rae&jay.

I miss you.

2010-01-14T20:32:00.000-08:00

Rae and Jay I miss you - time for a much needed update asap.

Don't talk to strangers.

2009-09-29T21:29:00.000-07:00

Saturday was on the top of the list of one of the most intense nights, well mornings, of my life. It started off at the Roxy Burger, that was nice and normal. Double long islands iced teas, the best spinach dip I've ever had and some quesadillas shared with the one and only Jay and Stu. After, we arrived to the, 'Fuck me I'm famous,' launch party at Pulse nightclub on Davie for Ryan McKillop's new underwear line, which my magazine so thoughtfully assigned me to cover, thinking it was an evening of haute couture. Stu and I got thrown into the back of a limo against our will with two boys in some cute, butt less neon jock underwear by a huge black transvestite dressed in a white and pink tutu, and had our photo taken. After an hour or so we realized there was absolutely not going to be a fashion show, it was boys parading around the bar in these butt less jocks, mixed with dancing trannys in tutus and masked body suited creatures and fruit plates. Bizarre. There was some crazy dance troupe called Armstrong Jr. dancing around in masquerade masks, and photos/videos of half naked men everywhere on screens. My friend Stu was the only straight guy in the building. He said that the dancing transvestite made him feel polarized. I didn't know how to take it - interesting to say the least. We went for a smoke and decided it was time to leave since we were both feeling indifferent about the happenings of the evening thus far. It was before midnight when we left. Then we went to Jay's. The the usual venue called our name and we went to The Cellar. We lost the poor polarized Stu and assumed he pulled a runner with no plans of returning. We stayed until it closed. My friend S and I decided it was a good idea to go to Gorg-O-Mish and start the research for my directed study. We missed the no-cover time by a minute. I wasn't about to pay $30 so we told the door we were writing an article. We forgot business cards so we were walking home to get some, because S lives a block away. On the way home S followed this guy because she thought he was, 'the most beautiful thing [she's] ever seen.' She convinced him to find his friend and come to Gorg-O-Mish. We went to get the cards and to get a falafel pita with everything but onions from Pita Pit (beats Megabyte by a mile - or 10). Then, he calls her. She decides we aren't going to Gorg-O-Mish and rather, he's coming over to her place. My phone, purse and everything I need to be in touch with the world are one block down at Jay's and she is asleep because she has to work at 8 a.m. It's now about 4:30 a.m. The 'most beautiful guy in the world', know to his friends as Milan, has his roommate show up. They come back to my friend's place... both of them. S drags the M into her bedroom. I put a blanket over my head and try to sleep on the couch. The crazy roommate essentially attacks me... and wont leave me alone. S is in the room fucking M. I have no phone, S has no house phone. I have to put the freak roommate who was attacking me on the balcony. Walk in on S having sex, inform her of what is going on outside and to get her phone to wake poor little Jay who has to work in about three hours at this point. Oh no. Regardless, Jay comes and saves me. The roommate decides its a good idea to try and attack her too. I find out later he actually went after S too. Jay and I run out, go to Subway. I insult these gang members by saying one of their his Gucci watches is fake. The girlfriend gets angry. Jay threw out a racial slur and the girlfriend nearly chases us out of Subway. We run to Jay's I grab my stuff and go to Ryan's. He was just getting off work. I wanted see him, and to leave Jay to sleep before work, her studio doesn't muffle noise too well and I was in no state of mind to be sleeping. Ryan acts like a complete fool all night and turned into a douche bag. Turns out not being a slut is a turn off to some guys. I get home at 10 a.m. after sleeping for a mere two hours and go work an eight hour shift. Jay goes to work after about the same. Remember when your mom and Meg Hickling told you not to talk to strangers? This is why. Oh Saturday.

Note: Please refer to disclaimer: http://raeandjay.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-hello.html

Not in love.

2009-09-09T22:33:00.000-07:00

Lying here tonight in bed as I just put my winter teddy bear sheets on my bed, I realized that something is really different about me and different about this time of year, this year. For the first time in years, I'm not in love. Not in any way, shape or form. Wow, that feels oddly liberating and depressing at the exact same time.

Princesa.

2009-08-12T21:15:00.000-07:00

So, driving back from Taxco to Puerto Marques is supposed to take three-four hours... last night we took seven - but before I tell you that story you have to see how beautiful the little city of Taxco is - photos to come soon.

Today we spent the morning/afternoon at the Princess beach. It was the hottest day I've felt since I've been here and the sand was on fire! We spent the day playing and getting smashed in the giant olas (waves), frying our poor bodies and drinking amazing sangria while watching Mexico kick the American's asses in the World Cup qualifying game at the Princess hotel! My silly old man bet me 200 pesos they'd loose. Word to the wise - have faith in the Mexicans! Later on I went surfing for the first time at Revolcadero beach. I now know why it's literally impossible to surf there! I admire those local surfers (though they are rare) that get out there and surf that!The undertow is crazy. I was nearly assaulted by the salvavida (lifeguard) teaching me how to get through the currents, but that's a story for a select few I'll tell some other time. Apparently, Acapulquenos have big hands. Anyhow, the plan for tonight was to head out downtown, but the sun has taken everything out of us and we're just taking it easy at the condo, it's such a nice night as I'm sitting by the pool there's a perfect breeze and not a cloud in the sky. It's insane how many more stars I can see from here than from in little old Ladner, probably 100 times more. Tonight I remembered to wear my bug spray, and I haven't got one bite! Touch wood... now they're going to attack! Anyhow, I'm off to get some sleep so I'm ready for a big night on the town tomorrow!

Besos,

Rae x.

We love Mexicans (and Mexico).

2009-08-11T07:41:00.000-07:00

So, after one night with a couple of Mexican boys, clearly trouble started. We woke up in the morning at 10 a.m. to get ready go to the the Princess Beach with Rodrigo and Enrique and went down at what we thought was eleven thirty... because we didn't see any sign of them or hear from them before that. Turns out both of our phones were on Vancouver time and by the time we checked for them it was 1:30 p.m. Oops... so we decided to take an adventure down to Puerto Marques village instead. Cameras in hand we went on a massive photo hunt and spend the afternoon sipping on Sol with lime in a little palapa on the beach, next to an amazing family who we ended up spending the afternoon sharing bags of fresh shrimp and papaya, salsa music, a boat ride through the bay with 20 other Mexicans, playing with their sweet baby girl and practicing our Spanish. Wow, do I have a new found love for Puerto Marques beach in the summertime, you can actually see the sand and water and their aren't hordes of vacationers from Mexico City taking over the place. The real locals are there and every thing about it is paradise.

On our boat ride across the bay and the sweet family that we spent the day with.

