I'm Sandra. If you know my last name, you probably know me already from some other place because I don't have my last name anywhere on this site. If you know my middle name, you're probably my mother. If you know how to pronounce my middle name, you probably don't exist. If you know me as Sandy, I'll probably strangle you the next time I see you, because I don't let anyone call me Sandy, because I really didn't like Sandy from Grease, because it pisses me off that she has to get all disgusting in the end just for some stupid guy. I mean, I realize Grease was meant to be a sort of satire or spoof, but still. And besides, Sandy can be a guy's name as well, and I rather take pride in being female. My first name, by the way, came from Cassandra, to whom we all know Apollo gave the power to see the future in return for sexual favors, but when she refused, or somehow upset him, he cursed her so that no one would believe her prophecy. She predicted the fall of Troy and, of course, no one believed her. Just as I predict that MULDER AND SCULLY WILL NOT "GET TOGETHER" ROMANTICALLY, but no one believes me. And do you know why they will not? Because if they do, I will do something dreadful to Mr. Chris Carter and his wonderful family. So they WILL NOT, and I repeat WILL NOT, and I repeat once again, they WILL NOT start making googoo eyes at each other. Understood?
All right, enough of that. I'm not too old, but I do quite look forward to being old, while at the same time I treasure my youth. I have two siblings, both male and younger than I, and one mother, female and older than I. My goal in life is to be a bum. All my life I've aspired to this prestigious position. However, I realize how difficult it is to achieve such a lofty goal. It's tough to make a career as a bum these days, with the economy the way it is. So I figure I'll settle for being a Hollywood movie star. Or president of the United States. Both basically the same thing.
I graduated, or actually, will graduate on June 5th, 1999, from Iolani School in Honolulu, Hawaii, and let me tell you something. It is one of the best schools you will ever come across. It really is an excellent school. The best in the state and probably the best in all the Western United States. Perhaps all the United States. Maybe even all the world. Maybe. Anyway, it's a pretty damn good school. I've been to nearly 14-15 schools in my life, public& private, co-ed, girls' (never been to boys' school though, sorry). You are not going to find administrators and staff more professional and committed, teachers more dedicated, caring and superior in their craft, nor students more intelligent, multi-talented, diligent and enthusiastic about learning (well, most of them are, anyway). Actually, I think may just be the fact that school is out already for me and the lack of sleep that are talking. Iolani's not bad though, anyway. I hadn't wanted to leave my old school, but now I'm thankful for my experience at Iolani.
I was born in Las Vegas, Nevada, but I left when I was really teeny, so I don't remember it. I've been to a lot of various places sinces, the most significant being Maryland, where I spent the majority of my life, I believe. I've lived in other places but I won't bother you with details. In any case, I'm in Hawaii now, which ain't all that bad a place to be.
I'm Chinese. I've never really cared much about this fact. I've never been ashamed of it, of course, but it always pissed me off to be identified just as Chinese. I didn't want ethnicity nor race to matter at all in anything I did. Since I came to Hawaii, however, the ethnic pride has been slowly building, and now I feel a great sense of pride in being Chinese and feel camadarie with other Chinese people, especially ABC (American-Born Chinese) and any other foreign-born Chinese, because they are foreigners in their homeland as well as foreigners in their ancestors' land. Being identified as a banana--yellow on the outside, white on the inside--doesn't really upset me, however. I suppose it's true. I feel rather indignant to be called such by native Chinese, but there's not much to be done about it. In any case, I still need time to think all this out.
Yes, that's another thing. I think too much. I think to an excess. I think far more than is necessary. I've thought myself into and out of mental pretzel twists and philosophical roller coaster loops. I do believe this will cause me to go insane some day. Most likely I will die from having thought too much about pointless matters. Just wait and see. Sandra (1983-1965<==according to The Deathclock), The Girl (I suppose I'll be a woman by then) The Woman Who Died of Worrying. Because I suppose that's what thinking too much about needless things is. Worrying. I worry too much about things that need not be worried about even by people who worry too much.
Okay. I'll bet you're itching for a picture just about now of this worrying, no-romo, Chinese kid. Too bad. You won't get one. Unless, of course, you know the answer to The Question.
"Let's start at the very beginning, a very good place to start. When you read you begin with: A B C. When you sing you begin with do, re, mi. Do, re, mi. The first few notes just happen to be. Do Re Mi."--from "Sound of Music" If you didn't know that or that didn't even sound remotely familiar, something's wrong. Not with me, with you.