There are two particular things that have been annoying the hell out of me lately because it’s been happening a lot.
One is when someone constantly opens (or tries to) the door without even knocking no matter how many times you tell him or her to knock first.
My family is the worst, especially my mom, she’s nuts, love her, but she’s pretty nuts. I’ll have my bedroom door locked and I hear her trying to turn the knob, and when it doesn’t open, she keeps on turning it ten more times like it’s eventually going to open by itself, but she’ll never knock or say, “Hey can I come in?” She refuses to be polite so she keeps on turning it until someone on the other side notices it.
I don’t know, I just get anal about it, because no one ever knocks nowadays. You know, some doors don’t even have locks or they’re broken. Recently, I went into a public single restroom and the lock wasn’t working. As I was doing my business, I felt a little nervous that some annoying asshole might catch me wiping my ass.
It didn’t happen because someone actually knocked five seconds later, as to which I replied, “Uh…yeeeeeAH!”
What do you say when someone knocks at the restroom door anyway? It rarely happens to me. Anyway, I was thankful and I already knew the guy was likeable because he knows how to knock. Bless his little heart.
So here’s the other one. I hate it when people ask me how much I get paid whenever I get an acting gig.
I don’t mind if people do, but there are some assholes out there who are constantly asking me the same question, and it’s the only question (besides asking me if I landed any jobs). They don’t care about what my role is and what the story line is, and anything else that actually has to do with whatever project I’m involved in. They’re just (desperately) curious as to how much I’m making.
Seriously, that’s rude. The next person that asks gets a turd thrown at their face.
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.
Oh shit I’m going to Comic-Con in a week! Oh shiEeeYUT! Remember how I mentioned I was going to dress up like one of those Tokidoki chicks? I might not be able to. I’m still not sure what to use to draw in the tattoos with, which is the only dilemma I have to deal with.
When I’m there in San Diego I’m also going to be attending Video Games Lives. There’s this orchestra that performs in front of a screen, showing video game footages (new and old) and they basically start playing video game music that is corresponding to whatever is playing on the screen.
In fact, here’s a video of one of their concerts:
I am so thrilled about all of this, and it’s going to be my little vacation from looking for work all the time as an actor, hence my lack of update on this site.
I did not get cast for that one commercial I talked about previously, and if you’re curious as to what company the commercials going to be on, it’s AT&T. Yeah, ouch, but you move on and you learn from it right? Though I think I might’ve landed a spot for a different commercial- I’ll know for sure by Sunday.
With acting, there are times where I’m thinking “Shit, what am I getting myself into?” It’s tough especially when you’re jobless and you’re always driving an hour to Hollywood, but I’m going to keep on truckin and hopefully I’m be able to make ends meet.
Now that I’m trying to take on an acting career, I have to be consistent with one particular look (I have to look like the conventional Asian girl), and if you didn’t know, I’m actually half human half chameleon.
I’m somebody who needs to change and progress nearly every single day. I frequently change my themes on this site. I change the interior design in my bedroom. I change friends all the time. I change guys that I date, etc etc (These are all upgrades, btw, tehee).
I just can’t stand keeping my things dead and stagnant.
My image, especially my hair, changes a lot and I love the fact that I’m able to reinvent every now and then. I just dyed it to all black yesterday and unfortunately, I have to keep this color for a long time, which makes me a little sad now that I can’t experiment on it anymore.
So in honor of my humbling hair history I’m going to post my hair timeline/collage.
I haven’t been writing much since I’ve been quite busy with acting…busy with acting. That actually felt sort of good to say that, but I had the worst of the worst day yesterday.
I have a small part for a horror film and I only have to say about 2-3 lines in the whole movie. Yesterday, the producer was really anal about everyone being on time at 6 o’ clock. So, being the responsible and reliable person I am, I arrived ten minutes early, but I later found out that they didn’t really need me at that time.
I was sitting there for over four hours doing absolutely nothing. Most of the actors and extras I was trying to converse with were not friendly people at all, so I just left without even filming. Worst four hours of my life. I’m not even sure if they even filmed at all on that day.
On a partially brighter side, last Thursday I went to audition for a popular cellphone company commercial that will air during a very special time. I will give out more specific information if I get the job. I would be really, extremely, completely and utterly happy if they cast me.
PREASE CAST ME!!!@!! PREASE!!!
And this is completely off topic but you really have to watch this. The comedian is Joy Koy, and he’s a hoot in this particular video. If you don’t think this is funny then I don’t know what is.
