The Barbie and The Dream Guy

Went shopping during the weekends. Okay, I know I'm not supposed to but my mum's paying anyway so it doesn't count. I wasn't really lucky though that time.

I'd say the first disaster was going to MAC. You know, the make-up place. MAC just launched their new Barbie collection and if you've seen my room, you'll know how much I have to have it. So the first thing I noticed there was the big poster picture of models dressing up as Barbies and their make-up is so bright and daring. I new I had to have it that time so of course I went in and to get just a lipgloss from that line would be perfect.

The second thing I noticed in MAC: A make-up artist. It's a guy. Man, I can't really describe him except that he looks dangerously close to the guys in my dreams. It's like being in your dream in real life. It's like deja vu. He just stood there and told us about the make-up line, showing us how to get the exact colour of lipgloss the models on the picture are wearing. Then he swooningly(on my part) applied make-up on me.

Enough with the flowery lovey-dovey maudlin(at least I think that's the word- it means embarrasingly emotional. See? I do learn new words). Now it's time for dissapointments. First it's the guy. He is obviously gay, if you haven't already know that. I mean, he works at a make-up counter as a Make-up Artist!!! If you say that's not a reason to be obviously gay, than it's the way he talks. It's not like those high-pitched gay guy voices or anything but he does have the abit 'manja'-like thing. It's not obvious and you can interprete it another way I know. One other thing: He was trying too hard not to look like he's interested in me or any girl there. It's like he's scared that if he so much as look at us he'll lead us on. (I know some good-looking guys have that attitude because they thing almost any girl that set her eyes on him would fall for him. Reality check boys: It doesn't happen that way. Girls might think you're cute but doesn't mean she likes you or that she'll go out with you. Really.) Can you see that he's proven himself gay now?

Okay, don't get me wrong, it's not that I have something against gays or anything. I just feel it's sooooooo unfair to have some seriously good looking guys be gay. I mean, us girls need some guys too. There are not enough guys in this world and the good-looking ones choose to be gay? Ouch. Now I feel fat. Now I sort of wish I could be a guy and be gay. Or I could be a lesbian but I just don't get how that happens. You know what I mean?

The next disaster.................................. Wait for it.................................... The lipgloss that I want, the pink one, are all sold out!!!!!!!!!!!! Sold out I tell you. In all branches in KL. Midvalley, KLCC, Sogo, you name it. This is as bad as(if not worse) than the guy thing. You don't get it. It's MAC Barbie collection. The absolute worst part of it all? It's LIMITED EDITION. You dont
get it. It's once in a lifetime!!! I'll never get the lipgloss. Ever. I'll never kno wthe feeling of owning it. Or of feeling it on my lips. Or looking at myself in the mirror and thinking I look good in it. Do you know how devastating that is? I know that guy's a limited edition too. Unless he has an identical twin brother. That's not gay. What are the chances?

I'd use all the reasons above to explain why I went shopping. It's called retail therapy. Part of it is my mum pities me for not getting the pretty once-in-a-lifetime lipgloss. I mean, if you're a girl you'd understand how I feel. And who am I going to blame? Well, I'm blaming the super rich people who buys a dozen of the glosses in one shot. I blame all those hypocrites out there who says "I hate Barbie," so that it seems cool to their friends but still goes out of their way to get a product in the collection. Why do I say they're hypocrites? Because as far as I know and for as long as I've lived in this world, not one girl have I met that admits she llikes Barbies. I'm talking about since I was eight. They'd all tell me: I hate Barbie dolls. I cut all my Barbie's hair and dislodge their body parts. Seriously. Hypocrites.

Guess life is all that way. Maybe my brain would start getting me dreams of other guys. Maybe I'll get over Barbies, which is more unrealistic than the former. I'll have to accept life as it is. Without dream guys and without pretty bright pink lipgloss of Barbie limited edition. Sigh. So much for being not maudlin huh?


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