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CHAPTER 1.
Monday, November 05, 2007, 10:21 pm
Walking out with her nice blonde hair wet and nice-smelling from the toilet, Barbie never thought that she would have such a nice life. Sometimes, she would not believe that being a Singaporean, she would be enjoying a life that only seems possible in fairy tales. She thought that dolls are all part of a nice plan to make little girls be well-behaved, but never did she realised that she would grow up into a nice 'doll-like' model, supermodel in fact. She never regretted believing in dolls being friendly and willing to share their fairy tale life. However, looking at Kelly, she felt that the young adopted girl has not come to her senses. Barbie thinks, maybe Kelly need to be taught.

Barbie sat down on the dressing table, using the hairdryer to dry her wet hair. On the table with lots of perfumes and cosmetics, Barbie spotted a small little note on the edge of table. Having the big bottle of Estée Lauder as a paperweight, the note seems interesting to Barbie because there is a yellow spot on it. 'What was the yellow spot?' wondered Barbie.

Without giving a further thought, Barbie pulled the note from the weight, but never did she anticipated, the bottle of perfume fell to the floor. *Psst.* As the perfume flowed over the entire room and flooded the room to a height of 5cm, a hissing sound was heard. In a snap of the fingers, the perfume evaporated and the whole room was filled with a nice scent. However, all these was too much for Barbie to understand. In shock, Barbie had the openings on the side of the hair dryer close to her hair. Unexpectedly, Barbie's nice blonde hair was sucked into the machine. Frightened, Barbie bent down, put the dryer between her feet and stood up.

(This is disgusting.)

Barbie have no more irritating machine tugging against her hair, because all the hair are drawn up into the dryer and the machine still lied on the floor, vibrating happily for pulling out Barbie's hair. Now, Barbie looked like an elephant. Only a few strands of hair are left on her head.

After all that had happened, Barbie regained her senses and took up the note. Reading with much difficulties, Barbie could barely make out the wordings. However, after 193739057 minutes, Barbie finally understood what was written.

"Yozzzzz. Bahbeeeeee, ii lurbe euu beri muuuuuch larrh. dunch bi angriii at moii horxx. haiix. sorrix 4 yesterdae okaie? Ken willx alwaes lurbe euu de. tak kaiire. <33. muackxx."

(It took me very long, like 10 minutes to type the entire ii-lurbe-euu message.)

This made Barbie smiled even though she is looking at the mirror now. Though she is very upset that she is left with 3 strands of hair on her head, Ken's note really brought a smile on Barbie's face.

(To be continued.)






Ernest