By nighttime we finally got a hold of the boys and they came back to Torre Blanca - we played Cranium and fell in love for the evening. Mexican men are so damn charming it's unbelievable, but some are actually truly genuine. So as the night went on we decided to break the one rule my dad gave us for the trip. "Don't go into the village at night, its dangerous, full of crazy gangs and drugs." What did we decide to do? Take quads down from the condo with the boys and their detective uncle Erin, Bacardi, Tequila and Tecate in hand and made our way down to the village, to the dock and drank the night away, filled with muchos besos. Somehow, Rae and Jay have this pattern as of recently... going for friends. 5:30 a.m. came very quickly and before we knew it, we had to be up to drive to Taxco at 8 a.m. Not cool.

Me and a very gorgeous boy by the pool.

I have to go because currently I am being attacked by about 1000 (probably malaria-ridden) mosquitos and I'm not about to wake up tomorrow morning covered from head to toe in bumps! But when I wake up I will edit/add more detail to this post and tell you about how amazingly beautiful Taxco was, and how we are actually truly lucky to be alive at the moment after taking seven hours to drive down through the mountains with a car that has a broken fuel pump, that broke down six times, no lights, in the middle of a major highway with one lane due to construction, and a dangerous amount of semi trucks...

Rae. x.

Sweet little boy at the beach.

Waking up in paradise.

2009-08-09T06:53:00.000-07:00

I can't believe I stayed away from this place for five years. That's all I can think right now. I'm so happy to finally be home and just to be able to breathe this air and see so many people that I love. We've not even been here 24 hours and have had some adventures already! We did the inevitable stop at Costco before even getting to Torreblanca, and accidently ran into our oldest friend, Miguel - the owner of the restaurant at our condo, Bar Lanai! Loaded up on sunscreen, fresh fruit, gatorade, white wine, and all the ingredients to make homemade pina coladas - the essentials in Acapulco! We came back, unpacked and went down to Bar Lanai for some dinner. Tortilla chips and tortilla soup! Played with my dad's dinner before he ate it, freshly caught lobster! He was frothing at the mouth so I wiped it for him, his pincher's were already cut off but he was still full of life. Poor Sebastian screamed when they threw him into the hot water.... but he tasted better than anything else we've ever had... wow!

Later on we went to the pool, popped a bottle of champagne and celebrated our arrival! We played with our red ball... which led us to some new friends! Rod Stewart and company.

Drank wine, drank rum, listened to music and swam more!Now It's 7:30 a.m and I've already been up for a few hours. I can't sleep when I'm here I feel like there's no time to waste, and getting up early gives me time to do this in the morning! Anyways, I'm off to wake up Jay and take her to see the village, a photo update will be on its way soon! Then we're off to the Princess Beach and the out for the evening to Palladium!

Puerto Marques Bay, Acapulco, Mexico

Besos,

Rae x.

What's up phoenix, what's up.

2009-08-07T21:19:00.000-07:00

Oi kids.

We've arrived safely in the heat of Phoenix, Arizona baby! And it's haat - 9:20 p.m. and it's still 91°F. And here we were thinking Vancouver was insanely hot. So after a morning of scrambling to wake up, go tanning, get eyebrows done, we managed to make our flight. Needless to say we spent the entire plane ride snoozing off a terrible hangover/pita pit filled belly/shadi's roll, or in Jay's case, Red Bull overdose and sleep deprivation. But, after an amazing dinner at Ruby Tuesdays, prawns, fish and rice, we're both feeling back in action and have just spent the evening being driven around by our cute shuttle driver, Matthew and in the pool/hot tub! It feels about five in the morning though, so we're heading to bed. Tomorrow - ACAPULCO LOCO. Consider yourselves warned.

Rae, x.

aaand.. we're off!

2009-08-07T11:37:00.000-07:00

Quick update from the Light residence...

Well after a quick pit-stop on my way home from Mara Lake (aka my childhood in a nutshell) to visit our super-hero best friend I made it just in time to see my lovely Rae and our favourite vixen, Shadi, stumbling towards Uva. While the girls were nursing a different kind of pain this morning, I was busy trying to recuperate from a night full of laundry and Red Bulls.

Okay I have so many words, and so little time. Nothing new there. Will update tonight when we get to Phoenix (Arizonaaaa put the heat up on yaaa lalalaa!)

Love you all lots and lots.

ps Got the sea-do up past 105 clicks the other day. Let's all take a moment to thank the Big Guy I'm still alive..

And, we're back.

2009-08-03T23:54:00.000-07:00

p.s. I am now a sister-in-law - Photos by Photobooth Vancouver at my sister's wedding!

Oh, hello. Negligent isn't even the appropriate word to use at this point in time to describe the lack of content that's been put on here over the past year, yet in some ways it's reassuring to look back and see what life was like a year ago, how much we've moved forward and how much life can change when you least expect it.

Life is finally at a point worth writing about - okay maybe it always was but we just got a bit carried away with it all. Within the next three weeks, we promise to fill all the voids we've left you with over the past year. Plan of action: Phoenix, Puerto Marques, Acapulco, Taxco, home, Portland, Redwood Forest, San Fran, Anaheim, Laguna Beach, San Diego, Tijuana, home, uni. So there will be daily updates, videos, and street dance parties from each location.

I've realized a lot in the past eight months. Number one - Jay, I love you and you truly make my heart happy. Number two - Don't get involved with Australian men - They pee on your bathroom floors, or on your friend's deck in front of their parents and use you: i.e. they are nat classy, neither is the MC of your sister's wedding. Number three - I am a much better person in every aspect of my life, when I am single. Although I will admit that I have become a very serious and threatening serial kisser, and I quite enjoy it. Number four - Finding a journalism job is utterly impossible in this city, or in any other city for that matter if you are lacking a degree - bloody diploma. Verdict: I will be sticking around here until my degree is finished in 1.5 years. Number five - Just because you throw a person's photo under the table the day after you sleep with (aka. fall in love with) someone else, doesn't make them disappear out of your life - forever at least. Somethings truly never change, how refreshing. :)

Life last week involved my sister's gift opening party at my place! Later on in the week with some 'Pink' Champagne in hand we and running into some wicked people on the way down to Kits to watch the fireworks - my long lost Austrian lover - Toby. With one quick "Hay Tobayy," the champagne was popped and the night begun. Sand wrestling wars and a perfect sunset included.

Quick recap of the last few months...

The Burlesque Bride:

The criteria for the night - my sister lyndsey in a burlesque costume ✓. bridesmaids in corsettes ✓. bad room service ✓. photoshoot ✓. martinis ✓. boas✓. fishnets ✓. dancing on stage ✓. wanted at every bar in whistler ✓. penis straws ✓. masks ✓. dancing on stage ✓. tequila shots ✓. corona ✓. mr. pink ✓. VIP ✓. kicked out of the bar ✓. drama ✓. mistaken for hookers ✓. security guard escorted ✓. rear ended ✓. sister's stagette = a classy and great success.

