Sarah Marie Margarita Carina Go Meier

My name is Sarah Marie Margarita Carina Go Meier - although the Margarita and Carina names only came into effect when I was 7 years old - at which time my Mother realized how Jewish "Sarah Meier" sounded.

[Just to clarify, I am not Jewish.]

I was born and raised in Hong Kong during British rule, with a Filipina-Chinese maternal heritage, and a Swiss-Yugoslav paternal one. I have lived the second half of my life in the Philippines, and consider New York my second home. This makes the question, "Where are you from?" a dilemma to answer when you're really just making small talk, and prior to the query, were already thinking of ways to politely excuse yourself from the going-nowhere conversation.




When I was a child, I traveled to a different country every summer. On two of these trips, I spent majority of the vacation topless, and have since buried the photo albums somewhere in embarrassment:

Pattaya, Thailand - I wore no clothes, because none of the other children did, and neither did our pet monkey. I half-wished his name was Spank, just so I'd have a story to tell, but in actuality, his name was Hong Kong. Our favorite pastime was running around asking each other, "Where is Hong Kong?" and tirelessly replying, with a shriek, "Near China!!!".

Switzerland - I wore no top because none of the other women did.
[On second thought, maybe I should unearth those photo albums.]

I married a stellar chap named Banjo three years ago, and again this past March. We have an incredible daughter named Kaya, whose name, amongst other things, is a synonym for weed in Jamaican.

[Just to clarify, I do not smoke pot.]



At our latter wedding, we failed to realize what a cataclysmic event it would be to introduce some of the most "interesting" people from our lives (who, on the contrary, DO smoke pot), to each other . We likewise failed to realize that fish balls were more fun to throw than eat, that bridesmaids were such a hot commodity, and that everybody loved to swim so much. What we did realize, was that if yous gots a good thing going, don't stop - 'til you get enough.

On that note, the saga continues.
Pool Party in 20 minutes, motherf#$%^&s.