H&M dress | Halston Heritage clutch | Spring shoes
F21 necklace, ring | Michael Kors watch

Hi bunnies. :) I’m in Vegas right now for work, attending the Market trade show. Vegas for work? Yes, but it’s not the same as going to Vegas for pleasure. I’ve been to Vegas enough times. I think I need to go somewhere else. Dear work, please send me somewhere else. Thank you.

We flew in on Saturday and had a night out — eating, drinking, dancing, eating — followed by really fast sleeping. Aka, passing out. I was pretty excited to wear the new H&M dress I bought a few days before my trip. Yes, I shopped. But it was only $35. And it’s cute… right?

Earlier this evening, I decided that it would be a good idea to have a small bite before bed. Being tired and lazy, I pulled on a pair of leggings and wandered to the cafe downstairs with my wallet and phone. As I got off the elevator, I felt something touching my leg. I stopped and turned to see what it was. Nothing. I scanned the floor further. There it was. A foot away. Lying on the floor. My fcking underwear. Too embarrassed to think, I frantically picked it up and shoved it into my leggings.

My underwear got stuck to my leggings in my suitcase, and managed to make it down the hall, into the elevator and across the casino floor with me. Yeah it did.

XO,

Wildfox Couture hoodie | H&M jeggings | BB Blue denim jacket
Seychelles booties | Winky Designs watch | Spring bag | Aldo ring, bangles

[ Photos by Jeffrey Hau ]

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As I’m lying here on the couch in my most gangster slouch, engulfed in a giant blanket with the Canucks on, my mind is blank. I feel nothing. Actually, I feel pretty tired. And my brain also feels like mashed potatoes. I don’t think mashed potatoes have feelings, nor do they think. So that brings me back to my first point: my mind is blank.

Considering that I’m in the middle of writing a blog post, a blank mind is not ideal. But regardless of how thoughtless my brain is, words are autonomously forming from my fingers and being transposed onto the screen. Wow, this is boring. I’m sorry.

This is one of my favorite outfits so far. It’s casual and it’s comfortable. I’ve always been a big fan of “effortless looks.” The kind where you feel like they just grabbed whatever was on the floor but still manages to look good. (Although in my case, I tried.) Not to mention, my H&M jeggings cost $15, my denim jacket is from highschool, and I’m wearing the most versatile booties I’ve ever bought. It doesn’t get much better than that.

Do you like the effortless look?

XO,

[ Bunnies! Only 3 days left to enter my Winky Designs Watch Giveaway! ]

Zara blazer, pants | Wilfred Free tee | Aldo shoes | H&M clutch
Le Chateau white leather cuff | Multi-color bracelet from Egypt

Foot massages. I love them. I went for my first foot massage about 2 years ago, and shortly after, I was addicted. I started going a 2-3 times a month. I had a problem. So I had an intervention, and now, I rarely go. Just recently, a new modern reflexology spa called Foot Lounge just opened. Trouble.

It’s a great lounge. The massages are awesome. But my favorite part is this: they have a masseuse who gives foot readings. Foot what? Readings. In smart people terms, podomancy.

Your feet tell a story. The right is your masculine side, your Ying. It symbolizes work, money, “manly” things. (Debatable.) The left is your feminine side, your Yang. It symbolizes decision making, trust, and other “girly” things. According to my awesome masseuse, my Ying is dominant over my Yang. I’m a manly she-male who sucks at decision making (truth) and trusting people (truth too). To strengthen my Yang, I need to cut down on sweets. Stress causes me to eat sweets, which in turn, clouds my judgement and triggers bad decision making. Note to self: do not mix alcohol and sugar.

Now if I want to manifest my Ying and make it stronger, I need to find a regular social activity. Like, sports. Pleease. I told the masseuse that I do engage in a social activity. It’s called blogging. Apparently, sitting in front of your computer alone for hours is not a social activity. What?

Anyways, while I’m getting my massage and podomany on, I’m feeling all zen and shit. Our deep, intellectual conversation about my life is suddenly interrupted: [in Chinese] ”WAAAAAH! You need to get a lymph node massage!!! Your legs are sooo FAT!” Yup. That’s a typical traditional Chinese woman for you. Mind you, during the foot massage you could only see my calves. So now I have fat calves too, right under my fat thighs. Common theme?

My BFF and I did burst out laughing though. No offence taken.

