Distraught. Distressed. Depressed. Dejected – Utter Disaster.

That’s me.
That’s how I felt.
That’s last week.

I woke up one morning to a fresh and clean white dress, just washed. How sweet, I thought. Dirty work’s done. I didn’t have to handwash it myself… and then I wish I did. There it was. The satin lining of the white BeBe bubble dress no longer WHITE, but cream. Eggshell white, vanilla ice cream, ivory tusk. Yellow. Pee. Whatever you want to call it, it wasn’t white. And I freaked out. Out of kindness, someone decided to do something for me. Out of kindness, someone decided to turn a piece of art, into what looked like a puppy’s used pee pad. And out of kindness, that same person decided to tresspass into my room, remove my belongings, and wash my clothes for me. And the worst part is…. the ONE dress that got ruined… was NOT mine.

Like most ordinary people, I went to work. I was pissed off already, grumpy — don’t mess with me. That same day, I learnt that drastic times call for drastic measures and that harsh economic times suck ass, especially when if affects your job. It affected my job. Ouch, pass me a bandaid please.

Change in one area consequently causes change in another area. My daily gym buddy disappeared and I now have no one dragging me to the gym everyday and forcing me to live a healthier lifestyle. Shit, not only does my life suck, I’m now at a higher risk of extinction. Regardless, I dragged myself to gym class. It’s too early for Bunnies to go extinct. Then I remembered, last week was my favorite gym instructor’s last class. I feel so empty. Goodbye, and goodbye. : (

I looked for someone to pick me up from the dumps, feed me ice cream and tell me everything was going to be okay. But then I realized that now I’m only second best. Friendship’s gone astray… and here I am, withering away. FML.

And then I cried.

But after the rain, there’s always sunshine.

The week sucked, I’m not going to lie and life is unfair. But it’s never as bad as you think it is. I work somewhere that is full of opportunity, somewhere where people genuinely give a shit about where I’m going in life, and somewhere where there are new and exiciting experiences each day.  And I’ve realized that the older you get, the more people you’ll know who are willing and available to help you get somewhere. It’s just sitting right in front of me, waiting for me to recognize it, to take advantage of it… and eventually, I’ll be the one willing and available to help someone else get somewhere.

Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

— Ferris Bueller.

Perfect spot. Perfect view. Perfect picture….. ruined by this CUTE little critter… {and here come the cute noises… Awww!! Eeee!!!}. These 2 tourists were setting up for a picture when Crasher Squirrel came and well, crashed the picture.

Can’t complain though. This makes me giggle. : ) Definitely makes my Saturday morning warm and fuzzy. Tee hee hee!

{ full story @ cbc.ca }

{ There’s some kind of weird resemblance }

1. I have an addiction to my Blackberry. I can’t live without it and I won’t. If I’m out with you and I forgot my phone, I’m probably having the worst time of my life. However, I am also gifted. I have the ability to be engaged in more than 1 conversation at a time, so if you’re talking to me and I’m on my phone, don’t worry. I’m {pretend} listening.

 

2. I cry in movies REALLY easily and I’m embarrassed about it. If you’re watching a movie with me and we’re at a remotely touching or sad scene, don’t look at me. If you peep from the corner of your eye, you can probably catch me performing actions that look like I’m scratching my eye, or fixing my makeup. I’m actually trying to wipe away my tears without you knowing.

 

3. I love massages with a passion. Back massages, scalp massages, neck massages, hand massages, foot massages. Give me a massage and I will love you forever, and then you’ll hate me and wish you never started.

 

4. I LOVE things that (I think) are cute. LOVE LOVE LOVE. When I see something cute, my shoulders rise towards my ears, my hands clasp together before my chest, I smile like a little kid and I squeal. EEEEEE!

 

5. I completed school with a Bachelor’s of Science, specializing in Cell Biology and Genetics. Why? Because I thought wanted to go to med school. Now I’m doing Internet marketing.

