Guess Whos Got an...

IPHONE!!!

I do. Me with the daddy who never spends more than 500 bucks on a gadget that is used to call and send texts. Once I get the plastic back covers I will duly start the bling-my-iphone project which I would probably skip a day of school for. Haha. I blinged my camera with blue and silver studs ala xiaxue but much less overdone. Yeargh pink. No pink. Oh praise her blinging skills though which are aye awesome.

After which I'm going to start blinging my new room, which a crystal chandeliar hehe.

Have you seen Sex and The City the Movie? Carrie Bradshaw and her big awesome Mr.Big-built closet after she commented about how the small closet failed the last marriage that lived in that penthouse? Well my small closet could very much fail my LIFE. So I'm dominating the closet in the guestroom which is 5 times the size of the one in my room due to space constraints and bad planning.

Ok. Dont complain, dont complain.

I happen to be a sucker for familiarity, especially when it comes to routines and homes and whatnot. Then again who isnt? Trying new things and having a life makeover for not exactly the best is completely different. No? When someone messes with my things, my playlists, my routines and my homes, my life takes a turn upside down and sideways. And thats exactly how I feel now, my world topsy turvey. And that sucks. I built my life in this tiny little condo for 3 with both my parents, and even though now though more grown up and matured beyond those my age, deep inside I still feel like that little girl who used to dance standing on daddies feet.

And all that simply takes a toll on your emotions, ego aside. I who never used to cry in front of anyone or about anything, shed tears easier than anyone I know now. All it takes are just photos of my family together when I was nothing but a mere 4 years old. All it takes are children in movies crying over divorced parents. All it takes are just mummy or daddy to speak about how I was when I was younger.

Truth is, whether or not I was already prepared for my parents divorce long before it happened, whether or not I already expected it by analyzing their relationship, even though they did not fight for my custody and put me through shit, a divorce is still a divorce. Its still a family torn apart and broken and that is, SHIT. Its shit for me and i can't even begin to explain how fucking hard it is. Not so much for my mother because shes happier now with her new home and shit and I'm happy for her that way. Not so much for Buddy coz he doesnt know shit because to him both mum and dad love him the same. My parents love me the same, yes, but they wont love me together anymore. They haven't for the past few years, each always being individual parents to me (ie: no family discussions etc) but I guess even though my head was strong, my heart always had the hope of us always being together. We're still together, but only till the end of this year. I might be strong about it, but its a pain to go through everyday.

Then again, I guess we all just have to stay strong move along.