Appreciate the good things in life

Before allowing a certain type of medicine to be given out, there are certain restrictions that have to be met. For this one, you have to have pneumonia to receive this medicine. 

Mother sees a prescription with the medicine on it but without a note for pneumonia, so she calls the prescribing doctor. 

"Does the patient have pneumonia?" so that she can give him the proper medicine.


"Oh, okay. That's good."

The doctor hesitates. "...No, that's not a good thing."

Cotton candy.

After taking pictures with the Easter bunny, the kids are given little Easter-themed marshmallows as a thank you for their time (and to distract them while their parents are paying, honestly). 

Only, these marshmallows have a rather funny label on them. 

So,  give the Easter bunny a hug and kiss, and wish him a happy Easter, and here, take some "Bunny Tails" to munch on.



My teacher's lecture to us last night:

"There are no tiers in this industry--by that I mean 't-i-e-r-s,' not 't-e-a-r-s'...there are a lot of those..."

It's fate.

I met a lovely family when out horseback riding--they were visiting LA from Alabama, and I told them that should they find themselves in LA, they should come to my workplace. I work at The Grove, I tell them, at the Bunny Bungalow. 

They were there just today, the mother tells me.

The daughter peeks out from behind her mother.


Oh, well now that they've seen the embarrassing side of me at work, I can't do anything more ridiculous during this two hour ride with this family.

Except ride a horse with the same name as me, who walks like my mother drives (slow and steady at her own pace) and therefore caused a traffic jam on the trail. Boy, I hope they never forget me.

Valentine's Day Legends

Legend has it that if a couple gets together every Valentine's Day and hold a metal chopstick, they should put it into an electrical outlet together. 

Then, they will be together until the end of their lives.


I could feel my friend's eyes roam over me as I sat down near him. He looks at my sweatshirt, my hair, my glasses. 

"Wow," he says, "you really didn't try today."

Dark tendencies

Helping my friend with his essay, and after the dark mess that was his last essay, he's happy to find that this next essay is argumentative and has a set topic. 

"She can't possibly make this dark!"

He looks over my shoulder and there's a sentence about a serial killer.

Drinking coffee with a fork.

I went to brunch with a friend, whom I noticed was stirring his cup of coffee with a fork.

"Do you usually drink coffee with a fork?"

"No, they didn't give me a--" he looks down at his napkin and silently stares at the silver spoon he'd previously ignored. "... I haven't had my coffee yet, okay?"

First Meeting

"I remember," my little cousin tells me, "when I met you in high school."

"...I remember when I met you too. When I was two years old."


"Hey Tiff," my older cousin calls across the room, "could you get me a piece of water?"



"Up until now, I've only mixed one cocktail," my older cousin tells me, "so you know how I usually drink coke and vodka? I poured it into the mixer and shook, and then remembered what happens when you shake soda..."

Fizz everywhere.

DTLA Studio, June 24, 2016

Here's the first behind-the-scenes video I've put up.

The video clips (graciously lent) are owned by Jimmy Lai.

Thanks so much! 


Music: Beautiful Lady - Jonghyun

Art therapy

A friend of mine posts a picture of some art therapy that's being offered at her school, and I thought, "Ah, that's such a nice idea! Why doesn't my school do art therapy--oh...that's right. Art is the reason students at my school need therapy."

It's too bright to hear.

As my co-worker tells us a story, he notices another co-worker making a funny face at him. 

"Sorry, I couldn't hear you," she says. 

But she was squinting! he responds.

"Ha," interjects another co-worker. "She was squinting to hear you."

"What? Sorry, it's too bright in here, I can't hear you."

The story of how I let my best friend into her own house.

I went over to my best friend's house the other night, but she wasn't home yet. Her father saw me sitting outside and let me in, so I texted her and told her that I was on her couch. 

A little while later, I hear a car pull up in her driveway. Her footsteps. Clink clink. She's pulled out her keys. Cliiink. Clink? Clink. She's struggling to unlock her door. SighKnock knock. "...Tiffany?" 

"Welcome home!" I say as I open the door to let her in. 

"As ironic as it is to have you let me into my own home..."


Our supervisor at work told us today that our hours would be docked by HR, and we were not allowed to work more than an allotted number of hours--therefore we would get paid less. 

"Time to sell my view camera." One of my co-workers comments. 

"Time to sell my body." Another co-worker responds.

Our Futures.

"What are going to do with your future?" My friend asks a recently graduated alumni.

"Well..." She sighs. "I just bought a Playstation 3--"

IKEA chairs.

I assisted a photographer on a photoshoot for which he bought an IKEA table and chair to assemble as props. 

Table? No problem. 

But when we got to the chair, we absolutely could not put it together. After struggling to figure out how everything fit together, we spent another ten minutes trying to insert two screws into the underside of the chair, with no luck. 

And so we call over an instructor who was doing a photoshoot a few sets away from us. He puts in both screws in less than two minutes. 

"You know what we learned today? We'd be the worst newlyweds ever."

High paying jobs

I watched an upperclassman of mine struggle to apply toothpaste to a toothbrush for one of his shots. He sighed and looked up at me, "As of today, I'm sure that toothpaste styling must be a highly paid occupation."

You can only imagine how much difficulty he was having squeezing toothpaste onto a toothbrush.