Author Archives: Charlene Precious

There is beauty in everything. Even on a lonely street in a dark, cold, and slushy winter night.

I am so excited.
Plenty of qualified fishes finally caught in the net.
Do you have any idea how long it took to get here?
This is how deprived our city is of good, husband-qualified men.
It’s like finding a pin in a haystack.
My single lady deserves THE BEST.
If you’re still a boy, no thank you.
If you’re an idiot, no thank you.
If you’re a fling, no thank you.
If you’re a slut, no thank you.
If you have nothing going for you, no thank you.
This is my single lady and she is a premium upgrade from your ex-girlfriends.

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Photo below is out of place, I know. It’s my old piano metronome. My mom was right. When I insisted on quitting my piano lessons in 6th Grade, she told me I would regret it when I’m older. Of course I quit anyway. And now I’m older and I regret it. They are right 99% of the time, so don’t get ahead of yourself.

Check out these stunning photographs from the London Tuition Fee protest. Dangerous riots but completely awesome; wish I could be there to capture a few snapshots of danger from a distance. Could we arrange to have one of these in Toronto for our Master’s programs? Education is stupid expensive. If you want to go to school, then you should be able to. It shouldn’t be a matter of money. I have my heart set on getting my MBA, and if it wasn’t for affordability, I would be in class already. For crying out loud, the two-year MBA program at the Rotman School of Management (UofT) costs $74,936. That’s a rock solid down payment for a house. And that’s without your books, supplies, commute, etc. With all of that included, make the total $100,000. Between a Master’s degree, a good lifelong car, a house, traveling, and a wedding at some point, I either need to win the lottery or save my @ss off and never spend another dime. And no, I can’t prioritize because these are all equally important and have identical timelines. To drown in debt is not an option. Sorry to be a realist.

My shoot today was postponed because it decided to rain all day. Sundays like to rain… and that’s probably why Maroon 5 wrote that song Sunday Morning (rain is falling).

Brainstorming for three upcoming photoshoots – one tomorrow and two next weekend. I’m stoked!

I also booked vacation time – I’m off next Friday all the way to Tuesday, then back to work on Wednesday. The plan was to fly to Los Angeles for a getaway, but that fell off the budget wagon when I got suckered into a series of bigger purchases in November. Between NKOTBSB and Boyz II Men concert tickets, my new 7D that cost an arm and a leg, my new winter parka, my iPhone, my hair revamp appointment, and Christmas presents, I can’t justify a trip. I want it all but I can’t have it all, so I’m making peace with the waiting game.

I won first place and got me a new super cute point and shoot camera – the Powershot SD1400. Remember this photo??? That’s the one! Thank you, Canon!

I’m not caught up with point and shoot technology, but this one has a whole new set of superfantastic features that my old Powershot didn’t have! First of all, it has a fisheye setting. That is way cool. Considering I sold my fisheye lens and now have a point and shoot replacement to achieve the fisheye effect, it’s a pretty done deal. I am retiring my old Powershot SD1000 (which by the way, is one of the best pieces of technology I’ve ever bought), to my little sister. That camera goes way back throwback to my virgin photographer days. Here you go, little sis!

Anyway, happy Friday! :)

The Distillery District was done up BEAUTIFULLY last night except that it was really way too cold to fully enjoy all the goodness at the Christmas Market. My fingers fell off every five minutes of exposure to the cold. It got to the point where I couldn’t even feel my finger press the button on my camera; I could only tell that a photo had been taken when I heard the shutter click. And then excruciating pain would follow shortly after. I need a good pair of gloves that fight the cold but don’t interfere with the mobility of my fingers.

This is SCROOGE and I met him last night. If you know me, you’d also know that I don’t know some of the most common knowledge in this world… like Scrooge. My boyfriend had to tell me the story of Scrooge from Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol for the first time last night. :)