Dolls

i have always had this phobia with dolls--found my knee high doll walking into the study one day playing "london bridge is falling down" when i was 7ish, and made my mom dispose of it the next. i wonder which kind soul was it to have thought it a perfectly normal present to a child. i never got around to watching chucky and don't think i will at all. i don't really need extra phobias in my life, do i?

these supia dolls look so real, it puts other doll-makers to shame. and i never saw the beauty in those fucked up looking blythe dolls. i mean sure, if you can overlook those bulging eyeballs present in would-be eye sockets and frankenstein foreheads on their abnormally large ostentatious heads, they're a real beauty. otherwise, they still scare the crap out of me. i swear they made the eyes follow you every fucking time you walk past. i get to see them every time i walk past the toy shop in wheelock (and in plaza singapura now i think) and i can't help but to stare. i know they scare me, but i'm always staring back (because they already look like they're staring at you, aren't they?)--as though i'm waiting for one of them to talk to me any time soon.

still, i might be one of those who will never appreciate the true beauty of inanimate variations of real human forms.