Links! Awesome people of the week.

Hello, folks. Here’s a list of 7 8 (Because with this limited time offer, you get an extra link ABSOLUTELY FREE!) for the week of people who are primarily composed of Awesominium (No srsly, it’s in the Periodic Table. It’s a metallic classification and has an Atomic Number of over 9000. I discovered it.)
Vixen Fitness is a gorgeous studio located in Orlando Florida by Universal Studios. I can’t even come up with a satirical remark for them simply because they’re so awesome. They offer a variety of fitness classes ranging from pole dancing classes to ones with more interesting names, like “Peekaboo Pole” & “Lating Butt Lift.” (I’m rather curious about “Peekaboo Pole,” I mean…a pole isn’t the most effective hiding place.) I teach belly dance and bollywood classes there. Take my classes. Now.


Melanie Lajoie is a great mentor, teacher, performer and friend and agent. I also teach Bollywood here from time-to-time.


Ever woke up in the morning and thought, “boy, I could really use an elephant right about now”? You’re in luck. Elephants, Bhangra, veena sitar music, extraordinary entertainment, Rang Entertainment has it. If you don’t have them DJing at your event, it probably sucks (unless you have me there, that is. And if you have us both, then you have enough awesome to implode the cosmos).


Orlando Pagan is the uneasy feeling before every prostate exam. Yes, that is his real name. He’s a multitalented artist based in Orlando (see what he did there?) who specializes in body painting, painting, illustrating, making costumes and props (such as such genius inventions as the laser-spewing venus flytraps), and he has absolutely nothing to do with the Orlando Pagan Society (if that even exists). He also shares my birthday, so you know something’s wrong with him.


Tommy Castillo has DEM MAGIC FINGERS and the artistic skill you wish you had. Orlando and I like to sometimes harass visit him, huddle next to his fire, throw inappropriate things into his pool and play with his wiener. Dogs. He has dachshunds. Go to your local art store and you’ll see his art on the cover of Strathmore brand sketchbooks. And everywhere else.


Claudia is a Romanian vampire who has legs you wish you had, no matter your gender.  Like most of my close friends, she’s one of those multi-talented sorts. Not only is she a model, but she is also a kickass painter. Because clearly, I pick the best people to chill with.Image

If you were ever to ask me if there exists a dancer that I look up to, that would be Asha. I don’t even have the time to sit down and pour my heart out right now, so that’ll have to wait. She’s hugely responsible for much of my initial success as a dancer, and she generously took me under her wing as her protege and got me into the world of professional dancing when I was just a widdle teeny teen. She’s an amazing dancer. Go. Now.Image

(Extra!)I am a part of the “Friends of the Orlando Philarmonic,” a volunteer group associated with the Orlando Philharmonic Orchestra (obviously).

…and of course. Shameless self promotion. Deal with it.


Temporary collection of links to my favourite people (until I can get my website about). – Let’s start with my own link, shall we?

VP Records – The largest and legendary reggae record company and good friends of mine.

Rang Entertainment – Entertainment for all your needs. Bhangra, Veena, Elephants, and everything else.

Riddim Driven Clothing – Clothing line from VP records that I design for. 

A Magi Entertainment – Good friend (and agent!), Melanie LaJoie 

Asha Dance – My former mentor. This amazing woman took me under her wing a few years ago when I was was but a wee teen.

The Slants – “Chinatown Rock” band. 

Bellywood Studios: Link coming soon!

Pet Rescue by Judy – As the name suggests, a Central Florida animal shelter. I’ve been fostering a cat (named, “Cat,” by the way), and they are always looking for new Foster (and forever, of course) homes.


More coming soon!

Fandom Feels #1 – Neji is No More


…Oh, Neji.

Neji Hyuuga's Death

Rock Lee is going to flip his shit.

What the f#&$ sort of exit was that!?

Approximately a month ago, I was perusing some Rock Lee images on Tumblr for iconing purposes when I came across a fanart of a grief-stricken Gai holding on to Neji’s corpse and then later consoling his other broken-hearted (and utterly alive) students in a tearful embrace. “Meh,” I thought. Fanart of Neji dead. Nothing new.