Yeah, we've been having a wee bit too much fun! So anyways, here is a forewarning to all the people that I am in anyway involved with from here forward. DISCLAIMER: If you are a part of my life, you are going to be written about on Rae&Jay and I take no responsibility for any feelings brought on by this. If you do not want to be written about, please remove yourself and lameness from my life. I also make no promises for this blog to be PG... actually I promise you that it will not. Thank-you.

This is how life feels right now.

Cheers,

Rae x.

u-turn

2008-07-13T13:31:00.000-07:00

There is a park not too far from my place that reminds me of the farm back home. Huge oaks and weeping willows begging to be climbed, a lovely little bench that for some reason is never occupied and tiny, tiny daisies sprinkled everywhere. If you let the ocean call you in, you'll probably find the stone-step stairs that trail down to the hidden beach. With sand veiled crevasses, perfect for some afternoon sun-soaking, and various dinosaur-egg resembling rocks that provide refuge from high-tide, it has become my own little coastal Three Mile.

I literally stumbled upon this place while avoiding the zillions of words my overdue articles were begging for, and had almost pushed it out of my mind until one night the clock ticked eleven, and english bay was cleared out. Rae, Chels and I weren't quite ready to part ways with the Princes of Monaco, so with one of Rae's favorite Ministry of Sound mixes obnoxiously, but brilliantly, blaring I led the gang to the aforementioned little paradise. Well, tried to anyways.

The entire drive there I felt like I was lost. Little clues would sometimes pop-out, reminding me that I was headed in the right direction.. but then something glaringly unfamiliar would catch my eye and that feeling of doubt would begin gnawing at the pit of my stomach once again. You know the one, where you are almost-kinda-sorta-sure that you have missed your turn or even passed your desired destination. That feeling has begun to familiarize itself a bit too often lately. I hate that feeling.

Dear dL,

2008-07-09T01:16:00.000-07:00

Please come back to Vancouver... we need your talent, and your pretty pictures make my heart smile.

Love, Jay

p.s. especially this self-portrait.

2 red walls, 2 white roses

2008-06-17T22:06:00.000-07:00

Wow, it feels like forever has passed since I have last tried to make sense of my life through words. I wish I had some great excuse for the neglect, like maybe I ran away and joined the circus but after realizing how impossible it is to find a decent wireless connection in a tent and discovering my slight allergy to elephants I packed it up and came home... but I don't. I'm just going to have to be very typical and offer up the usual excuse of busy. How uncool.

But busy doesn't always mean boring, especially not when it involves six plane tickets in less than a month (sometimes funded by the job of a lifetime and two amazing bosses), a new home, a furry rescued almost-roommate, a 21-year cabin celebration involving any kind of water works to be imagined and a kicked in meat-locker abandoned under a 'get out of hear' sign outside of a very Hills Have Eyes-esque trailor park. The last one was probably my favorite. These latest adventures paired with some character additions, and kill-offs, to the story of my life are hinting towards an interesting summer season for sure (I say that unjustly alluding that it's ever been any other way.) Posts will be far more frequent and detailed from now on. Pinky promise.

constant state of recovery.

2008-06-15T15:53:00.001-07:00

I've come to a conclusion about myself today: I am in a constant state of recovery. That phrase sums me up perfectly. Recovery from a big night out. Recovery from every kind of heart ache known to mankind. Recovery from working so much that I over exhaust myself or from some cut or bruise I've some how endured. Taking Reactin to recover from my allergies that have gone mad. Recovering from a corneal ulcer, or some other sort of infection. Recovering from some mistake I made or something I was late for. Yet the thing is, each and every one of these things are for the most part self -inflicted, and are nearly 100 per cent preventable situations that I get myself into. Go figure. Now the question is, how do I prevent them from happening? Well kids, I'm still working on that... but meanwhile I'm wide open to suggestions.

Apart from a little bit of a mishap before leaving Jay',s the night went just as planned... or actually... better! Jacq, Jay and I celebrated with a bottle of naked grape, our new wine of choice, and then decided to kick off the night with a few long island iced teas at El Furniture warehouse, the happiest place on earth. With a table full of peanuts and surf lessons (see below for action shots), Jacq's laugh was enough to put a smile on anyone's face no matter what the circumstances, and the evening was in full swing. After we sadly parted ways with Jacq, we headed off to our other favourite place, the hostel and ran into some of our favourite familiar faces and had a few vodka soda limes and then headed to the usual venue! J-crew decided to turn up and it was quite the reunion of a night! Joe went a little crazy in the box, and played some of the best music I've ever heard. We danced and danced like never before. I can tell that we are going to enjoy this downtown life...

Oh yes, it's just that easy...know you know surfing in 4 movements... got it? Yeah lets hit the waves now you're ready.

Woke up in the morning with a half a bottle of wine from Jay's, three long island iced teas, a Sunkist shot and quesadillas at El Furniture Warehouse, 2 vodka soda limes at the Same sun Hostel, and however many beers at the usual venue, topped off with a falafel pita just to settle it all in, right inside my belly. I was most definitely not in the best of shape. After Jay and I had Starbucks breakfast sandwiches and iced, tall, non-fat, white mocha and sugar free caramel americano mistos... things started to look up. For a moment at least, then things took a turn for the worse. After shopping for my, "dad's own cookbook" in Jay's neighbourhood I headed for home, where the afternoon was spent lying in the sun reading Ernest Hemingway's, "The Sun Also Rises" alongside my lovely sister reading his, "Farewell to Arms". Lost track of time because I was imagining myself drinking champagne on the Champs Elysses and eating breakfast in a cafe in Montemarte, and it was already dinner time. Mom, Lynds, Dad and I all put in something and we made a smorgasbord of dinner to celebrate the day of dad's! Mango and pecan salad, jalapeno burgers, potatoes, kubasa... and we got to eat it for the first time outside on the deck this summer. (If you can call what we've been having summer?) Dean, Rod, Frank and James set the mood. I was sick four times that day... and I think the only thing that finally settled down my mangled stomach was the raspberries and vanilla ice cream.

You are the music.

2008-06-12T19:48:00.000-07:00

If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor, love is the rhythm and you are the music.

summer daze.

