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Friday, July 1, 2005
aw man did a bit of shopping today, wasn't very fufilling though think it must have been the fact that my mother ruined what would have been an extremely satisfying post-exam-I-haven't-gone-shopping-in-over-4-months-shopping-trip if she hadn't sent me an email stating that it's quite ridiculous to go all the way to Australia to buy something made in china when you can get it much cheaper in Singapore, that just makes no sense.. hrmph but the main perk of shopping in aussie is that you can get the coolest stuff that others won't have in Singapore and don't you derive satisfaction from the feeling of people ooooing and ahhhing all over your stuff, that makes me sound so superficial doesn't it, oh well instant self gratification.. Pathetic but it's me..
so met up for lunch with mark and his girlfriend who just flew up to spend the holidays with him and baby him for the last week of his exams, then ganged up with his gf and berated him for a while, good naturedly of course, she wasn't what quite I expected, no offence she doesn't seem very ang moh-fied like mark, which was quite a surprise but we have quite a bit in common I guess..
whilst I dropped by mark's place to meet up with them for lunch was waiting eagerly to get thirsty merc's someday someday, cause the only lines of the song which I knew (which pathetically was the extent of the song title - someday someday..lalala) and desperately wanted the song out of my system for good, then I was spreading the love of good music ie all my 80's music which I'm adamant would make this huge ass revival and soon the world shall be listening to new wave and electro synth rock and similar stuff within related genres, mark my words..

so there I was instructing (actually it was more like bossing) mark to download the David bowie songs I had on my usb and then out of nowhere his girlfriend and I started a David bowie swoon fest haha and there mark was rolling his eyes in the background, actually on my part it was more of a swoon fest over older guys which I really wouldn't mind going out with if they were 30 years younger.. yes yes I'm such a spg, but it's not my fault! i've said it once and I'll say it again I don't like all those baby faced guys out there seriously can't you all see the appeal of classic vintage guys? yummers! yeah yeah shoot me if it makes you happy..

urgh I'm too lazy to continue this post well basically end up at jay jays *laughs out loud* as if I would have it any other way, yes must return to the mothership of affordable clothes which if you didn't already knows, rips off the comparatively higher end mid range priced shops such as portsman, preview, sportsgirl, jeans west and kookai and viola! rip offs that I can buy without mourning over the ever increasing burning hole in my poor wallet, the downside of jay jays though is that it isn't usually as nice as it's contemporaries but at a considerably lower price I'm not complaining.. so yep bought myself 4 funky scribbled blotchy doodly skinny tops for myself and half a million shirts for reiner since he's been hounding me day and night after my exams were over, come to think about it, he's been pestering me to go shopping for 'insult' shirts for him ever since i've arrived in aussie.. oh well..
so got mark to try on the shirts for size, quite amusing getting him to wear it over 3 layers.. Should be a reasonable fit I guess, there were several shirts I was quite keen on getting however they didn't have those in XL either that they came in ghastly colours, got myself really cute prep school v necked sweaters which was killer cause after I decided to get the white one in purple and lavender lilac trim as well as the pastel blue with white and navy trim, I happen to find that the similar designs came as hoodies! Darn so there I was contemplating which ones I should be getting cause I was plagued with the choice of baby pastel pink, lilac with white and lavender trim, rich pale lime green which was absolutely darling and those who have been shopping with me would know that they've just stepped into shopping decision hell courtesy of my indecisiveness.. Initially I had this brilliant solution to just buy ALL if I couldn't decide between the colours and style, which in due time my mother wasn't so thrilled (to say the very least) about my retail solution solving, oh yes it saved lots of time, but it wasn't as kind monetary wise.. Well I'll post pictures of what I bought, though I'll be wearing them when I get back.. I've better get back to clearing and sorting through all my stuff and see what needs to be placed in the attic for storage while I'm back in the sunny tropics of Singapore!
woot! I can't believe I'm looking forward to the sweltering humidity which I miss not one bit..
see y'all in a couple of days..
sorry but i ain't telling when i'm getting back exactly cause i don't want you all to be the welcome committee cause it won't be a pretty sight, me who's piled on weight sporting a taiwanese boy band hair, a horrific sight you would be much better off not seeing..
toodles, urgh the task of packing up is simply.. overwhemling..
URGH

--Bella Bella Signorina--
23:11


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



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Nicknames:
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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
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Susan Bleakley



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