TiffsBloggy

1st day of shooting Katy Perry’s music video

I managed to work as a background actor for Katy Perry’s new music video yesterday.  It was aweeeeesome.  When everyone was done shooting, Natalie, a girl I made friends with there, and I walked out of the church and we noticed the paparazzis waiting for Katy to come out.

“Why not take photos of me boys? I’m better!” said Natalie.

“But you’re not Katy!” yelled one of the paparazzis, but he took photos of us anyway, along with the rest of the paparazzis taking photos and filming us posing, feeling like movie stars.

Haha it was rad.

I’m going to shoot again today. The scene is going to be entirely different from yesterday. Yesterday’s took place at a Christian church and today’s is going to be at a warehouse, and we have to dress in our new wave/retro outfits. It should be a fun experience!

PS - more photos in the flickr!

More Olympics and more of me!

Just when I thought the Olympics wouldn’t be exciting anymore now that Michael Phelps is done in competing for swimming, which by the way, if you’ve been living under a rock, he earned all eight gold medals in all eight of his finals (yeah, psssssss hot), the US women’s and men’s beach volleyball team came to our rescue by taking took gold! Jes! Both of them!

I watched both of the games and both were tremendously thrilling to watch since it certainly wasn’t an easy game for both teams. It’s usually seems easy for them to win because they’re always ahead of the game—I’m always expecting them to win. However, in the finals, their opponents were as skilled as they were, and for the first time in beach volley history, fear had struck my heart.

In the end, they (we) won. A huge congratulation to Misty May-Treanor and Kerri Walsh from the women’s team, and Philip Dalhausser (HOT) and Todd Rogers from the men’s. You guys deserve every bit of that gold medal.

Now I’ll be waiting for The Redeem Team aka US men’s basketball team to “redeem” themselves.

Back to my life, I just received my dvd of Dexter season 2 in the mail and I’m excited to watch it…after the Olympics are over of course! I don’t have Showtime, so this is going to be my first time watching it.

Acting is going fine. I have a script I have to go over asap, since I’ll be filming for an indie film tomorrow. I decided not to go to school for a semester…possibly for a whole year just to pursue acting. I actually don’t want to go to school anymore, but I’ll just tell them that I’m taking a “break”. My mom’s obviously not happy about it, and it bugs me the crap out of me.

My whole family plays it safe. They believe that if you drop out of college, you automatically have no future, which is absolutely not true at all.

When I transferred to a university, I found out that I had to take a year’s worth of general ed. Yeah, I have to waste my future away by taking MORE useless classes that doesn’t have anything to do with my major for a full year, and it’s all for some college degree.

Anyways, I’m not saying that everyone shouldn’t go to college I just don’t think I need it at the moment.

Beijing Olympics controversies

There’s been quite a few controversies that has been heavily discussed about the current Olympics held in Beijing, and since I’m a lover of Olympics and rumors, it’s only right for me to discuss some of the important ones.

First one is about a young girl who performed “Ode to Motherland” during Beijing’s opening. It was a delightful performance, but it turns out that she was lip-syncing! Lip-syncing wasn’t the problem actually, because the voice that was used belonged to a some other little girl, Yang Peiyi, and she wasn’t used because she wasn’t cute enough.

At first, I laughed. I know, I’m a jerk, it was pure comedy for me, but as I kept thinking about the situation and how Yang would’ve felt, my heart just dropped for the poor little undercover singer.

I can only imagine how the conversation had went…

“Hey Tiff, we love your voice, but we found a much cuter chick that’ll make this country look better. She can’t sing for shit, so we’re going to use your voice for her to lip-sync. Thanks!”

Yeah you’re welcome you selfish superficial sucking cocks!