I then scrolled down to find another dead Neji fanart. I found it strange, but the bells didn’t go off as yet.

It was not until I saw a comment saying, “It’s going to weird to see Neji alive in Naruto SD,” when the alarm went off.

I proceeded to Google Neji’s name, coming across his Wiki – because, of course… the all-knowing Wiki is always on point – the first line thereof being, “Neji was one of the main supporting characters…”

Excuse me..? Neji…was!?

After approximately two years of waned interest in the manga, I frantically sought out the chapter that claimed Neji’s death. Or life.

That being said, Spoiler Alert!:


Neji Hyuuga is dead. And he is dead in the most inanely half-assed, rushed way possible. It appears as though half of the fandom is indubitably apathetic, while the other half may as well request to be buried with the character. I fall somewhere closer to the second group.

I absolutely adore Neji. He is possibly my favourite character following Lee. Though, I can’t blame group A, given the execution. After all, it pretty much happened like this:

Naruto: Holy s#!t It’s Neji! He’s so amazing and furthermore he has such a nice ass!
Neji: *impaled* –oh nvm I’m dead.
Neji: …because I’m a genius.
Naruto: (Wow. This isn’t forced at… all.)

That’s exactly how it happened.

So sudden, so underdeveloped, so…so… disappointing. In the blink of an eye, Neji appeared… and was gone.

Just like that.

…And the NejiTen shits hit the fan…then were most properly canonically trolled. It seems as though just about everyone was expecting Tenten to completely fall apart, clutching Neji’s lifeless body and go, “OH GOD NO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE…!!”

Instead, it was Lee who fell apart, crying, “OH GOD NO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE..!!”

Rock Lee and Neji

Oh God No my Lover! I mean…Rival!

Now, I do believe these shipping wars are utter nonsense, but, really, ladies and gentlemen… if I am to put in my two cents based purely on observation… I do have a feeling that Kishimoto has been hinting that Tenten may just actually…have feelings for Lee, rather than Neji.. I-I mean… I am not trying to fan the flames here, but it is not a very farfetched thought, considering, well…


Tenten Fangirling Lee. Exhibit A.

< — And… Image

Not only did Tenten not lose her marbles as did Lee, but she called Lee’s name, rather than Neji’s. Her concern was for Lee – and, granted…perhaps it’s because there’s nothing more she can do for Neji seeing that he’s a little dead, but she was hardly even present in the initial reaction (showing Gai and Lee – Tenten was…possibly there? A speck on the page?) This isn’t to say that Neji may not have had feelings for Tenten, or…well, to be quite honest? Neji, Lee, Naruto, Kiba, even…I could give a very limited number of shits as to where Tenten goes in the ship-cycle, as long as she’s happy being there. But, it is to say that I think that’s the direction Kishimoto is nudging.

But you know what I honestly think? He is simply fueling this nebulosity on where our favoured characters’ affections lie for the purpose of flame-war fodder. Because he can. And because Kishimoto is a major troll.


This is not evidence. I just really like this picture. Look how God damned cute he is.

In any case, I am rather pleased with the final hint into the relationship of our (or my) two favourite rivals, as per Lee’s reminiscing. That minuscule glimpse communicated a lot about Neji and Lee’s unseen interaction. Until then, it was all but known that Neji had actually acknowledged their rivalry. And all this time I thought that it was a one-sided rivalry on Lee’s part, not unlike that of Kakashi and Gai. Neji had accepted Lee as his EIEN NO RIBARU!!, and furthermore, it showed something a little more subtle, but telling – Lee spoke informally with him. If you don’t understand Moonspeak, folks, Lee generally has a very stiff, formal style of speaking. He never utilizes informal language, never swears, and attaches a suffix to everyone’s name…no matter who he is speaking to, be they younger than him, an enemy, etc.

But he uses an informal style of speech with Neji – which is extremely unusual for him, and perhaps goes to show how close they were.  Heck, I can’t wait for the anime to hear it for myself… That is, if the sound of Lee wailing over Neji’s cadaver doesn’t kill me before then.

As I close this rant, I’d like to leave one of my favourite .gifs. (It’s…supposed to be animated.)

The Real Neji…right here.

