Wilfred Free tee | Urban Outfitters pants | Vera Wang Lavender pumps
MbMJ necklace | Spring bag | Winky Designs watch | Aldo ring, bracelet

[ photos by Jeffrey Hau ]

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I went through a period where I was obsessed with colored or patterned pants. Although I really love the J Brand waxed denims, I don’t own a pair… yet. I’m not sure if I can justify spending $200+ on a trend, although I would probably be able to wear them forever more, depending on the color. I did manage to find a pair of pink pants at Urban Outfitters during the holidays though. For $19.99. I don’t mean to toot my own horn (that was a lie) but I’m a @#$%ing awesome shopper, sometimes. I’m seeing a lot of pastels rolling in for Spring and I’d love a pair of denim in mint green, lavender or creamsicle. Forever 21 seems to have some, but the quality and fit is always a hit or miss for me. Have you guys seen pastel denims elsewhere?

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.

Happy Chinese New Year everybunny!
Wishing you + your families much health, happiness and prosperity!

Danier leather jacket | Zara leopard cardigan | Wilfred tank
Marc by Marc bag | Gap Kids hat | Seychelles booties

It’s the year of the Dragon! Where are all muh dragons at? Being a tiger, I had to keep true to my roots. Hence the leopard (it’s a cat, same difference) cardi, and um, furry hat. Because cats also have fur.

This is my 2nd time wearing my Russian hat. I wore it to dim sum yesterday and I probably looked crazy. I say that because all of “my people” were staring at me. Elderly Chinese grannies seem to enjoy staring though, without being polite enough to look away once you catch them and stare back. So, maybe they were just being…. normal.

On another note, my weekend was great. It was partially anti-social, chill, and laid back. I spent Saturday night with 3 friends drinking super-charged golf carts, eating Sour Patch Bunnies, watching YouTube make-up tutorials of Promise Phan transforming into Angelina Jolie and other celebs, and episodes of Happy Endings. I was the only girl. What? I was the only girl. Um, awesome.

XO,

PS - Only 5 days left to enter my Winky Designs giveaway for a chance to win 1 of 2 stylish and delicious watches!

H&M x Versace jacket | Wilfred Free tee | Forever 21 jeans
Aldo shoes | Marc by Marc necklace

DIY shorts

Before you question the meaning of my post title, don’t. It’s not worth your time. I’ll explain later.

What you’re seeing in this outfit post is just that — one of the H&M x Versace collaboration jackets. No, I did not line up over night to get dibs on any of the items. Nor was I invited. In fact, I had no idea how the whole thing worked, so I wandered into H&M the day of, hoping to get a glimpse of the collection and oh, did I. From behind metal gates. In my head I shouted but I’m Bunnie Bar!! Yeah, that has no pull.

I gave up on the H&M x Versace collection after seeing that everything was gone just a day after the launch. Meh, I’ll live. I visit H&M pretty regularly, so I wandered in on another day and couldn’t make it past the Versace section because the guy I was with caught glimpse of something amazing and started gravitating towards it. The jacket. Someone returned it. And it was a size 2. Fate. Shit.

So after some justification on why this is a @#$%ing awesome piece, I agreed and purchased it — just to hold on to and decide if I really wanted it. It never made it back to the store. I now own it. I OWN YOU.

Still a little intimidated by the crazy jacket, I wore it to the Jay-Z and Kayne concert. And shit, did I get a lot of comments. From random dudes. It was awkward. And exciting. It’s crazier than the other jackets in the collection, but with the help of my awesome male stylist (not gay) who inspired my first outfit, I think I’ll get some good wear out of it.  What would you wear this with?

XO,

PS – I don’t think I’m fat. Nor am I a stick. Nor… would it really matter. Just so happens that I received the perfect comment on my last post which I used for the title of this post. You know, since I’m in shorts and all. It was meant to be.  Thanks for the ammo. You earned it. xo

Wilfred top | F21 jeans | Aldo shoes | Chanel tote
Banana Republic necklace | Urban Outfitters cuffs

Acid wash jeans remind me of cows. And cows go moo.

XO,

H&M top, necklace, turquoise ring | Wilfred silk pants | Aldo rings | Nine West shoes

There’s something about the weather that motivates me to blog. It’s almost the end of May and surprise, surprise, the rain is coming down like bunnies and chinchillas. The good thing about it is that it somehow motivates me to blog. I guess I’m kind of like those socially awkward people who talk about weather when they don’t know what to say. Well folks, it’s raining and dark outside. Just down right gloomy.

On another note, I need some motivation to move my butt… literally. I used to be a pretty avid gym-goer, but over the last year or so I’ve lost it. I’ve made many mental and physical attempts to pick it back up, but nothings working. And before you go on about ‘Oh you look fine.. you’re so tiny!’ that’s not the point. Aside from the fact that I’m gaining weight for the first time in oh I don’t know… 8 years?! I’m also feeling chronically exhausted. I. Am. Always. Tired. And. It. Doesn’t. Feel. Good. ZzZZzzzzz….

So please put a spell on me. And give me some motivation to move my lazy ass. Before it becomes too big to move.

XO,