When I first heard about it, I thought, “Man, this girl must be ugly as hell for them to only use her voice”, but when I looked at her photo and the photo of the imposter, I couldn’t even tell the difference between the two, except one’s hair is longer than the other, but other than that, all kids look a like:

Second story is about underage gymnasts from China. In order to participate in gymnastics for the Olympics you have to be at least 16 years old, but some of the girls of the Chinese Olympic team are supposedly younger than that.

China is denying the reports saying legal documents were shown, but I say fuck the documents. Fuck it. The cold hard evidence is THEM. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that these girls haven’t even reached the age of 16 yet.

You decide:

Sixteen my ass. I could pass for their mother if I looked sixteen again.

And third, is this picture of Spain’s basketball team doing slit-eyed gestures:

They don’t consider it to be inappropriate, but have they ever thought about the possible countless negative reactions that they’re about to receive from other people?

They remind me of the kind of friends I use to have that would make racist remarks right in front of you and they’d be about your or your background, but they have no idea that it could be incredibly offensive, and because it was not their intentions to hurt you, you can only forgive them for being so dumb.

Yeah, that’s how I see it with those guys. If they didn’t mean to insult us, then I can let it slide, but still, that’s a pretty dumb picture, assholes.

Olympics and Michael Phelps

I haven’t updated in a while, I’ve been completely hooked on watching Beijing Olympics. It’s so ridiculous, man; I’m sitting on my couch all day watching the games. But that’s alright, it only happens every four years.

Yesterday the US men’s relay team (with Phelps) won 1st, beating the shit talking French by a hair, and it was awe-somely glorious. I was eating at a restaurant called BJs with my friends last night and they had the Olympics on TV, so I was able to watch them win victory.

Michael Phelps is getting hotter than ever, with his second gold metal of this year. This guy is a machine.

It’s so funny how fame and talent can make a person look so much better. To me, Phelps’s face isn’t that attractive. It’s kind of hideous actually, but the fact that he’s been winning so many gold metals, how there’s so much media attention focused on him, and has a gorgeous swimmers body, makes him an extreme hottie.

Yeah, I’d hit it, but only if he had a bag over his face.

Just kidding.

My rebuttal to all Angelina Jolie shit talkers

So I’m lurking through this forum, right? And I find a thread that’s full of women talking ’bout how much they dislike Angelina Jolie and it brought back a few recent memories of negative comments I’ve heard about her from other women. While I may not have much interest on celebrities or celebrity news anymore, I have to back up Angie once and for all and ask…how can anyone NOT like Angelina Jolie? No really. What drugs are you on to criticize such a talented and an exceptionally giving person?

Angelina Jolie is one of the few actors that I have great respect for off the screen, and for anyone to say that they don’t like her or find her annoying needs to get socked in the throat.

Everyone is entitled to his or her opinions, and I’m entitled to mine, so I’m here to prove how bad their opinions blow, by giving my response to the only reasons why they don’t like her (their reasons are always the same!)

In no special order:

1. She called her baby a “blob”: Because they are blobs. Hasn’t anyone ever seen a baby before? I adore children and I’m around them 24/7. I’ve taken great care of my two nephews and one niece ever since they came out of the womb, and I’m pretty sure I’ve had enough observation to declare that babies, under the age of six months, truly are blob-like. They’re chubby and since they don’t know how to crawl or walk yet, they’re totally immobile so they just sit there all the time unless someone moves them…aren’t actual blobs also chubby and sit there all the time unless someone moves them? Just because Angelina called her kid a “blob”, doesn’t mean she’s going to treat her like one.

2. She’s a skank: WAS a skank, that’s if she ever was one, but she’s settled and has a nice huge family now. I’m pretty sure she has stopped making out with her brother and stopped banging old guys in the back of the limo, so can’t we all just move on from the past?

3. She stole Brad Pitt from Jennifer Anniston: So I take it that Angelina sneaked into their bedroom one silent night, tied the vulnerable and defenseless Brad Pitt and then took him to a third world country while Jennifer was sleeping, right? WRONG. Angelina didn’t “steal him” from her! He had every power and control to make a decision whether he wanted to stay with Jennifer or not, so don’t point the only finger at Angelina. It takes two to tango, morons.

