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Sunday, January 22, 2006

All of a sudden, the Living Dead Doll was brought up. Lois gave a shudder and said she doesnt like mentioning all these stuff. I know I am afraid in the dark. Hell! I'm afraid even in broad daylight. Yet these dark arts attracts me like moths to flames.

When young, it was the BarbieDoll fanatic. I love changing the clothes, putting thm to bed, pushing them around in the barbie van, hosting picnics by the bathroom tap. I even washed their hair and braid it once a month. I was crazy.

To DaPrarents, its eerie. Now I understand where they are coming from. In school, this girl dont even converse with girls. Once home, I snapped straight to Barbie not even bothering with mommy. Then I began abandoning the pretty things, only to pick up a grown up version of it. The dead version of it.

I loved LivingDeadDolls from the moment its out. One thing special about them is that for each doll you purchase, it comes with a Death Certificate stating their names, careers and manner of death. All are packaged in coffins and their clothes are mostly dye with blood. Some has got pupils but its those which dont that are valueable. Switch off the lights and you get two glowing whites.

Maybe it's just a phase I'm going through. I just wish I have the dolls.
12:53 PM

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