 

6. I have 2 different voices. The one I use when my mood is normal, and the one I use when I’m really happy. One, I sound like an adult, a professional. The other, I sound like I’m 12. {And there’s another one that sounds really angry sometimes.}

 

7. When I was 5, my mom put me in Chinese school, ballet and piano. I stayed in each for 10 years. I’ve also tried gymnastics, vocal lessons and Star Search.

 

8. I have a Bunny named Floppy. He’s fat.

 

9. I had a ‘Blankie’ made of red silk that I kept under my pillow when I was little. I called it my ‘jeet jeet’ and I would rub it between my fingers until I fell asleep. It’s still under my pillow.

 

10. When I was 14, I loved to play The Sims. At night, I would turn off all the lights, cover the crack under my door with my blanket and play till 5am. I even downloaded add-ons and cheats online.

 

11. I LOVE to eat. You can tell I’m really enjoying my food when I make noises.. mmmm! Mmmm!! MMMM!!! Food makes me extremely happy. The way to a Bunnie’s heart is through her tummy!

 

12. Yes, I love to eat, but I DETEST raw carrots. You heard me. You bite into it and it’s like BAM! And then what…? And then… EWWW!

 

13. I’ve always been a thoughtful person. When I was 5, I poured my Aunt’s perfume down the toilet to make it smell good. And then I got in trouble. You have to admit, it was pretty creative.

 

14. Ig I’m talking to yo u and I tyupe luikje this its safe to assumnre tyhayt I’m drtiving.

 

15. I worked as a companion caregiver for a woman who had Rett Syndrome. It was by far the most difficult job I have ever had, but it was also one of the most rewarding as well. It was a great life experience.

 

16. If you see me slouch and pout, it means I’m hungry. Feed me!! : (



 

17. When I was 7, I stole sparkly heart stickers from Tom Lee Music. I was a thief.

 

18. I get very distressed when I’m forced outside of my comfort zone… even when it’s good for me. I’ll complain, I’ll whine and I’ll search for someone to comfort me, but in the end it always turns out to be a great thing.

 

19. I’m an only child and I get in trouble for everything! Even if I’m not home, even if it has nothing to do with me and especially if it wasn’t me. If you come over, please be mindful of what you do, what you touch, and where you put it afterwards… or I’ll get in trouble!

 

20. I have no patience or tolerance for stupid people. On the other hand, I greatly appreciate and enjoy the company of those who can share with me, teach me things and add value to my life. If you’re stupid, leave now.

 

21. During a 5 day business building clinic at work, I was required to create a website. I haven’t touched my site for months and just recently, I made my first sale without even having a product! No, you don’t get to know what it is.

 

22. I love anything to do with making things pretty. I love art. Graphic design, interior design, scrapbooking, jewellery making, fashion… you name it, I love it.

 

23. I read Twilight and fell in love with Edward Cullen. I was genuinely sad for a week when he left Bella. I was even more sad and heartbroken when I realized that he doesn’t really exist. I really, really wish that he existed. I love him. I’m so pathetic.

 

24. Every birthday, I blow out my candles and make a wish. I’ve been wishing for the same thing every year for as long as I can remember.

 

25. I used to talk on the phone with my elementary school best friend a lot while pacing around and doing multiple things around my room. One time, I was hanging and swinging from the top of my bathtub frame while balancing the phone between my head and shoulders. The phone dropped. I dropped. I took out a huge chunk of meat from my right knee and dented the metal bar at the bottom of my tub. I never told my parents. I probably should have gotten stitches. My first battle scar.

Now you know me, but you don’t.

XO Bunnie.

There’s an old phrase that goes around to ease the minds of individuals who believe their physical appearance is unpleasant: “Beauty is only skin deep.” And it’s true, but only to a certain extent. In reality, are we really able to look past the physical appearance of others unconditionally and accept them for who they are? Should interviewers, police officers and clients ignore the way we look and the way we carry ourselves and focus solely on our words and actions? As much as we believe that the media is placing a huge emphasis on our common imperfections by constantly showing us what the ideal person should like, we can’t ignore the fact that we are influenced by it to some extent.

