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Big fish, small fish



H&M cropped sweater | Liberty Love loose tee | F21 tutu
Aldo bangles, necklace | Michael Kors watch | Wanted flats
Big fish versus small fish. If presented with the option, would you rather work for a big company or a small company? There seem to be pros and cons for both. Let me break it down for you, the way I perceive it.
Big. More established, more security. Chance of higher salary. Opportunity to grow with the company, and if you do, it can be a big deal. The problem is, will you be someone? Or just a numbered employee?
Small. Chance to learn more about the business and gain experience in new areas. Opportunity to work closely with head honchos. Less security, possibly less pay. Room for creativity and your ideas.
What else is there? It’s possible that I may be faced with this situation soon…and I’ve been thinking about the benefits and downsides of each without but I haven’t made much progress… so help me. What’s your take on it?
And seriously, since when did I get to a stage where I have to make these kinds of decisions? It was just yesterday that I was running through the park, twirling in a tutu. (Not literally, but it’s a good idea.)
XO,

PS. There it is. The tee I loved so much… that shrank and was last seen: Just a photographic memory.
14
07 2011
And the Bunnie Bar was born…

I wanted to start a blog, as you can see.
A blog that was fun and free. A blog that was me.
I have this book where I write down my goals, my aspirations and the things I’ve learned about myself along the way. As I was flipping through it the other day, I came across a page that made me stop, and made me smile. “I want to start a blog.” How this idea came to mind… I can’t quite remember. But I’m pretty sure it was influenced by my job at the time. I worked for an Internet marketing company and I became interested in the industry. And interested in web design too.

Excited like a little bunnie, I started brainstorming names… but I didn’t get too far. I didn’t know what I wanted to blog about, but I knew i just wanted to do it. I wanted a name that could encompass anything, and anything I wanted to write about. So I “thought long and hard…”
Bunnie Bar is a where I share a bit of me. In… some ways, most ways. And there’s a little bit of something… for every one. Of course I’ve figured out that I love to post about shopping, fashion, and girly things, but you’ll get the occasional odd post, like this one here. Regardless, thanks for being here. For the year and a half so far…. ♥
Now why my name is Bunnie? That’s a story for another day.
XO,

PS. Why I decided to HANDWRITE the first line of this blog on the computer, I have no idea. Why I then decided to POST such ugly writing, I don’t even know. I think I thought it was cool….
09
04 2011
One hour of entertainment for $3
Bored? Have an hour to spare?
Why not crack open a coconut?

The name says it all: Easy Open Coconut.
1. Pierce eye, drain milk.
2. Tap along groove.
3. Remove flesh, enjoy!
SO SIMPO! Right? Has anyone ever tried to open a coconut like this? Let me tell you how it’s done.
Step 1: Pierce the eye. That’s easy. Drain the milk? Easy too right? Right. Until you realize that hmmm liquid doesn’t drain too well from small holes in concealed objects. So like a physicist you think, Right. All I need to do is poke another hole so that the pressure can escape.
Here we go.
Poke.
….. Poke.
……. Poke!
….. POKE. Poke. Poke.
…… POKE! POKE! POKE! POKE! POKE!
WTF!
It. Won’t. Work. The first hole was easy access. Working the second was NOT. The third wouldn’t budge either. Oh yes, we tried chopsticks, knives, screw drivers. And after much effort. It gave in… Woo hoo to a few more drops of coconut milk.
Step 2: Tap along groove. What does tap mean to you? To hit lightly right? Wrong! In coconut language, tap means: to pound vigorously first using knives of increasing length, size and durability and then with a hammer. It’s like trying to cut open a freakin’ rock.

Step 3: Remove flesh and enjoy! How do you easily remove flesh that is dense, tight and almost solid? Not with a spoon! A knife perhaps? Sure. But you’ll need a lot of strength, precision, articulation and sawing skills.

One hour later…. I’m not even sure if I really enjoyed myself. Watching someone open a coconut becomes less exciting over time. ;) { Yes, all I really did was drink the milk and eat the flesh. } However, the 2 sips of coconut milk was great and the dry paper-like flesh was… okay.

If you’ve never done it before, it’s something new, something different, and something “fun.” I’d say it’s one of those things you have to do once in your life. However, they could have made the instructions a bit more helpful.
Materials: A strong, patient and determined figure { ideally a male } who has chopsticks, butter knives, steak knives, butcher knives, a cutting board, and a hammer.
I guess if you have time to kill, you could always watch a movie or something too. :)
XO,

14
03 2010
Slow Dance
Just a little reminder…because sometimes, we all need one.
[Image by tchaikovsky2]
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
Ever told your child,
We’ll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,’Hi’
You better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift….
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
A poem said to be written by a teenager with cancer. Unlike most of us, she’ll never make it to prom, graduate from high school, or get married and start a family of her own.
So take a moment each day….
to stop and smell the roses.
XO,

01
02 2010
Wake up, bitch
You’ve all recovered from the holidays and it’s time to get down to business. You’ve made some new years resolutions and unlike last year, and the year before, and the year before, you’re going to try really really hard to keep. them. all. And for more than just a couple of months.
Hmmm… sounds like you’re going to need some help.
If you’re like most people, you probably didn’t get around to checking off all the goals on your 2009 list or keeping your resolutions for the duration of the year. Yeah yeah, you’re not the only one… even worse, you’re just like everyone else. Lazy. Boring. Procrastination-Prone. Useless. Sounds like you’re setting yourself up for failure. Aww do you feel sad and depressed now? Wah wah. It’s your fault.
It’s only a week into 2010 and if you haven’t woken the hell up, it’s not too late…. yet. But WTF are you waiting for?? Last time I checked, you aren’t getting any younger and time isn’t passing by any slower. So get off your lazy ass and do something!
Stop letting opportunities pass you by and seriously, stop handing them off to losers who are SO much less deserving than you. Stop making your lame excuses and set some realistic and attainable goals. Better yet, write them down and plaster them on your big forehead. Don’t let your stupid habits from 2009 carry on into the new year. And be determined to do the things you want to do, to achieve the success that you know you’re capable of. It may not be easy, but you’re never going to get anywhere if you aren’t going to try. Weight’s on your shoulders. You ready?
Wake up bitch, or you’re going to be left
BEHIND.
XO,

PS – What do I do? You make goals and resolutions. You figure out what steps you’re going to take to achieve them, and most importantly, WHEN you’re going to achieve them by. Don’t try to tackle it in one go. You’ll never do it. Trust me, Mama Bunnie knows. ♥


