I am That Blonde Asian Chick (“TBAC”), and I love talking. But sometimes I talk without thinking. And sometimes I skip the thinking and just do. Sometimes I talk and think and do at the same time, and that’s, um… You don’t want to be around me when that happens.
Some of my friends disagree, but I am not blonde. “Oh my god, you’re so blonde,” they’d say. “I am so not blonde!” I’d protest.
So I asked my hairdresser one day to settle this debate. “Am I blonde?” I asked. He paused, looked at me for a moment, and said, “…Um, no… But do you want to be? I can make you blonde for $200.”
This blog is about all the “non-sensical” things that I’ve done, and a sprinkle of some, um, sensical things, too - It’s about life’s little moments, the philosophy of Kuriism, and a colorful world as seen by grown-up who never grew up.
“We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing” -George Bernard Shaw.