2008-06-10T00:14:00.000-07:00

Let's just start off with saying that these past few weeks have been too eventful to keep up with... so i"ll try by doing a bit by bit recap of summer so far:

5/8 - Kate Nash was absolutely gorgeous. Her show at Richard's on Richard's was beyond expectations, the 20-year-old's performance was just as I'd hoped as she sung birds, pumpkin soup, foundations and finally merry happy! Although one member of the audience did decide to put a damper on everyone in the small club's night, we seemed to sort her out quite nicely in the end. After a lot of pushing and shoving things got a little escalated with this member of the audience. A short, long bleach blonde haired girl with the most black eye make up on I've ever seen. She was clearly British... like the epitome of a blonde, emo, British little bitch - to put it nicely -decided to shove the wrong group of girls, Lau, Chelsea Jacq and I, with a few double mojito's in us. After I pulled her hair, and a few fists from Jacquie... we got a tad out of hand. The final straw was her lunging towards Chelsea. One of her friends stupidly asked,

"Do you have a problem with my friend?"

Who? Us? Oh no not at all she's only shouting like a slag at Kate Nash, head butting the crowd to get to the front, and generally just pissing off the entire crowd.

"YES I DO... pause.... SHE'S A f*&%^ing CUNT."

My fist in her face shut her up as well as got her and company kicked out. Nice. They planned to meet us out side after, or well, threatened rather, and we were glad too... but by the time the concert was over they'd gone. Quick dance after the concert at the usual venue finished off a wonderful girls night out!

5/17-19 - So... a spur of the moment camping trip arose an we were all the sudden off to hick lake in Harrison Hot Springs... and Kt, stenester and Robby boy joined in for the most eventful camping trip to date. All I have to say is if people were meeting us ladies for the first time, they would not have been mistaken in assuming we were the most unclassy, messy, worst campers in the world. At the end of the drive up we thought that was going to be the highlight of our trip... we were mistaken.

12 Hydras, one 2-liter of Growers, a bottle of mysterious vodka in me with two of the greatest girls of all time with me was just enough to create a weekend wreaking havoc in every way possible, on my part at least. To be honest I don't regret a second of it, although there were some not so nice consequences. I'm pretty positive there isn't one thing that I didn't thoroughly enjoy or repeat on a very regular basis that entire weekend. That includes "I'm perfect" by Mason, our theme song of the trip, waking up with my tent literally upside down (bottoms up) with nobody I had planned to wake up next to in it and also waking up with my tent half way in the lake, eating hot dogs, riding in dingys and getting shipwrecked on a beach filled with cute boys and rescuing a stab victim. Climbing a waterfall with Rambo and still having scars to prove it was probably the highlight, or maybe it was the nature walk the night before? No it was definitely the log of shit left outside camp hurricane's tent... that kt had the pleasure of stepping in and getting on her leg. Now, foreign human feces on the leg is one thing, but foreign human feces and your own vomit on your legs is just legendary. And that's just what Katie did at the sight of it all. She was naaaat happy. All in all camp hurricane was a success and somehow... I went directly from those three days of camping into Stenester's mangled car and straight to an eight hour shift at Starbucks. The customers were naaat happy with me that day I'm sure. Dysfunctional and covered in dirt would be an understatement to describe my state that fine day.

threads of life.

2008-06-07T13:27:00.000-07:00

What started as a small development project when 250 hand-woven alpaca scarves were purchased in Bolivia and brought back to be sold in Canada to help the artisans and their families develop a sustainable lifestyle, led to something much more. The project was immediately given so much enthusiasm, causing the creation of Creative Development Initiatives, a non-profit organization promoting international development.

On May 16, CDI held its launching event, Paradigm Shift, at the Vancouver Museum. The room was filled with people of all ages and backgrounds including students, doctors, diplomats, business people, social activists, and politicians. With guests sipping on Barefoot Californian wine, the highlight of the evening was a fashion show featuring eco-friendly designers, gorgeously produced by Keiko Boxall of Studio Keiko, with stunning models gracing the runway as DJ Pritosys and DJ Sheps donated their skillful sounds giving the room the energy and excitement it deserved, spinning sexy house and dirty electro beats throughout the course of the evening.

Founder Joshua Cox said, ''What we can accomplish is only limited by the depth of our own creativity and the strength of our will.'' The creative threads of each of the designer's garments presented the same sustainable nature as the alpaca scarves themselves, as well as that of the basis of the organization.

Mother Trucker Clothing, a fresh, fashion forward and organic line by Erin Stanford, used a combination of silk screening with classic cuts and lines featured many unique garments including a striking black high-waisted skirt with gold button detail. Sarah Reynolds' line, Haras, incorporated a gorgeous hand pleated skirt as well as a houndstooth boat neck shirt, the highlight of her collection. Nicole Bridger's line NBD featured garments using only sustainable fabrics, with attention drawn to her knitwear, vests, t-shirts and a stunning pink and black polka dot skirt. Vancouver-based textile artist Gretchen Elsner had the models walk the runway barefoot as they revealed her collection of one-off garments made of materials like burlap and construction fencing. Each piece had hint of Native American and Asian influence. Coquette Couture's newest garments emphasized the use of shiny satin fabrics and a fushia color pallet, including their signature bubble dress. Mary Helen Creation's collection can be described as wearable art inspired by nature, with intricate feather and bead detail.

One piece from each of the designer's collections was auctioned off and all proceeds were donated to CDI.

The student-run organization, founded by UBC graduate Joshua Cox, strives to promote social justice and gender equality, as well as to provide technology, education and financial assistance to developing countries with a present focus on South America. By building partnerships within the community, their goal is to provide today's youth with opportunities to design and implement environmentally sustainable development projects in these countries making a significant difference in the developing parts of this world we live in.

Current projects include aiding a community center in a slum outside of Buenos Aires, which is now receiving efficient energy through the use of solar panels as well as books, food and clothing thanks to the profits and donations made. CDI is weaving together the threads of life into a gorgeous tapestry that these people are capable of living. With and each thread of support, love and dedication that is offered, this possibility will become reality.

Mahatma Gandhi once said, "You must be the change you wish to see in the world," and members and supporters of this organization are doing just that.

Check them out at: http://www.creativedevelopmentinitiatives.com/

blast from the past

2008-05-25T15:42:00.000-07:00

Is it weird to miss school a mere month after it has ended?

true colors

2008-05-20T14:11:00.000-07:00

A few weeks ago the same stuffiness I fled from when it began to clog up my throat in Red Deer arrived in my new little home for a brief 'helloo'. So, when my mama called Friday morning and began describing her surroundings, palm trees, 35 degree weather, a too big suite and some of my favorite childhood memories, it only took me a few seconds to start looking for flights. I found one that flew out of Seattle and headed for the airport a few hours later. A few calls to some cali pals led to some pretty enticing hollywood adventure offers, but I realized that what I really needed was a taste of innocence. LA was not the scene for me, so I got in a car and headed to my final destination. The happiest place on earth.

