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Tuesday, January 16, 2007
gosh the last entry was slightly more than a month ago! and that was pretty crap one.
not to say that you becoming 2LT is anything short of an massive accomplishment not to mention being sword of honour!!

at this point in time,
i've..

been to bangkok with the family, they left for shanghai whilst i stayed in bangkok with the visudharoms (man i can't believe i'm related and still can't get the spelling right) for additional 2 days.

came back for ed's comms ball!
it was the best fun i ever had.. no not so much the ball, it was spending wondorous quality time with him.
cooked my speciality.. mushroom soup, clam chowder, pizza!
he would argue that it's ALL i can cook, but this professional caterer would beg to differ!

so we went shopping.. blah blah blah, you can actually read it up on his blog lexophilia.blogspot.com i don't want to repeat what's already been said, so much more productive to add ON to it.

gosh he was so cute at his ball, dashing and suave. like a young pierce brosnan, so stately and looking ever so delish! ok i'll stop it already.

so glad that the first time i wore my marc jacobs military pea coat was to something so special to him. it was such a thrill to be able to meet all the guys i've been hearing so much about, robin much more so than others. literally. everytime i call ed i would hear robin's out of tune/off pitch falsetto in the background, still it isn't as bad as my mom.

and samuel who was very charming, kept posing around with his hand in his pocket, i so badly wanted to scream out or at least get ed to rib him playfully with..
confucious say.. man with hand in pocket feels cocky.

ed laughed and kept swatting me away as i was so persistent.

the whole night was great, got on splendidly with the girls at my table. around them i felt kinda plain looking cause the girls looked astounding. ed couldn't stop staring at kohzy's date's hair, wish i didn't get make up nor my hair done, cause that's what ed would prefer. not to mention i would have saved 70 plus. oh well what to do. i'll post the pictures of the comm's ball up if possible but i'm going to just rip it off ed's blog.

christmas eve.
slept for less than 4 hrs then it was off to the airport, was kinda freakin out when i couldn't get a cab when it was slightly more than an hr before my flight.
got to the airport titchy bit angry at ed for making a mountain out of a molehill of how long it took him to get a cab.

at changi, everything was all great until i was told that my flight to bangkok was delayed by 2 hrs thus i would miss my connecting flight in bkk to shanghai, so thai airways offered me an alternative, they would give me a direct flight straight to shanghai via MU eastern airlines.
bought uncle rod 2 boxes of cigarettes for xiao rong then procedded to the boarding room. then as i was getting onto the plane, they pulled me aside and told me that my ticket wasn't valid since a transfer of airlines needed validation from the MU side and MU wasn't gonna give me one until several hours later.
i pulled the whole innocent puppy dog eyed look on them but they wouldn't budge without the go ahead from the stupid airline validating whatever.
Ok so I’ll try to explain what little I know about the situation.
I had an electronic ticket along with my paper ticket my family had been issued, so thai airways gave me a MU boarding pass. However on the MU side, since my ticket was electronic and the changes were not on the paper ticket itself, it wouldn’t validate that my ticket was an authentic one in spite of the thai airways staff practically swearing on my behalf that it was.

So MU ground staff pulled me off the flight and I had to trek all around the airport change to settle the cigarettes cause they were bought from duty free and I couldn’t bring it into Singapore unless I wanted to pay like a gazillion dollars in tax.
To cut the story short.. well shorter.. I was given a later flight, great I would be spending Christmas eve in transit. Bloody hell I would be missing the most important dinner of the year! It’s a tradition the extended family has shared ever since I can rememeber and I was heartbroken that this was the first time that the entire family could be together and I would be missing the dinner!

To make matters worse, I didn’t even have enough cash to take the train home! So exchanged RMB and some aussie dollar for the cab ride from and to the airport.
Called ed totally distraught hoping we could meet for a while later, very unfortunately he had family activities planned so that was not possible and I went home with my Christmas hopes and spirits totally dashed.
Returned home at around 130, talked to veerapan for a bit since his last day would be 31 dec.

Had a tiring day, been up since 6 with barely 4 hrs of sleep, so changed out and konked out in bed. Sleep deprivation teamed with exhaustion trumped grumbling stomach .I got really upset and emotional having to return to an empty house even more so when just days before I had had the best days of my life. Just last night ed and I were cuddling to sleep, and now I’m so alone!!!!!!!!!

Alright I’m being a tad over melodramatic but I really enjoyed our domestic times together. Empty house and bed not the best of combinations. I miss my kitty so so much.
Was woken up by a call from ed at about 4, he felt bad that he couldn’t come over so consolation was a nice long phone call. Barely 2 mins into the conversation, the doorbell started ringing furiously. Wonder who that could be, reckon it was Joshua my brother’s friend, but didn’t I tell him that Derek would only be back in time for school?
Told ed I would call him back and went to answer the door.

Lo and behold, it was ed!!!!!! Was totally in shock, wondering if I was still sleeping and this was some fantastic dream which would only have broken my heart further when I woke up...
So later in my room when I was still gushing and just giving him long hugs he thought I was crying. I guess I was so overwhelmed by the culmination of the day’s events, the lovely surprise and his sheer presence on my door step that I did end up crying. I’m such a pansy!

We spent time cuddling in bed, talking every now and then but mostly enjoying each other’s presence in comfortable silence. I think it’s remarkable when you can reach a stage where you can just be in the presence of that someone not having to say a word without the situation becoming awkward.

Sigh time simply passes too fast when you’re having fun. Clichés DO say it best.
Parting is such sweet sorrow. The whole lot. But those two phrases convey what we were feeling. So we took a cab together, dropped him off at his sister’s place for an extended family dinner and had a nice uneventful flight.

I’ll continue the rest later, I’m sorry this was meant to be a recap, as in SUMMARY SANDRA! Not a long grandmother’s story.
Believe it or not, I left out a lot of details but I suppose it’s the gist with just enough for you to really know what an amazing guy ed is.

I love my kitty.

--Bella Bella Signorina--
11:06


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


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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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