Exactly how much effort should we be investing in fighting our desire to be more attractive? Should we always react negatively towards other’s dissatisfaction with their appearance, or rather lightly encourage them to take action? There’s no doubt that there is some correlation between appearance and self-esteem. In a simple self-study conducted by Charlie Bradley, he found that successful attempts to make himself more attractive resulted in feelings of motivation and a drive to become more active.  In other known cases, feeling physically attractive can invoke feelings of self-worth while promoting confidence and self-esteem. Increasing the value one places on him or herself can change behaviour and mood substantially. This consequently affects the way other people see and feel towards the individual.

It seems to be true that paying some attention to your physical appearance won’t do any harm. Like a domino effect, those who deem themselves as attractive place a higher value on their self-worth which affects their confidence and self-esteem, causing an increase in positive behaviours and attitudes. However, there is such thing as being overly concerned about your appearance. Like anything else, moderation is key.

XO Bunnie.

You drag yourself out of bed on Monday morning and you’re tired as hell. The usual happens. Go to work, go to school, you do whatever you do. The day goes by and you repeat x 4. Then, the weekend finally comes and the next thing you know, you’re dragging yourself out of bed and it’s Monday morning again.

It happens every week. It’s Thursday, one more day and the weekend comes. It passes. And it feels like it lasted an hour. Then you look back and think, what the hell did I do? You did nothing. Nothing productive, nothing exciting, nothing at all. Your weekend sucked. Don’t worry, I’m with you 90% of the time.

Luckily for me, {and sadly for you}, this weekend was awesome. It was productive, it was exciting and I did something. Something that didn’t feel like a waste of time. And the result? A happy bunnie.

So what’s all the fuss about? Well Friday night, I practically stayed in. You’re probably thinking, ‘How is that fun??’ Well it was. If you know me, you’ll know that I’m always out. I hate staying home… probably because I get bored easily, there’s nothing to do, my room is a pig sty and I’m an only child. But I stayed home by choice and you know what? It felt good and I’m okay with it. What did I do? I “cleaned” my room. It’s a micro bit better than it was before… but I feel good about it, so shut up. And, guess what? I started my blog. Also something productive. And then I went out… but only for a bit. C’mon, you really think I’m that much of a granny? No offense. : )

{ Goodies from Urban Fare }

Saturday {which is my favorite day of the week}, was probably one of the most eventful Saturday’s I’ve ever experienced… okay well the most eventful in a long time. I’m not that pathetic, I promise. Three of my friends and I went riding out in the intense heatwave to Buntzen Lake. All I have to say is it was HOT as HELL. But riding on the highway was exhilarating, it was cool, it kept me from melting. Everything about it felt good — the city zipping by, the breeze, the adrenaline rush, the extreme speed causing wind to seep into the cracks of my helmet… the huge amount of drag I experienced from it and the feeling that my neck feel was going to snap off… it all felt good. Especially the huge helmet in front of me, so considerately blocking my view of the road through the whole duration of the ride… and occassionally bumping into me. That was my favorite. I guess I don’t need to see the road. Bunnies have to sit in the back anyways. At Buntzen lake, we all had a picnic, we all soaked up the sun, and we all frolicked in the cool water, together. It was summer love.

{ Buntzen Lake }

After SUCH an exhausting and tough day, we headed back to Vancouver, for reflexology foot massages. For those who don’t know, reflexology involves massaging parts of the hands or feet where there are…. well, reflexes. Each part of your hand and foot corresponds to another part or organ in your body. So Ladies, you can now feel your way to a man’s heart and men, guess what, you can stimulate any woman’s ta-ta’s without being a total jackass – reflexology foot map. Give it a try, your feet {and maybe some other things} will feel like heaven.