As perfect as the weekend getaway was, it was the drive to the airport that really cleared out my head. If the same drama that I despised RD so much for had found me here, maybe it wasn't all of the deers fault. Maybe I have some changes to make as well. Well, not maybe.. I definitely do. As soon as comfort set in, falling into old habits became all too easy. I spent the next two-hours thinking about how lucky I am to have some of the most amazing people in my life, and how I hope they will never fall out of it. Ironically on this trip, another person who I had placed a little too much faith in proved me wrong. You can tell a lot about a person by how they react to conflict. As worsts and bests emerge, the foundations of relationships are tested. Thankfully I have grown up enough to realize that people will constantly be moving in and out of my life, and only some are worth the fight. The people who have begun to upset more than delight me are going to have to be left behind. But once you find someone who is worth it, never let them go. And I won't.

I landed and made it across the border just in time to be three hours late for a meeting with my new landlord. Despite the confusion in getting there, I finally signed my lease! It's everything I wanted, and more. Afterwards I went for sushi with two of my hometown friends (one a current NY transplant, the other a whis refugee). Running away is fun, but sometimes a bit of home is all I need to stay sane.

kate nash.

2008-05-08T11:18:00.001-07:00

Tell me what did I do wrong. To make you stay away so long. x.

(ir)rational

2008-05-07T12:59:00.000-07:00

My annoyingly indecisive nature has suffocated me lately. This time, in reference to my ongoing/frequently halted apartment hunt. Logically my current apartment is pretty prime. I have always resented logic.

Great building, decent gym, friendly neighbours, big balcony overlooking the school. Oh, and every time I glance out my windows I can't help but picturing my girlies and I lounging around the pool, sangria in hand of course. And then there is the ridiculous size. Is all of the extra space a pro or con? I know it's kind of unusual, but to me it's a negative. I think I have set foot in the spare bedroom a total of four times in the past eight months that I have lived here. And the second bathroom just doubles the amount of toilets that I (and by 'I', we all know I'm referring to my darling 'Molly Maid') have to clean.

Yea yea, I sound like a spoiled little brat.. but for some reason I have always despised this place. I don't know what it is. Possibly the way I was rushed into accepting it, the fact that everyone around me was singing it's praises to such degrees that I just shrugged and hoped I would grow to love it as much.

What is it about practicality that tarnishes even the most perfect of situations?

find the time.

2008-05-04T23:58:00.000-07:00

We make lists, we make plans,
to write books, to form bands,
Or move to Kreuzberg and escape into the night
So pack your bags, let's take control
you and me, let's go the next time you're lonely
or the next time that you're free

So why, so why, so why
If we can make the plans, can we just not find the time

Don't get me wrong
I know it's hard and the good things never last
Yet there's no point waiting for the miracle to save your life
If you took the time to find what's real amongst the
baggage that you feel is holding you back
the demons cast aside

So why, so why, so why
If we can make the plans, can we just not find the time

The safe way is not the way to live your life
Your mind is beautiful, don't let the daydreams die

So why, so why, so why
If we can make the plans, can we just not find the time

- getcape. wearcape. fly.

tuning in

2008-05-04T15:00:00.000-07:00

Thursday was an evening full of best friends, well one was missing, our little Jay was tired out from a day at the park I wasn't able to partake in. Apparently, according to my massage therapist, the power washing I did the day before wasn't one of my smartest ideas, and had ruined a month's worth of therapy. Oops. At least we got some funny photos out of it - see post: a day in the park.) El Furniture was the Venue of choice for Thursday night. My long lost friend Petey returned from the island life and we enjoyed a bottle of Black Tower wine before running off the catch the 601 into the city.

Rae: Did you have the rest of the wine?
Petey: No I'm too full of wine.
Rae: Did you finish the rest of the wine yet? (five min later)
Petey: I pugged it.

Well okay, by enjoyed I mean "pugged it" in approximately ten minutes alongside my chicken caesar wrap. Laur met us on the bus for the ride down and we joined Marika and Chels for a pitcher or two and a shit load of peanuts. Weird, beer has really been growing on me... I like it. So have peanuts, I think we were all unable to move after a night full of pitchers and peanuts. After a few, the ladies went home on their merry ways to wake up for early morning's of work but Petey and I weren't ready to go home... A short trip to the usual venue, Cellar, and one more drink and dance then out for a slice of pizza to finish off the night. Then after a bus ride home reminiscing on old times... we were ready to go home - Within five minutes of entering my front door, I was fast asleep.

i love peanuts. i love beer. i love drinking anywhere. la la la. laur stop hiding from the camera silly girl. x.

Friday night was a night and a half, but I stayed in. Somehow a lazy night after a long day at work turned into one of the least sober nights of my year. Starting with a smorgasbord cooked by my dad (no not the rat's smorgasbord Templeton showed us last week - see post: oh rats.) of garlic prawns, Fillet Mignon, potato skins and ending with red wine. A lot of red wine. Seven bottles to be exact, split between my mom, dad, Debbie and I. Little love and the purple perv came over to watch Rocky Balboa, but despite all the Yo, Adrian we did it's, fights and Stallone's Italian charm... we were all sound asleep 15 min into the movie, me the only one with a legitimate excuse.

got vino?

Last night I went to the LaSalle Design College's grad show, cleverly titled Fashion IV, featuring this years four fabulous grad students. The elegant Renaissance Hotel in downtown Vancouver was perfectly chosen as the venue. Their goal was to raise as much as they could for the British Columbia Cancer Foundation and finish of their program with a spectacular show, and they did just that. With a breathtaking ocean view, live music by UTS - students, family, friends and media gathered to watch these young ladies showcase their masterpieces. Monica Rodriguez, native of Mexico City, showcased her line, Fashion in Love, inspired by the feeling of love with all of her garments in black and chrome. Her menswear was the highlight of the show, featuring fashionable street ware with plaid and button details. The hand prints really stood out. With hand stitched, careful detail, her line is most definitely ready to launch. Darlyn Brenes, a young woman of Costa Rican heritage, proudly presented her posh line, Maritza, with a sense of glamour yet still kept it classic and simple. A lot of lace knit and detail. Her high-waisted black skirt, waist length coat lined with white satin, and hot pink sweat fleece jumper dress were the highlights of her line. Vianney Cabrera, also a native of Mexico City, was by far the highlight of her show but not so much because of her designs or garments, she had three little girls, about five years old, strutting their stuff down the runway. Her garments were also nothing short if amazing, with ruffle detail and many high waisted pieces - my favourite! Kaylyn Mackenzie, the one and only Canadian young designer in the show had a few strong points. Yet the careless sewing of the garments, and poor fabric choices took away from what could have been the best of the show. I may be biased though - I'm not a fan a red, especially not with navy and that's what all her garments featured. Although, one of her dresses had amazing back detail, with sheer grey fabric draped over the back, and pinched in the middle creating a unique look I've never seen before, and another red (I'll make an exception for this one) with hand pleated fabric, was my favourite garment of the show, regardless of the sewing etc. All in all the show was fantastic and the girls finished off their year with a standing ovation.

