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Friday, April 24, 2009

Life of a Barbie Doll

Being at VIP area,
dressed up,
scented,
polished nails,
hair beautifully groomed,
holding onto champagne glasses,
walking around...
Smiling, nodding, saying Hi.
Giving brief intro of WHO U ARE, (just job title will do) as if they really bother to remember. Meeting different ppl every other night.
Being held onto to wherever he goes.
No jokes the whole night,
serious business talks,
loud music blasting away,
not being able to dance.
always have to wait,
till he agrees, till he say we can go.

it seem to be a total different, new kind of life. the Barbie Doll of his Life.