4. She’s annoying and there’s too much publicity on her: I’m sure she hates the attention and would want more than anything than to have absolute privacy with her and her family, but unfortunately, the media is entirely focused on her because she’s THAT intriguing and THAT great of a person. Plus how can she be annoying when she’s donating millions and millions of dollars to programs that help poverty-stricken countries, adopting more children than we can count, and visiting refugees in camps in places such as Pakistan and Darfur? While Jennifer is doing nothing but getting coffee, starring in bad movies, and dating guys like Vince Vaughn and John Mayor, Angelina is saving the world.

5. She’s only doing humanitarian work just to make herself look good: Well at least she’s doing something unlike you so shut your face.

You really can’t put her into a lower position, because she’s that amazing. If someone wants to bash on Angelina Jolie, they’d have die to first and then get canonized as a saint in order to do such a thing, a foolish one at that.

I want to be the Joker when I grow up

With all of the hype that’s coming from Batman: The Dark Knight, and the fact that the Joker’s makeup in the film was so fucking brilliant, I was inspired to photoshop myself into the Joker, played by Heath Ledger.

From looking at the rest of my work, it’s an alright transformation, definitely not as convincing as my zombie photo though.

Photoshop, oh photoshop…oh how I love thee!

Curve the bullet you fuck

If anybody still has my previous website, tiffarts.com, linked, you can remove it. It’s permanently closed.

However, as very few of you may know, I do have a spanking new website that’s going to be showcased as an acting portfolio, and there, I will also be documenting my fun-crammed (and sometimes not so fun) adventures of trying to land some decent acting gigs in Hollywood as well as here in Orange County, using videos and photos. Starting tomorrow morning, I have yet another audition to goto, except this one’s for a sitcom. Let’s hope they don’t need a resume or handshot. Ha!

As much as I would love to talk about it here, I’m going to try to keep things separately since I really don’t want anyone I’m working with to find out about this website…I do have quite the sailor mouth sometimes. I’ll link the website for anyone who is interested.

Speaking of working with people on a professional basis, I really really regret registering THIS domain because it has my own friggin name on it! Fuck! Don’t quote me on this but I think 70% of employers google their applicant’s name before deciding whether to hire them or not. It’s so easy to look for regular people via Internet nowadays that I’m beginning to become paranoid.

I guess I’m no better than tramp stamp girl. sigh

Anyhoo.

You must support my ho, Angie, and buy your damn movie tickets for Wanted which will be opening on June 27th.

I know, I know I was completely and utterly wrong about The Strangers, but I have a good-no great feeling about Wanted. This shits going to rock the house.

And here’s my favorite screen cap of the film. Is it not one of the most ferosh candid shots you’ve ever seen?

How to survive a slasher movie

I was inspired (by The Strangers and many other countless slasher movies that are composed of nonsensical victims who pull off the the same old, typical miscues that have lead most of them to their death) to write the howtos of surviving a slasher film.

Do not SSS.
If you happen to bump into your killer by accident never ever stand, stare, and scream (SSS) all at the exact same time. It’s impolite and makes it much easier for him to kill you. When victims, without much awareness, are suddenly face to face with their killer, it is expected of them to SSS for a duration of 5-10 seconds before dashing off. Unfortunately, most of them never make it to the running part.

For fucks sake turn around!!!!!

Save the hug and kisses for later.
The killer kidnapped your best friend, Tina, and by breaking into his remote, shabby house of torture you managed to find Tina alive, but tied by a tangling web of cords. Whatever you do, do not give her a hug nor say over-sentimental things to her such as, “Aww I’m so glad you’re alive!” and “What did he do to you? I sure hope you’re ok!” Just shut your fucking mouth and untie her as fast as you can before the killer pops out of nowhere and catches the both of you guys.