Oh yeah, and yesterday some bitch also back handed an extra hot americano misto at me, that was too hot. Go figure? Really, I can't wait to start writing my book.

"Cause I'm listening. yeah-I'm tuning in. cause what you say is really interesting.
Cause I'm tuning in. yeah-I'm zooming in. cause when you talk i really do listen."
- hadouken!

Yours Truly.
Rae-Rae. x.

another day at the park.

2008-05-01T10:52:00.000-07:00

wild rose country

2008-04-28T22:24:00.000-07:00

Back home I was never able to spend study breaks playing in the sand at the beach. And falling asleep to the most beautifully painted sunset mountain scenery wasn't really an option either. I couldn't literally roll out of bed into classes, and I would usually have to take a little extra time preparing my wasabi-soy sauce to allow my sashimi to thaw thoroughly. But, with all that said, today I wished more than anything to be home again. You see, my lovely little hometown may not have the ocean, it may not have any mountains, and it definitely doesn't have any decent sushi. But another thing that the blushing bambi is void of is RATS.

Yay for Alberta.

oh rats.

2008-04-28T16:37:00.000-07:00

Today started off shitty. Yes, pun somewhat intended. All geared up and ready to go paint Splashdown Waterpark in our raincoats and sweatpants, my lovely summer job of four years and Jay's first Vancouver job! How exciting, so we thought. Upon our arrival we were met with an unexpected surprise. No, not one of those lovely surprises you get like when you open an an exciting gift on Christmas morning or your boyfriend unexpectedly turning up out of no where with flowers. Nope, not even close. We weren't painting anything at all. Instead, we were greeted with the goodies store infested with about 256,716 pieces of rat shit, ice cream from last summer that nobody decided to take home, nerds, gobstoppers and whatever else was left behind on the last day of the season, mold, rust, dust... you name it and it was there and rotten. Rats had broken had a heyday. The little bastards even worked their way into the bullets of espresso beans. No wonder there was so much shit scattered everywhere I bet every little Templeton in there was bouncing off the walls with all that sugar and caffeine. A true rat's smorgasbord. I was literally picturing this for most of the day, well at the points where we weren't turning the place into a disco rat infested dance party or screaming at something else.

"Moldy goodies everywhereee..." At first we were ready to walk out on the first day of our job... but as soon as Mark and Rich, the maintenance boys, brought us a radio the dance party began and we gutted the place from top to bottom. By the end of the day we'd cleaned out the entire frozen ice cream freezer filled with ice cream, waffle cones and yes... rat shit, sanitized every spoon dish and container, swept, mopped and bleached all the floors. Needless to say, I vow to never set foot in goodies again for the rest of my life as I know it. Well... until one steamy July day I'm absolutely desperate. Those pralines, I'm not so sure are the usual sort you're thinking of.

Rae: "Jay.. you have rat shit on your face"
Jay: "Oh..." with a 'no big deal' look on her face and she gently goes to wipe it off her face.

Lucky for Jay it was only a joke, but really was that a proper reaction to what any normal girl would do at my comment? Clearly we're far from normal, today proves that.
Oh... and apparently rat crap is toxic, according to my mother, who informed me of this after I had just breathed in dirty poisonous rat fumes from nine till three. Regardless, we did it. A bloody good job of it too. Harold... you owe us big time, and by big time I don't mean rewards of expired ice cream, candy... or shit. When I received a nice little phone call about some, "Fun preseason work, you know painting in the sun, getting a tan," this was what I least expected. I'm a lifeguard... I'm really just meant to stand there and look pretty. Well, and save lives, but most definitely not meant to be doing what I did today. Catch us saving lives, and eating ice cream all summer long at Splash Down... Opening Soon!

ps. Um... what the hell is going on outside is this a tropical rainforest? I really honestly don't think I've ever seen Vancouver rain so hard. Hmm... looks like it's back to the rats again tomorrow...

pps. I also thought of this today which I dedicate to my dear friend, and original rat, Miss Billinkoff.

"Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mm I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mm going to try with a little help from my friends."
-The Beatles.

Rae. x.

friends on.

2008-04-24T13:34:00.000-07:00

So the crashing of my hard drive pretty much threw me into the world of nothingness for a while, leaving the pages of rae&jay at a stand still. The fact that I lost everything I'd worked on all year and found out I wasn't getting it back a week before it was all due was a tad discouraging, but nevertheless we're back in action! Mac assholes. Oh, but I was given the option of paying $2600 to retrieve my data. Wicked, that really made it that much more accessible. Somehow I managed to get everything in by the end of the semester some teachers a little more understanding than others... This is how one chunk of 13 hrs work turned out: htt p://wpj.ca/2008/04/15/adoption-story/

photo credit: Alicia-Rae Light

This is my way of telling the story of the most beautiful family I've ever met. Bob and Ursela together with their gorgeous adopted girls, Alexandra and Katie Hart tell the story of how the miracle of adoption was brought into their lives, and changed in ways that they never before imagined.

Anyhow, my week from Thursday thru Saturday was spent at Vancouver Fashion Week, watching gorgeous girls and guys show off the amazing creations of local designers on the runway, drinking too much Pinot Grigio and mingling with Vancouver's most fashion forward stylists, photographers, writers, models and producers. Nery and C-Rae, you brightened up my weekend. Thursday Ginger62, Friday Canvas Lounge, the partying was non-stop. My favourite of the entire weekend was LikeSunday by recent Kwantlen grad, Justina Anzulovich, who took bright neon details and colours paired them with darker cool colours and big gold buttons! Very cool.

As for last night, when I woke up in the comfort of Jay's apartment this morning I had to pick out the parts that had been a dream and the parts that actually happened. Do you ever wake up and wonder, "Did I actually do that?" Funny... I had a recent discussion about something along those lines. Anyhow, after another discussion of sorts... turns out none of it was a dream. We really played drag queen bingo at Majestic, the gay club on Davie last night, met a transvestite that was a hot guy a surprisingly attractive girl and almost got dragged into a drag queen show at the Odyssey. They wouldn't let the birthday boy in the back door because he had girls with him? Does that really happen? Girls don't always get in first. Happy Birthday Nery Boy x. So what's it like to kiss a gay boy... Wicked. Even better when you didn't know they were. Super wicked. Thankfully our prince charming turned up on his rickshaw and gave us a free ride to the usual venue for some guaranteed fun and games. "Vitamin C" is my new shot of choice... or as the Alaskan wedding party of boys we met called it "Sunkist." We played with our DJ, and best of all the best bartender of all time arrived on the scene. Note to self... K&A need to bring back crazy Wednesdays. So, Jay and I danced until our little feet could handle no more... or at least until mine were about to blister off. $20 shoes really gave me my money's worth last night. I'm definitely paying for it today. What a Wednesday. I still feel slightly in the twilight zone...

ps. I'm still craving that falafel.

