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“ This Too, Shall Pass ”
TOYS
Sunday, April 06, 2008 | 9:59 pm

today, oddly, it has been raining since it has stopped. go figure!
had a bit of spare time today and i managed to do some financial planning. i really suck at my alllowence and i really do not know why i spend alot on canteen food which isn't the real deal.

they do not need to say a word or do anything to make me smile.


mother don't let me give all my barbie set away. i've persuaded her gazillion times, never did she once approved. (hah, bet none of you suckers even know i had a thing for barbie ehy.) i'm so paranoid. they're eating the shelf for my new collections. i can't believe daddy talk into mum to buy me barbie's bathroom, bedroom and kitchen set. they even have their own wardrobe. i'm sorry you spent your money on some plastic toys just to see a smile on my face. they even bought me Ken, Kelly and Tommy so Barbie won't feel alone, i said. i was really into these doll shits until grandma bought brother this hotwheels set which came with a carwash to wash all the 75 cars. yes, it was a point of time which made me realise that the toys boys play are much more worth playing. so, instead of killing brother useing my dolls for wrestling, i joined him. and then, i abandoned my dolls, neatly arranged in a happy family potrait scene. NOW I WANT TO SELL/GIVE/AUCTION/THROW THEM AWAY. they are still in good condition, yes. exclude the fact that Kelly's and Ken's hair is frizzy while Barbie and Tommy is still in good condition after eight years. therefore, if anyone of you are interested to give my dolls a good home or just to use them as an experiment pilot to launch them in a rocket, be my guest. i am willingly giving them away. and if you have doubts, let me tell you that they never will grow old. how's that for a confirmation? hahhhh.

tommy


tommy and kelly


"if you think you're perfect, bet you can't beat me!"- New York Barbie.