Never lean against the door you’re hiding behind.
So you didn’t take my last advice and now psycho over here is chasing after you, but you managed to lock yourself in a room. Do not use yourself as a barricade to hold against the door and if you’re physically drained from playing all of that cat and mouse game, rest on anything except for the door which he’s probably standing on the other side of.

Never check if your killer is dead.
You found a loaded gun in the room that you were hiding in, and as soon as the killer was able to break through the door with his wooden axe, you’ve managed to shoot a couple of rounds at his chest and now he’s knocked out cold on the ground. You want to know if he’s dead right? Of course you do, but first off, never ever walk up to his body and give him a modest kick in the rib just to check for any sign of life…that is unless you want him to grab your ankle and then have him tear it off with his mouth. If you want to be 100% certain, just take his axe and behead him. It wouldn’t hurt to chop his limbs off either and maaaaybe he won’t come back for a sequel.

So there’s my compact list. Isn’t that easy or what?

The Strangers

I got the chance to watch The Strangers today and there was really not much reaction after watching it. If I had to give a grading for the film, it’d be somewhere along the lines of a D.

There were a few scenes that left chills at the back of my neck (ie the way that the film was shot suggested that the masked figures could have been anywhere), but it did not make up for the awful and utterly predictable overall story.

Personally, an excellent (but rare) modern day horror film would not rely on people or random objects bursting out of dark corners, unexpected loud thumps and other things that would drive the audience to jump in surprise and fear. Any horror movie can do that.

The Strangers is the epitome of “jump out” scares. One or two times is okay, I can take that, but to have that reoccur over and over and over again is just distracting. There was not one single moment where I was relaxed during the film, since there was always a silent moment and then a sudden BWWAAAAHK!!! Following by piercing screams of Liv Tyler. Let’s just say I was less concerned with the movie, and more concerned about not looking like a pussy.

And finally, another reason why this film gets a D grade is because the protagonists repeats the mistakes that victims in generic horror movies always make. Basically, they’re retarded and fail at my list of what NOT to do in a horror movie (future post).

All in all, it’s an alright movie. The plot is pretty much straightforward, no twists, no turns…go figure.

Mustaches are a must.

I’ve been seeing a lot of that rugged look on guys lately. You know, the ones that looked like they just attacked a huge fucking bear and drank python blood for three consecutive months? Ok. Maybe not. But I’m talking about guys who grow out their facial hair. I don’t know if it’s because they’re too gotdamn lazy to shave, or that it’s a trend or maybe a combination of both, but I like it.

Mustaches and five o’clock shadows are sexy and can be very manly and manliness equals to hotness; they give your face more of a personality. Not only do they look great but also they feel great. I must have tough skin since I know for a fact that most women find it rather painful to kiss a man with rough facial hair, whereas I take pleasure in stroking and caressing my cheeks against the jagged stubbles whilst my hands…and I’m stopping before this turns into a sex tape.

Moustaches and beards are excellent for concealing any imperfection one might possess such as unwanted pimples, wrinkles, fat, herpes and the like. Should a hairy guy shave, he will lose major points in the attractive scale.

A man needs his mustache just like a woman needs her makeup. When you take away his mustache, you’re also taking a piece of his dignity and the X amount of asses he could’ve tapped if he only had the stache.

Obviously, I am speaking in general (ie: some may look good with or without it), but I’ll give you an example of a guy who needs facial man hair to win the gals…and American Idol in this case:

David Cook.

He’s not that bad looking, sort of cute actually, and that’s because he didn’t shave. And look he’s crying! Wah! Crying takes away a lot of man points, but with the help of the divinity of his facial hair, we really don’t care that he’s shedding happy tears.

Now here’s a photo of him with little hair.

Don’t mind the watermark (“Not for public use” FUCK YOU!!)!

Since David seems to be a kind, gentle soul (whatever that means), I’ll try to be nice and only apply one word for the photo above, “NO.”