All my love love love...
rae x.

mute.

2008-04-22T21:03:00.000-07:00

I think that the combination of final projects and Vancouver Fashion Week has used up all of the spare words Rae and I had kicking around our brains. Maybe a bad one, but it's the only explanation I can offer in place of our recent negligence. And even though we haven't been painting pretty pictures for your imaginations to play with, life has continued to be just as manic and magical as the usual. Trust is essential, kids.

troutt,

2008-04-12T09:01:00.000-07:00

it doesn't matter that i haven't known you forever, what matters is you've had me smiling since day one. happy birthday!

2008-04-08T18:44:00.000-07:00

This morning the numbers from the Metro Regional Homeless Count were released, estimating the population of homeless people in the Greater Vancouver Area is now at 2,592. A 135% increase from the 2005 count.

Monte Paulsen, Tyee reporter and one of the roughly 600 volunteers who participated in the count, has written that his experience suggests that whatever number is reported is “likely to fall well short of the actual number of homeless living in Vancouver.” Even the Metro Vancouver Regional Homeless Count website admits that ,“All counts of people who are homeless are by their nature conservative estimates of the true extent of the problem.”

So pretty much, the numbers are far greater than reported... and after my adventures wandering the downtown east side yesterday, I'm not even surprised.

It'll be interesting to see how the mayor will find steady housing for around 1,300 people in two years. I mean in his January '07 State of the City Address, he did promise to cut the homeless rate in half by 2010.. and regardless of if it's for the right reasons or not, I hope he succeeds.

aspire.

2008-04-06T20:31:00.000-07:00

I want to create something this amazing one day.

i love this city.

2008-04-03T17:21:00.001-07:00

I blame the tequila.

2008-03-31T00:58:00.000-07:00

A grey day on Thursday may have be a bit of an understatement. There was a black cloud following us around. I truly did loose a piece of my heart with my silly little macbook that day. It felt like a lifetime of work shattered right before my eyes. Every photograph and memory from summer, every photograph for my portfolio, all my articles and all my everything... just gone? After one of my most sleepless nights to date?Just like that, No. How can our lives be so dependant on technology? And if they are how come its not more reliable? Sometimes we're so naive. Thank God for my little Jay... taking one for the team and rescued me and my macca and took us to simply computing... the so-called mac experts of the city. He better be in good hands. r.i.p. macca. Sushi is always the way to Jay's heart. Or my smile.

Thursday evening on the upside - turned out to be one of the greatest nights of the 'ship. Starting with flirtinis and cute dresses at the Washington Avenue Grille on the beach and ending with a shot of Jager bras and pairs of basketball shorts in his hot tub; classy as per usual from start to finish. I miss that place so much. And those friends. It's silly to think how little people can change after years... and also silly to have so blatantly overlooked someone right before your eyes. Or well... at least convinced yourself it was overlooked. Sometimes I misjudge my sister's thoughts. Thailand here you come?

After waking up in a room surrounded by snow, it was mutually understood that class wasn't on the cards for today. Movie date with my couch - that turned into my living room being taken over by two blondes, two blankets and a few zzz's we were all charged up for the evening.

k and a reunited with room full of dresses, Nar's and two hair straighteners all at once. Nothing's ever short of excitement with us around. And well... apparently I'm allergic to ridiculously expensive tequila because upon k and a's arrival at Lo and Frankie's birthday celebration I decided it would be a great idea to accept bchong's offer of the poison. Now I'm not one with a sensitive stomach for the norm... but totally sober and a shot of tequila always makes me hurl. That nite it didn't... but three mango coolers, an unexpectedly expected photoshoot later I was on the bus and I'd become la tomatina... or at least looked like I'd just ran through the streets of Valencia during their annual tomato throwing festival - I'd never seen such a red face. A few dance competitions, visits from old friends and new friends, and drama from ladner's favourite culprit instigated once again, left the night to be a bit of a blur... robby boy I do owe you one big time. Needless to say... I commend all of you for being my friend over the past two weeks. Especially Friday. I blame the tequila.

Saturday - pizza. pizza. best friends. movie. movie. best friend. August Rush and Becoming Jane - both definate must sees.

So this afternoon there I was left cellphone-less (credit that to friday night), macca-less (thursday night), and dignity-less (my entire weekend) and ready to give up on everything. Thought to my self that I really needed to sort my life out and did just that. Steamed some milk, and made hot chocolate, all the while deciding that I wished it were summer and it was time for a campfire. One phone call and Jay was on her way blankets in hand. Rounded up the usual Ladner local male suspects for a night at goosebay. How should we feel about burning newspapers, I'm still deciding - But it did make for a nice cozy evening! My feet are still numb and my hair smells like a weekend of camping.

All in all, I'd of rather been the one getting the lessons from one of you rather
than being the one teaching the lessons, but such is life and we all learnt a
little lesson or two this weekend im sure.

Oh dear i have to catch a ferry in 4 hours. Goodnite.

Rae. x.

eve's apple.

2008-03-27T19:37:00.000-07:00

This morning we had a very Sex In the City moment.

Cringing, all we could do was witness the little apple on the start-up screen of Rae's MacBook morph. First into an x'd out circle, then a quizzical folder. After a few encouraging words from Mark, we decided to pack it downtown to Simply Computing to see if they could salvage it.

The situation is ongoing, but it is not looking good.

I think a piece of Rae's heart broke today along with that little white Mac.. but I'll let her elaborate on the loss.

Kind of an ironic example of what I wrote a few days ago, though. We are all, myself included, way too dependent on our technology. But how can we stop the cycle? Use different technology to back up the technology that we are trying to protect? External hard-drives, flash cards, memory sticks; in the end, with one little glitch they could all steal our digitally formatted lives. Tiny squares of color combined into mosaics of favorite memories. Letters combined to form words, and words combined to form thoughts. Thoughts, that sometimes, come from the deepest places, and might never be thought again.

Okay, kind of a gray day for these little girls. We're off to White Rock beach for the evening to drink and and dance our worries away... sand beneath my toes always makes it feel like a semi-charmed kinda life.

ban caffeine.

2008-03-26T14:43:00.000-07:00

Oops i forgot to post this on Wednesday...