Going back home, the fireworks from the Symphony of Fire lit the sky with a multitude of color as we crossed the Burrard bridge into Downtown, Vancouver. Whenever the fireworks are on, downtown becomes congested with hoards of people — looks like RollerCoaster Tycoon when all your park guests are jammed into one corner and aren’t smart enough to know where to go. So we ‘people watched’ from the balcony. Day over? Not quite. Not without some night riding. My first time, and definitely not my last. I love city lights. It has a calming effect and gives me some sort of warm, fuzzy feeling. Not ready to sleep, I watched ‘He’s Just Not That Into You’ for a second time. By the end of that, I was too into getting some sleep to care if he just wasn’t that into me. ZzzZzz…..

{ Night Riding @ Spanish Banks }

Sunday. 9:30 AM. Cultus Lake. Sun-bathing. BBQ. Sea-dooing. ”Swimming.” I say it with quotations because I realized I actually can’t swim. I’ve been living in denial for years. I can’t even tread water for 30 seconds without feeling like I’m about to sink and drown. Bunnie’s can’t swim. It’s true. So I won’t bother learning. So instead, I dipped in the water, dried off in the sun, dipped in the water, and dried off in the sun. And then I was burnt. I covered myself in Aloe Vera and headed out to AuBar that night – BC day long weekend. Of course, there was NO air conditioning in the club, NO breeze outside and I was walking around covered in a sticky coat of gunk. Mind you, everyone else in the club was drenched in sweat though. I may have felt flithy but at least, if I saw a cute boy, I could stick to him.

{ Sunbathing @ Cultus }

I got home that night at 3:30 AM only to find a @#$%ing huge spider about the size of my fist sitting happily on my carpet, waiting to eat me. I froze for about 5 minutes and REALLY thought about whether or not I should wake my Daddy up {wah wah, I’m a baby}. I finally decided to be a man. It took another 10 minutes for me to mentally prepare myself and find the perfect weapon… which turned out to be a textbook. But you know me, I’m so courageous, so extremely brave. So I just did it. Like it was nothing at all. And then I jumped on top of my textbook for a minute. Just because I felt like it. : ) I was scared shitless.

Don’t mess with me, bitch.

I told you my weekend was better than yours.
Good night.

xo Bunnie.

{ @ missomnimedia }

I went to Las Vegas. A long anticipated and much overdue trip with my 3 best GFs. The first time I went, which was 2 years ago, I came home with an empty wallet and a bunch of junk. So this time, I vowed to be smart about what I bought. I’m a shopaholic. I’m an impulsive shopper and I buy things everything I like because I need it. As human beings, we have to satisfy our basic needs in order to survive and for me, this is it. Note: NEEDS, not wants – there’s a clear distinction. That’s right. I’m THAT girl. My living space is stuffed with stuff, cluttered with clutter. I’ll show you one day.

So, while in Vegas, I had to be very diligent with my purchases. I was so diligent that during the first couple of days, I bought (practically) nothing at all. I had a goal in mind: to make one sensible purchase that I would be really happy about. It would have to be something glamorous yet practical, and I would have to loveit. Thoughts of the Stam bag by Marc Jacobs crossed my mind. I’ve wanted it for quite some time… but I quickly dismissed the idea – I wasn’t prepared to spend that much…

Somehow, we ended up in the Chanel store at the Bellagio hotel. Somehow, we spent what felt like centuries playing dress up with accessories and drooling over bags. And somehow, I ended up walking out with a Chanel bag accompanied by a receipt with digits triple the amount I had originally intended to spend.

So in the end, I may have broke the bank, but it was completely worth it, right? I am selflessly giving in to Chanel’s marketing efforts and stimulating the American economy.  AND over the last while Chanel bags have been appreciating, which makes it a damn good investment… an asset. Besides, I really deserve it. I didn’t buy anything else. And for a shopaholic of my calibre, that’s appalling. Every girl knows, a timeless and classic piece is always a good purchase… right?? Right. Good, I don’t feel so bad.

What happens in Vegas, doesn’t always have to stay in Vegas. So it’s okay. You can come home baby.

xo Bunnie.

PS. To my BFFs, thanks for your support and for chasing away all feelings of guilt.

Oh and yes, I’m really happy.