Yesterday was Pris’s birthday shindig and it was positively one of the best nights I’ve had thus far.

We (about 18 of us) started the night by eating at Elephant Bar. I was sitting in the middle so I got to interact with both sides of the table. One side kept on talking about how incredible “Slumdog Millionaire” was so, of course, they left me no choice but to butt in and say, “Dude, I’m so with you on that. Remember the part where little Jamal raised his arm in the air with the photo of that one Indian actor, screaming at the top of his lungs and he’s like, covered in shit? That was awesome.”

The other side of the table was telling jokes at one point. I’ve been told that I can do a very convincing accent of an annoying Chinese man, so I did say a couple of things to them, in that particular accent, and they got a kick out of it. It reconfirmed that I do, in fact, possess a magnificent gift of impersonating a stereotypical Chinese man.

My friend, Jason, and I shared a large plate of fried shrimps together. The food was good. Not bad, not amazing, but good. As for our waitress, shit, talk about having a stick up her ass. She didn’t like us! It was odd because none of us were being anal or impolite to her. When we asked her for something, her facial expression would change from slightly grumpy to extremely petulant. When I asked for a to-go box she would come back 15 minutes later with nothing in her hands!

Perhaps it is the burden of catering to a large group of 18, but still, she should have at least put on a fake smile or something and not emit her bitchassness towards us.

To make up for her dreadful service and lack of civility, we got her to take some photos of us. Here’s one of them:

I’d say that’s a damn good photo. Thank you waitress, you just might be able to redeem yourself…now give me a gawddman to-go box so I can eat my shrimp leftovers for lunch tomorrow!

After dinner we headed towards the Embassy Suites for the hotel party. Since we weren’t able to hook up the Wii to their TV, we decided to play some drinking games. The first was King’s Cup. I’ve played that a few times before, and this one, in particular, was the most entertaining, the most hysterical King’s Cup I had ever played…ever. I wish I can explain what had happen in detail, but it wouldn’t be that funny on paper, it’s more like, ya had to be there type of stuff. But what I will say is that there has never ever been a time where I didn’t pick the 4th King. Never, and that kind of blows for me.

I recorded a great video of Pris getting sprayed by silly strings at the hotel, and also edited it to make it more entertaining. But I’ve been trying to upload it on Youtube for the last several times, and it doesn’t seem to be uploading it. Bleh! What a bitch. I will post the video once I find a solution. For now, enjoy the “teaser stills”.

Update 1-19-09: The video! Hip hip hooray!

Look, I don’t think this is asking much, but I wish the restroom stalls at my gym and school had hooks so that I can hang my shit up. Like, at the gym, every time I’m doing my business in the ladies room, I have to lay my gym bag on my lap, but sometimes it tips over and lands on the floor. And for some reasons, that grosses me the fuck out.

What’s even more horrifying is seeing people’s jackets lying on the floor. I mean, if you’re going to lay your jacket on the restroom floor, intentionally, as you’re taking a piss, might as well throw it into the toilet that you’re pissing in. I’ve personally seen puddles of piss scattered throughout the floor inside of those stalls many, many times. No one’s going to clean it up, it dries up, and it stays there.

I bet you dudes are wondering how that could’ve happen in a women’s restroom, the piss puddles. See, some chicks prefer “hovering”. In this particular method, their ass cheeks doesn’t come in physical contact with the toilet seat and is only a few inches apart from each other (the ass and the seat). The ones that can do it do it like a champ. They are precise and their piss strategically spurts into the bowl without touching anything else. Beautiful.

The ones that don’t know how to hover but do it anyways, however, have weak knees. When in hovering position, knees are sloppily bent at a 130 degree angle (when it should be 90, at the least) and wobbling legs would commence. As a result, piss skips the toilet bowl and lands fucking everywhere.

Those kinds of inconsiderate hags should be banned from hovering, and they’re probably the same people who leave shit sit on the top of the toilet seat too.

My internet has been out for the last few days, still is, but I’m glad it went out because I was obligated to do stuff that doesn’t involve sitting in front of a computer all day.

I wasn’t sure if it was just lack of motivation or just plain laziness, but I haven’t been looking for acting gigs lately, and recently, something (probably not having internet at home) has lit a fire under my ass to get back to finding work.

Two days ago I was using a relative’s computer, and found an online ad from a casting company that was looking to cast actors in certain projects.  I emailed them my headshots and resume and they eventually emailed me back with their phone number.  I called them to set an appointment, and the next thing you know, I’m having lunch with them an hour later.

They were two guys or, or two business partners/casting directors who were in the process of establishing a casting firm.  We talked for over an hour and most of it was just about their company and wah wah wahh.  But like every talent manager, agent, casting director or any person I first meet in the entertainment industry, I can’t trust them entirely, at least not yet.  There are, unfortunately, tons of sketchy businesses out there that are only in it for some quick cash, and I had dealt with one already in the past.

There was a very small one-time fee and after asking them a couple of questions I had agreed to pay the fee and sign their contract as an actress and…a model (during the discussion they persuaded me to sign up for modeling, so I’m like “I guess, extra money right?”).  The following day, I had already gotten a call from the main guy and he wanted his photographer friend to take my headshots and then have me do a reading because there was already a part he could see me playing in some film that has already been funded.

So I did all of that today, and I don’t know! I feel sorta good. SORTA.  Well, good as an I might be able to trust these guys, but at present, my guard is still up.  As for the reading, I think I could’ve done a lot better, so I honestly don’t think I got the part haha. But that’s fine; there will be many more opportunities to come.

Yesterday, I did a full day shoot with my photographer friend Chris.  Man, I was so pooped by the end of the night, but overall I had a great time shooting.  And overall, I had a productive weekend.

Here are some of my favorite photos (more in my Flickr):