Author Archives: Charlene Precious

Meeting a darling friend for a Starbucks date this evening. It shall be lovely as always.

Photo below has the worst caption of life and I’m sorry. Rihanna annoys me, so don’t ask me why I quoted her annoying song. It was the first thing that came to my mind – I think we’re all subliminally possessed by her annoying songs. They’re so annoying, they linger in our subconscious and creep their way into our photos. Just sayin’.

I came home to an envelope with my name and address handwritten on it. And the fact that there was an actual postage stamp, gave it the genuine feel of a real letter and made me excited to open it. But then of course, you catch the company name on the return address shortly after and then your heart sinks with disappointment upon discovering that it’s not a real letter.

Despite the poorly printed black and white letter on a piece of flimsy 20 lb. bond paper (plus, notice the photocopy burns on the left edge of the paper), everything else was superb.

(1) As I said, my name and address were handwritten on the envelope and the envelope had a postage stamp. For a few seconds, it looked like a real letter and I couldn’t wait to open it. Your typical direct mail has a Canada Post postal indicia and that immediately tells you that it’s marketing.

(2) The letter’s salutation was personalized to me.

(3) The “WE WANT YOU BACK” made me feel good. Lame but true.

(4) The strong call-to-action with the $25/month offer that is apparently “available only to you as a valued ex-member” made me think twice about renewing my membership.

Honestly, this worked really well on me and I would be on the phone with them right now if I wasn’t so sure that my renewed membership would head straight for the garbage can to be united with all my other wasted gym memberships. I have discipline in all things but the gym, so no dice for now, Premier Fitness! Good job, though. But maybe print the letter a little nicer and a little less ghetto next time.

I made a mistake at work today and almost died of a heart attack (I die of many heart attacks). You know that initial feeling of horror that takes over your entire being just two seconds after you realize that you’ve done something wrong? Like when your hands turn into ice and your blood rushes to your head and your body and mind becomes paralyzed and your jaw is hung down to your chest? That could go down as one of the worst feelings to ever exist. And then you’re thinking, thinking, thinking as fast as you can: How do I fix this??? What the heck am I going to do??? But you’re not really thinking clearly because all that is on your mind is that very mistake that you’ve just made and how at that point, the best thing to do is just go out on the streets, jump in front of traffic, and scream FML at the top of your lungs. Dramatic, I know. Dramatic but truthful.

Anyway, mistakes happen and I sincerely felt terrible. Let’s move on.

I picked up my business cards (designed by meee) and they are so cute. They turned out fantastic, so kudos to The Printing Team for hitting every spec. Not sure if I was a fish caught in a price hike snare though, so for my next batch, I will scout for other quotes. It’ll be easier to get accurate quotes because I’ll have a real printed sample to show – the first round is always a risk but I am all smiles as far as results.

I was supposed to capture family love at Unionville today but rescheduled the shoot for next Sunday because we wanted perfect weather. Good call. Is it just me or are Sundays rainy days? Actually, the sun is out as I am typing this and I am trying my hardest to ignore it. I’m not playing hide and seek with you, mister.

Horror movie marathon tonight. Paranormal Activity 2 and something else. Happy Halloween!

In grade seven and eight, my email address was little_miss_pinksta@hotmail.com. Not pinkSTER, but pinkSTA.

I ran out of Cherry Chapstick.
I ran out of face cream.
I ran out of Kleenex.
I ran out of Triscuits.
I ran out of Spicy Thai Chili flavoured canned Tuna.
I ran out of Vegetable Thins.
I want pink Gerbera daisies to put on my desk at work.

Killed two birds with one stone here. Drafted tonight’s to-buy list at Walmart AND posted an entry. Make it a good Friday night, everyone.

I haven’t done Wall-E in ages. I’m not much of a reader, except for maybe the Twilight Saga, but books make one of the best photo props, especially old ones with yellowing pages. The red Poems and Rhymes book has all the poems and rhymes in the whole entire world. I flipped through it and wanted to be six years old again. Pat-a-cake, Pat-a-cake, Baker’s man? Completely awesome. I also found a spider in between the pages.

You’ve coloured my world and the truth is that I would not be me if I hadn’t met you. You are easily one of my most valuable investments. You were more than just a toy, more than just a gadget, more than just technology, more than just Canon’s brilliant creation. Everything more. This camera has changed my life forever and it is with bittersweet emotions that I pass her along to the hands of a new photographer who is about to discover all the treasures in the magical world of photography. $400 later, she is gone.

I tested out my new Canon EOS 7D at the Raptors home opener tonight and I am sickened by how GOOD it is. Absolutely sickened! Cheers to the next chapter of A PHOTO A DAY and a fresh journey with a significantly more powerful camera.

I had a terrible night discovering that my new Canon 7D needed a CF card, not your regular SD card. When you’ve been excited all day to play with your new camera and you discover something like this that stops you from being able to play with it… it really sucks. It gets worse. I drove to Walmart at 10:00pm to find a CF card and they didn’t have any. So I drove to Shoppers Drug Mart and of course, they also didn’t have any. Basically, I didn’t get to play with my new camera tonight. Now I have to go to Staples on my lunch tomorrow to pick up a CF card, so I have a camera to use at the Raptors home opener. My Rebel XSI has been sold. Good night.