Happy Thursday, loves! Another day at the office? Yikes, I guess you haven’t heard then. Being in the office puts you in serious risk of catching a very contagious virus that is transmitted through whatever means you can think of. See below. Applies to Canada only. Other people, you are unfortunately, safe.

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Anyway, random but funny. This made it’s way over to our CEO. He assured us we would be immune to this virus as long as we stayed where we were.

XO,

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Top from a boutique | F21 skirt | Nine West shoes
Kate Spade bag | Winky Designs watch

[ Photos by Jeffrey Hau ]

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I’ve been craving Japanese food in the form of sashimi and rolls for the past week. So yesterday, I went to one of my favorite places for sushi in Vancouver — Shiro. If you’ve never been, it’s delicious. But it gets pretty packed for dinner and you may occasionally find yourself waiting for a table.

All in all, I had a good time. How can you not have a good time with negitoro, spicy scallop, fresh oysters, toro, wild salmon, tako sashimi and some Asahi? Dinner came to an end with the bill and a pack of Pockey for dessert. I grabbed my wallet, took out my credit card and added it to the pile of plastic cards. Going back to attentively listening to the on-going conversation… for about 2 seconds, I got distracted by a striped blue and white cloth on the table beside my hand. WTF is that? My fcking underwear, AGAIN. Yes, my (clean) underwear was there, lying on the table, in a restaurant, exposed to the world.

Obviously, I snatched it up in one quick, dynamic movement that caused one person at the table to look at me with a ?!?! face. And then, I just clenched on to it. Frozen. Slightly mortified. And trying really hard not to laugh.

There seems to be a recurring theme here. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, refer to my Vegas incident. You’re probably wondering why I had underwear in my bag to begin with. I was carrying around a change of clothes with me. Pants, shirt, tank top, socks. And of all those things that I could have grabbed while grabbing my wallet, my underwear decided to be the asshole.

On a closing note, I thought this story was perfect for this super feminine and girly outfit post. Because I’m such a horrific lady.

XO,

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B is for Badass.

I. love. cilantro.

Now, before all you haters start with your ewwwww’s, let me get something straight. Cilantro is an acquired taste. A taste that only the classy and fabulous appreciate. Not every bunny’s special like that. It’s okay.

In light of the holidays, we had a “friends of the family” hot pot at home. I love hot pot. The beef, the lamb, the seafood, the soup, the peanut butter sauce and the green leafy cilantro. Fcuk yeah. So just as dinner starts, I use my killer knife skills to chop up some cilantro. Once chopped, you must do the following: 1. sniff that shit 2. sprinkle decoratively over dipping sauce 3. devour. So I eat. And life is delicious.

Ten wonderful minutes into dinner I get it: Oh my god. Are you eating raw cilantro??! There’s poison and bacteria on it. You HAVE to cook it first! What? No there isn’t. Yeah! You can get e.coli, chimes in another voice. Um actually, cilantro’s good for you. It has like, health benefits and stuff. I know. I”m science.  No no no. You must stop eating it. Do you want to boil it? You can’t eat it raw! 

Silence.

There’s silence because…
1. I’m appalled.
2. I’m pissed.
3. I’m Googling: Is raw cilantro bad for you?

Cilantro is a fighter. It fights recurring infections, bacterial and viral.
Cilantro takes out villains. It helps rid the body of heavy metals and detoxifies your blood.
Cilantro is a good guy. A good source of  minerals, fibre, stuff.
Cilantro heals. It’s a super health food. With super powers.

Cilantro sounds like a fcuking superhero to me. Oh, it’s okay. She didn’t know. She won’t do it again. Watch me bitches. So, do you want to boil your cilantro? No. I think most vegetables are like, healthier raw. No. Do you want to boil your cilantro? Google says I won’t die. Psh, Internet. Right, I should listen to your chain emails about how using the microwave is going to turn me into a radioactive space mutant instead. I’m done.

There’s really no point to this post. Oh wait. Yes there is….. CILANTRO IS THE SHIT. Basically, that dinner annoyed me so much that I dedicated a whole blog post to cilantro. Yea, I did.

Cilantro. I put that shit on everything.

XO,

I need your help.

Dear readers, bloggers & kind hearted bunnies,

It’s MOVEMBER! And for all of you that aren’t familiar, November is prostate cancer month. Starting on November 1st with clean shaven faces, men dedicate themselves to growing their mo-staches for the entire month, while raising funds and awareness to support the cause.  As you can imagine, as the month progresses, they can start looking pretty pervy. Unless you’re Asian of course. Many of my poor male Asian friends have confided in me about the battles they face — battles of trying to grow a ‘stache that consists of more than a hair or two. So sad. :(

Now just because (most) of us ladies aren’t able to participate in the same way the men do, that doesn’t stop us. This year, my BFF and I have joined MOVAMBER ALERT – a group of women, originating from Vancouver, united together to show support and raise funds to promote men’s health. My BFF lost her dear gramps to prostate cancer a few years ago, so this is a cause that’s close to heart.

Okay, I’m ready to help!

All it takes is a minute of your time to make a difference. There is no minimum contribution. Anything you can do to help is sincerely appreciated.

>> DONATE NOW & SUPPORT THE CAUSE!

Thank you, thank you, thank you for taking the time to read this post. I don’t ask often, but I need your help. We’re hoping that you’ll join us in making a difference. “IT IS STACHE-UTORY LAW TO SUPPORT THE MO-VEMENT!” Together, we stand. GO BUNNIES GO!

XO,

Can you guess what I’m going to be for Halloween?

XO,

Over the past few months, a few friends of mine have been hard at work, creating a new phone app called Yiiip. Unlike the conventional way of selling your goods at garage sales, consignment stores, or Craig’s List, you can easily get rid of your junk stuff in 3 easy steps — grab your phone, take a picture, sell it on Yiiip. Convenient. Hassle-free. 

And for all the fashionistas using their blog or some other means to sell their clothes, accessories and the like, Yiiip makes it easy to showcase the goods you no longer want in minutes. One girl’s junk is another girl’s treasure.

So soon enough, you can buy bunnies and sell bunnies, among other things….on the go, right from your phone! Check out their awesome video below — watch me yiiip and get yiiip’d!

To keep updated about Yiiip, follow @GoYiiip on Twitter and like them on Facebook! Oh, and don’t forget: spread the word. The official release of Yiiip will be on November 1st. That’s my birthday. So do me a favor and sign up.

XO,