The audition I went to turned out to be kind of good…aaand sort of bad.
I don’t have experience; therefore I don’t have a resume. I also don’t have a printed 8 x 10 headshot either. I am aware that most auditions require you to bring at least one of the two, so a couple of days ago, I emailed one of the staff/producers asking if I needed to bring anything, such as a resume and or headshot.
He replied, “No, you don’t have to bring anything.”
So that’s where I go, to myself, “Nice! They don’t have to know jack shit about my past ‘experiences’.”
On the day I went to the auditions it turns out that it was mandatory you bring the two. I don’t know why that fucktard had given me the opposite answer, but I decided not to give them an explanation since people, including myself, generally don’t care for excuses.
So when they asked, I, with poise (I hope), declared, “I don’t have them.”
Since the rest of the people, who were also trying out for a role (there were about 30 of them), were actual experienced actors, they were well equipped, and I was the only amateur who walked in empty handed. It looked pretty bad on my part, but in my mind, I gave myself kudos for simply being in the same room with professionals.
I did manage to try out, and it’s pretty similar to American Idol where you’re the only one standing in front of a row of people who were going to decide whether you make it or not.
They asked me to recite a two-minute monologue, and thank-fucking-goodness-to-the-heavenly-gracious; I already had a monologue prepared.
Next, they gave me a script to act with along with a partner. Everything went great.
It’s been a couple of days since the audition, and I don’t think I’m getting a callback. Yeah, go figure.
The bad part of this first time experience was that I didn’t bring a resume or a headshot, as a result it made me look very unprofessional. The good part is that I have finally found my niche. I was having a significantly great time auditioning, I can only imagine what it would be like to actually get the role and peform in front of the camera.
So I didn’t make the cut, oh well, on with the next!
Some people are wondering if I’m actually pursuing acting since that other entry I wrote on taking risks.
…and yeah, I am. I’m not all talk.
It’s quite terrifying actually because, well first of all, I’m finally quitting my job on the 1st of July, which means I’m going to be dependent on my both my financial savings and paid acting gigs. Acting gigs are clearly way too unpredictable because you don’t always land a role. And second, I live 45 minutes away from LA, and gas, at the moment, is practically five bucks a gallon. That’s a lot. Because of distance, I’m very choosy and mostly hesitant of what I’m trying out for that’s located in LA.
I managed to book an audition tomorrow for an independent film. It’s going to be my first audition and I’ve never pissed so much piss in my sunflower shorts until now. I don’t know what to expect, I don’t know what to do, in fact, they don’t even know that I have absolutely zero amount of credible acting experience. They merely assumed that I have at least some knowledge, but they don’t have to know.
What momma don’t know won’t hurt her.
The good side is I landed a role on some other low-budget film, and as far as I’m concerned, I don’t have to audition since my part is very small and simple, and I’m only going to be there for two days. Meh. You have to start somewhere.
So there you have it. This is mainly what I’ve been stressing about for days. I actually haven’t told anyone about this, especially my family. It’ll be kept under wraps for now. So if anyone asks, say you don’t know shit!
I think I’ve had an altercation with a grand total of 100 customers (or more) since working at an optometry practice for nearly over two years. 99.9% of the customers who had took their anger out on me were at least over the age of 40. What does that say? They have no respect for younger people whatsoever. Sorry, but I’m actually not a child anymore, so don’t treat ever me like one, assholes.
They bitch and moan so much about the prices of their glasses or contact lenses or some dumb bullshit I was never held accountable for that it’s starting to make my nose bleed.
In order to help my boss to keep the business growing, I have to be nice to them. I have to respect every word that comes out of their damn foolish mouths. It’s the best policy when you’re dealing with a shitty customer, so yeah I can accept that. But what if you have to deal with them all the time? What if it feels like you have a multiple of people screaming in your face everyday and you’re not allowed to react to it?
At some point, it will eventually set the trigger off of you. I have reached to that point today, and boy did it feel ever so delightful to be able to release the wrath of Tiff.
You see I had a mean customer today, and I’m a really nice person to work with, I really am. He wanted to buy contacts for his daughter, so I was generous enough to write out a complete chart of what he would be paying if he would get X amount of boxes, and what the insurance would be covering for.
He didn’t understand my chart; so again, I was generous enough to go into full, precise detail of what the chart meant. After seven-ish minutes of lecturing him, he looked at me with a, “Are you retarded?” expression and accused me of ripping him off.
Whoa, whoooa there buddy. I just work here, I don’t make up the prices you fucking worthless piece of nauseating diarrhea shit.