Today is second day of my new and improved caffeine-free lifestyle. I've decided to never drink caffeine again after the other night. Well that might be a slight over exaggeration... but a cut back is definitely necessary. Although the peach green teas we drank in the cutest of all places, the loft in Benny's Bagels on 2505 W Broadway, were amazing... three cups by 1 a.m. definitely didn't do me a world of good. I woke up every hour, on the hour with my heart racing a million miles a minute. Could have been some other outside causes, but I blame the caffeine. I think I am officially allergic to it. Wicked... I definitely work at the right place for that! On the upside, Benny's is my new favourite study spot - although or study sesh quickly turned into pints and a foot-long chocolate cake.

After much deliberation, my last shift at Aritzia ended quite nicely and included me walking out with my brand new Mackage trench on for the final farewell.

Oh yeah... We've sort of skipped over St. Pattys day... but neither of us have much recollection of it other than I took violin/fiddle lessons, jessica had a homeless man decicate a song to her. The night was full of kisses of all kinds. We're excited for an evening on Whiterock beach tomorrow..

blue moose.

2008-03-24T23:44:00.000-07:00

Being that I have about 4 articles due tomorrow, it only makes sense that I am writing a blog.

Amanda visited on Thursday. It was good to see her (and Erin), and it was a nice little teaser for my Easter trip home.

Some phone issues actually made my visit a bit more stressful than necessary... obviously I would text/call everyone I love and let them know that I'm around, but apparently Bell likes to cause havoc. It reminded me of a text I sent Jared way back in high school, which before I pressed send was the sweetest message a grade 10 girl with a 150 character limit could conjure. The next day he showed me something that resembled, "Sorry I am not prettier, smarter and better like you need me to be." Uhh... what?! Good thing he knew me better than our stupid cell phones, and realized that was definitely not in character!

If any person had betrayed me as much as my stupid cellular has in the past four years, I severely doubt they would even be a part of my life anymore. It's pretty gross how dependent I have become on my little gadgets.

Saturday I was Ky's date for Riley and Susan's wedding. Susan was honestly the most beautiful bride I have ever seen, and she wasn't even in her full glory. I can't wait to see pictures from their Dominican ceremony.

Okay, schoolwork time. I'm wasting all of my words.

because we believe.

2008-03-16T23:26:00.000-07:00

yeah yeah. okay okay - sums up the most random/fabulous weekend.

So the Fabulous Life fashion show. As usual we turned up without a moment to spare, scrambling at the last moments to put ourselves together and somehow pulling it off once again, this time only to be faced with a 1000 people lined in front of us. Wicked. After waiting 1/2 an hour we realized we didn't even have to wait in the line... snuck up to the media corner and actually got some amazing shots of the ladies. Kensie and Vera Moda took over the runway... Finally Vancouver has got some style coming its way - We're stoked.

After getting our fashion fix, Hollywood banner photos and filling our tummies with spanikopita, we headed off for the most... lets just say 'eventful' change room sesh of a lifetime. We filled the room with clothes off the racks that came from back stage and put on a fashion show of sorts for ourselves. I've come to the conclusion that the Bay is the best place to shop. ever. We all left happy :)

After celebrating Arlen's birthday with the ladies at Kingston Tap House & Grille...

one text led us from the city back to end the night off at the one and only Landing. Picked up a few locals (haha.) and headed off to the dock, filled with with popcorn, one bite brownie hot chocolates, ghost stories, blankets and time exposures. It's amazing how much you don't know about people you've known for a lifetime.

Saturday morning... well afternoon we planned a day of studying at Calhoun's... our favourite cafe on West Broadway. Successful, not so much. After getting totally and completely lost we spent the afternoon on Skype planning a trip to a far off place in the UBC sub. Good thing we left early, because we had a photo assignment to the BC boys basketball AAA Championships and my high school made it to the championship game! Once again arriving fashionably late, we got media passes to get right down on the floor for some court side action! Quite intense, with some tough calls from a questionable ref, the boys lost a hard game. My heart actually felt like it was breaking into a million pieces watching those boys in tears and not get what they had worked so hard for. I can't imagine what they felt like. But at the same time they got as far as they did and that's what counts. Ten seconds into the game I had my number 13 WRCA shirt on, cheering for them, forgetting I was actually there to take photos for an assignment! Ah dear. Got to love them.

busy bzzz.

2008-03-16T13:18:00.000-07:00

This weekend was a weekend of my favorite things.

After a ridiculously long line, that we later found out we didn't even have to wait in, we somehow scammed front-row spots at the insanely busy Fabulous Life show. Although the show followed a Hollywood theme, the clothes were very St. Tropez- bright, flowing and sheer. For hair, Mathew Williamson's Spring '05 love affair with quirky, unusually placed braids made it's comeback. Afterwards we all invested in a few key pieces, made bestest friends with a ticket scalper on Granville and went to the Kingston Taphouse.

The night ended on Speed's dock with blankets, hot chocolates and some good friends.

Saturday Rae and I somehow ended up at UBC, and somehow managed to get zero work accomplished. After munching our jalapeño Bernoulli's bagels, we spent over an hour on Skype with Ben amidst quizzical looks from fellow students, who actually turn up on campus on the weekend to do work. Weird.

We decided to leave about an hour early to try and find the PNE, good thing because we got there just in time for the final BC Boys Basketball Provincial game. WRCA lost to Yale, 76-62, in an intense game with some questionable reffing. I saw myself sitting on the court, snapping pretty pictures on some Sportsnet highlights. It was kinda neat.

Tonight we will be hunting for St. Patty's outfits. I'm thinking something green...

classy.

2008-03-14T10:59:00.000-07:00

So today's meant to be the day of rae&jay's first video post and instead I'm lying in my bed dying of the lovely flu that's going around, not in photojournalism. Sorry Jean.

But I'll put all that behind me and eat two more packs of halls, because tonite is the Fabulous Life fashion show featuring Vera Moda and Kensi girl, complete with a red carpet, paparazzi and swag bags... oh dear. Hopefully this nose of mine stops running like a faucet for 3.5 hours and I make it through with out slipping on my own snot on the red carpet. Actually that would be kinda memorable... and classy as per usual of me.

much love.
rae. x.

ps. bring me hot chocolate and chicken noodle soup. x.

ex-dancer.

2008-03-14T00:45:00.000-07:00

So I skipped political reporting today... to go get stitches. Well, I had to miss class because I was bleeding all over the caf. The caf is where I stubbed my toe. Oh, and the doctor used medical glue, not a needle and thread.

I am like the antithesis of hardcore.

2008-03-13T23:52:00.001-07:00

rae and jay are out to play. vancouver's fashionista journalistas.