[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/3wWzcEt.png[/img][h2][b][color=00FFFF]S[/color][/b]andy [b][color=00FFFF]A[/color][/b]kai[/h2][sub]19 y/o | Communications Major | Japan[/sub][/center]

[h3][color=00FFFF][b]H[/b][/color]obbies [color=00FFFF]|[/color][/h3][indent]✧Urban Exploration
✧Food Blogging
✧Photography
✧Shoe Shopping[/indent]
[h3][color=00FFFF][b]P[/b][/color]ersonality [color=00FFFF]|[/color][/h3][indent]✓Freewheeling
✓Playful
✓Dedicated
✗Wayward[/indent]
[h3][b][color=00FFFF]H[/color][/b]istory [color=00FFFF]|[/color][/h3][indent]Sometimes, life’s a box of chocolates. Other times, it’s a can of worms. Sandy, however, thinks that most people try to live by keeping their cans and boxes permanently shut, to preserve all the pretty packaging. And that’s pretty dull.

Born the second daughter in a middle-class family, Sandy’s truancy and troublemaking started at an early age, not due to a call for attention towards negilient parents or because she had no friends at school, but because she was bored. Sometimes she’d skip classes and break into the school’s rooftop. Other times, she’d travel down alleyways and sidestreets on the way home, just because her parents told her not to. Once, she managed to sneak into a nightclub (during day, of course) through the back door, before the owner scared her off. Her small bits of rebellion never translated into anything truly dangerous or violent, and Sandy went through life as an otherwise average student. Her older brother described her as a baby bird once, flapping her wings even before she could truly fly.

Then she did fly. Her parents, after raising a son who looked to have a promising career in business, wholly approved of stepping into the next level and raising a daughter who could work internationally, and supported Sandy’s desire to go to an international school by paying her semi-exorbitant tuition. Her food and rooftopping blog (an eccentric combination to say the least, but she just calls it ‘lifestyle’), fuelled her more expensive tastes, and her budding adulthood gave her the full confidence to step into the nightclub (during night, this time) that she escaped from all those years back.

It wasn’t a big deal though. Definitely not as stylish as the top of a construction crane.[/indent]