I kept my cool and I tried to give him my reasonable explanation.
That didn’t work. He was furious and now demanded to get the contacts for FREE. So this is where I blew up. C’mon, who demands free stuff when that person is acting like shit towards you? I couldn’t ask for a better time to pop. My boss was out of town, and some fresh doctor was filling in, so she was pretty much working for me.
We were fighting back and forth. And all you heard from me was:
“HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO BREATHE? I DON’T OWN THIS PLACE. I’M NOT THE DOCTOR NOR THE BOSS. I JUST WORK FOR HER, I FOLLOW THE RULES, SO WHY ARE YOU ACCUSING ME OF RIPPING YOU OFF? WHY DON’T YOU ACT YOUR AGE AND GENDER? I DON’T HAVE THE AUTHORITY TO GIVE YOU FREE STUFF. WHY WOULD I GIVE YOU FREE STUFF ANYWAY? WITH YOUR ATTITUDE YOU DESERVE GETTING RIPPED OFF FOR A LIVING. TRY WHINING TO MY BOSS ABOUT ME. TRY IT, SHE CAN’T STAND YOU EITHER.”
Btw replace all periods with a gillion of exclamation marks.
After our tiff (HA!), we were nice to each other. That is until he told me he wanted to call the office Saturday, but we were going to be closed on that day (not sure why), normally we open, so I had to inform him about that.
And you know what he does?
He rolls his eyes, shakes his head at me and gives out this snobbish laugh as if he was disproving the business for not opening on that particular Saturday.
What a complete jackass right? Everything was ok between us again, until he had to stir up a round two. Yes a round two, which I will not go into much detail, but what I will say is that after that incident, where he shook his head and laughed, I responded by mocking his laugh and then sarcastically said, “yeah pretty hilarious huh?”
And then all hell broke lose. Fuck that guy.
I’m going to give my boss a two weeks notice when she comes back from her vacation. I can’t handle all of that mess that has been building up in that place anymore.
For the very first time, I actually feel very bored with my life. No I’m not depressed; no I don’t need to get laid. I’m just bored and for once I feel the need to step outside of my safety box and take some chances.
The one thing I fear the most is being older and looking back at the things I should have done when I was young enough to do it. That is definitely one of the worst feelings to have. Regrets. We’re young and totally capable of doing anything we want to right now, so take full advantage of your youth.
So here’s my game plan and I’m absolutely serious about this:
Since I’m always living in the “safety box” and never in my life have I ever taken any risk–gawdamnit I’m going to take some fucking risks! I’m going to quit my job as an optometric technician (of two years) for good. People actually go to school for that position and I heard that it is hard to get an optometric technician job even if you have a certificate or a degree for it, so I’m about to leave a good job (though a very stressful one as well).
Next, I’m going to focus more on working my portfolio and my freelance work as a web and graphic designer. My current client is actually the model and Internet personality, Raquel Reed, who was featured on my last layout.
I’ve also applied for some magazine internships, but that I’m not too crazy about. If I get it, awesome, and if I don’t, I’m still awesome.
And finally, this is completely surprising and random of me but I’m going to audition for some paid and non paid acting gigs and see where it takes me. My intentions are not to get on the silver screen and become this high payed actress; I’m just going to participate in some low-budget, indie films just for the love of acting.
Who wants someone easy? A person who you find attractive yet seems virtually impossible to woo means a delectable challenge waiting to be beaten.
The most awesomesauce guy I had ever met by far had high standards and never wanted to show an ounce of interest in me (a turn on, spankyouverymuch). I eventually completed my assignment by winning his heart because I had done the same to him.
But it didn’t end there, we continued to talk because everything about us just worked. One of the crucial things that made our DATING (he was not my boyfriend) relationship so thrilling, addictive and weird was our attitude of “I’m too good for him/her” towards each other. Both of us were “too good” to make the first move, or we were “too good” to divulge how we really felt about each other, so we’d actually wait for one of us to initiate some love-related shit (’cause you can only hold in so much). And when that did happen, it was always like a huge relief since we seldom open up. You know that feeling when you’re significant other holds your hands for the very first time? Yeah, it’s kind of like that. It’s nice.
I was discreetly working for his affection and attention while he was working for mine. And little by little, we were slowly opening up to each other. I really think that’s what kept our relationship together so interesting and unpredictable.
We don’t talk anymore, due to distance, but I’m sure we’ll meet again in the future.
But the bottom line is life is boring without having challenges and nothing good ever comes easy. =)