XO,

PS – I thought this outfit was appropriate for the post because it’s bold and strong. Since I’m manly and all.

Top Shop jacket | Boutique sweater | Aldo boots, bangles
Joe’s jeggings | H&M headband | Spring bag

[ Photos by Daddy ]

It snowed over the weekend. Snow seems to have a different effect on you when you get older. Although the sight of it is pretty, most of the thoughts that go through my head…. aren’t. When it snows, life can become a nuisance. It gets complicated, and put on hold. I parked my car in front of my house, which happens to be on a hill. Shortly after, I came out to see my car slanted with the trunk sticking out into the road. (And this is not because I’m a bad driver. Yes, I’m Chinese.) My car had slid… down the hill. But thanks to driving school, I turned the wheel when I parked and prevented my car from sliding all the way down the hill, into traffic. See, adult problems. Luckily, it usually doesn’t snow that much in Vancouver.

With the little bit of snow we got, I decided it would be nice to do an outfit post, outside, with the white stuff. Taking photos outside can be a hassle when you’re an only child. I have no one to ask to ask for help, and I refuse to set up my tripod in the cold, while strangers gawk and WTF me as they stroll by. But I do have parents. I made my dad take pictures of me with the snow. Genius. But awkward. And yes, he was all like, WTF. Oddly enough, I didn’t give him any direction. He just worked it. He must read my awesome blog. Hi, Daddy.

XO,

Dresses: Laura Petite, H&M, Bebe

Happy new year everybunny! I’m a day late, but I have a good excuse. I was practically bed-ridden on new year’s day due to a lot of awesomeness the night before. I woke up around 12:30pm and freaked out that… it was 12:30pm. One thing about me is that I hate waking up late because it makes me feel like I’ve wasted the entire day. So with that being said, I…. somehow ended up getting up at 5:30pm. A real lazy Sunday to start off the new year.

However, with laziness comes time to reflect and that’s exactly what I needed. When I think of the year that just passed, it feels like just that — another year passed. But think harder and memories and lessons start to unfold. And although I can’t say that this year is the best yet — every age, every stage in life has different experiences that stand out, different events that are important, different requirements to grow — 2011 has been one of the most diverse and influential in making me, hopefully, a better Bunnie.

One thing I am a bit disappointed in is that I didn’t meet all the goals I made. Not only that, I forgot I made them. So once I settle on my resolutions and goals for this year, I’m keeping them visible. After all, you’re supposed to revisit them every now and then to see how you’re doing aren’t you?

So aside from the typical resolutions that are really on everyone’s list — go to the gym, save money, what else do you have? Share them with me. Could be that your resolutions are things I need to do, need to improve on, or things I’ve never even considered. So I need to know. Here’s two for you 1) read one book a month 2) use your phone less. I read this post I wrote 2 years ago. It’s like I just slapped myself in the face. Maybe you need a good slapping too.

Anyways, happy new year to all of you! Wishing you the best in love, happiness and success – whatever you strive for in 2012. Thanks for reading, as always.  ♥

XO,

PS – Today’s also my BFF @chinsquared‘s birthday. HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Love you lots. xo

Danier jacket | American Apparel leggings | H&M kids sweater | Marc by Marc ring

Sometimes I wish I was a toddler so I could wear puffy tutu skirts, stylish little booties and cute flowers in my hair….. for cheaper. I already wear puffy tutu skirts. It just costs more. Except for this awesome metallic sweater I found from H&M. I was contemplating on getting the normal human size one for $40 or something until I saw it — the exact same sweater in little people size at little people prices. For $25, it’s a steal. Size 14Y. Not sure if being the same size as a possibly pre-pubescent kid is anything to be proud of, but I’m going to make a trip to the kids section every time I’m in H&M from now on.

Anyways, my initial thoughts on this before I got sidetracked was: WTF. Why are kids clothing these days so much cuter and stylish than it was when I was a kid? When I was a young and uglier, everything I wore matched. Red top, red pants. Jean jacket, jeans bottoms. Top with cartoon cats puked all over it? Bottoms with cartoon cats puked all over it! Maybe that’s why I was so ugly….

Here is just one example:

As I’m writing this post, it’s suddenly dawning on me that this might not be how all kids dressed in the 90′s… and I might actually be the only one. Oh gawd. Anyone else look this ridiculous?

XO,