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Wednesday, March 24, 2004
Good heart. at what?
At thy good heart's oppression.
Why such is love's transgression.
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my chest,
Which thou wilt propagate to have it pressed
with more of thine: this love that thou hast shown
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs;
Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lover's eyes;
Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
What is it else? a madeness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

--Bella Bella Signorina--
13:08


Cherish you,
All i ask of you,
No ordinary love,
Always on my mind,
Every waking moment
by Carly Casey Hammond

l'essentiel

Sandra 'Alexander
5"2
Size 3 feet!!
Born Wednesday
Dies Mercurii xxiii Aprilis MCMLXXXVI
of the Julian Calender 23rd April 1987
italophile



Bonjour!
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Nicknames:
Sandahahaha
Petite
Fairy
Twinklebell
Teensy
Domestic Barbie
Sydney


Vives En Mi Corason
amours
Diamonds :)
Patrizio
lovely dresses
creating things
sparkly things
singing
classical things
GWM Gallery (the Rocks)
piriton yellow
happy sunshine yellow
golden afternoon sunshine
flowers
rolling in grass
sailing
chocolate
pastries
roald dahl books
art history
roman history
art museums
pony
bunnies
kitty!



Credi in Te. Aspirations:

In all honesty, my dream since i was 12 is to be a museum curator in Europe.
To be surrounded by all the magnificient masterpieces and immersed in all the inspirational art history of those glorious days oh so very long ago.
Much to my surprise, my mom is very encouraging and supportive of that.
She had a good nature rib at it, and wasn't scathing or critical of it. i half expected her to say it's a stupid impractical frivalous aspiration but she even talked about it somewhat animatedly. Insists that it's such a typical Sandra aspiration for a cushy artsy sophisticated job.
Of course this revelation got my family exclaiming our catchphrase of 'so HC'.
She's (as does my whole family) have always known my love for art history, and it's something i have the passion for.
When i first stood in front of an actual van Gogh painting, tears started welling up in my eyes.
I was so overwhelmed, felt this connection to the painting, not just as a piece of work. it was a piece of someone's soul, their life, their torment, their dejection, their pursuit to be one step closer to God's, a fragment of everything they've ever experienced. That moment transcended anything i've ever felt.

Artists I Admire:
van Gogh
Renior
Monet
Degas
Armand Guillaumin
Pissarro
Michaelango
Contemporary
Carly Casey Hammond
Susan Bleakley



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