Ever heard of the “Worst Birthday Ever”? I think this is a contender.

Imagine having a passion. In my case, I have plenty – but no other compares to the elation that dancing on stage provides for me. …Imagine, for many years, being continuously told to be ‘the best [they’ve] ever seen’ at this passion. Number ‘one’ at your talent… That you’re sure to experience immense success by everyone who has ever seen it, even by the most discerning.

Then, imagine being told to be so good at what you do, and who you are, to be requested to perform for a taping for a popular program to be aired on national television in front of millions of people.

…On your birthday.

This is what happened to me. It was possibly the most immense opportunity of my entire life, and I botched it. Now, my impending humiliation (and possibly, doom) will be aired for all to see in the future.

Even as an entertainer, I am a shy person. Deathly shy. I’ve always been a shy person. This was actually part of the main premise of my acceptance on the show. I/They had intended to show that even as I am normally perceived to be the, ‘quiet, soft-spoken, nerdy’-type, and although I don’t normally fit the ‘stereotype’ of an entertainer, I can be, and am, a stellar, energetic entertainer when I hit the stage. Many took notice of my ‘Nerd-to-Belly Dancer,’ routine, and had urged me to ‘play-it-up’ for the show. It was to be an act – one that went horribly wrong.

…And at the worst, possible moment, my overwhelming trepidation manifested itself in the worst way possible. I clammed up. I got into ‘automatic protective shell’-mode at the last minute, became defensive, feigned confidence, and ended up making myself to look utterly foolish.

Everything I had intended to say went unsaid. I was confused. I was ill-prepared, due to being requested a week and a half prior. I did not follow instructions. I did nearly everything wrong, save for the actual performance, perhaps…but that didn’t matter, because my actions prior could have saved me a great deal of embarrassment had I actually stuck to my original plan and offerred an explanation beforehand.

I cannot help but bombard myself with a series of niggling, ‘What-if?’s. What if I had explained that I was not doing ‘Belly Dancing,’ but my Chutney-Fusion Belly Dancing, for example? What if I had my props and had performed my sword-dancing…or black light show, instead? I had a set plan of action in mind, but I did not even follow that to completion.  

It really does seem as though, considering the majority populace’s linear way of thinking, no one truly comprehends the idiosyncratic dichotomy of the ‘Shy Entertainer,’ the “Indian-descent Jamaican,’ or even the, ‘Belly Dancing Virgin.’ I was hoping to quell a lot of misconceptions with my appearance. I was hoping to make many proud. I disappointed myself, yes, but to see the disappointment in those who believed in me much more than even I did….kills me inexplicably.

This all occurred on my birthday. It will be the most unforgettable birthday to be sure.


I don’t promote this blog. I’ve only shown it to a handful of people. Tending to have a preference for rationalism, I am not particularly adept at expressing my innermost feelings, and for the most part, attempt to refrain from doing so. But I certainly wish I could use this post to express how sorry I am to have disappointed them. 


I could have done so much better with the once-in-a lifetime opportunity that was in the palm of my hand. 



Character Personality Analysis GO! Miles Edgeworth, the archetypal INTJ.

Badassity in Pink

Court is in session for the trial of Miles Edgeworth, accused of Third-Degree INTJ behaviour.

 There seems to be a bit of debate between MBTI aficionados of the personality type of Miles Edgeworth. Although there is almost a unanimous agreement in most places that Miles is an INTJ, there are those who hold dear to the thought that he is an ISTJ. I’d like to examine facets of his behavior to prove that Miles Edgeworth is indeed an INTJ.

“Gee, have you nothing better to do than to write extensive analysis of the MBTI types of fictional beings?” you may ask.

…And the answer to that right now is a resounding ‘No.’ It is midnight, and rendering High Definition video in After Effects tends to mercilessly rape your system resources for hours on end resulting in Notepad being the only thing you can effectively use without wanting to kick puppies.

That being said, the Prosecution is ready, Your Honor.

Who is Miles Edgeworth?

Miles Edgeworth is the anti-hero of the Ace Attorney series – a prim, proper, perfectionist prosecutor of utmost faggatory proportions.  A famed dillywag from Los Japangeles (No, seriously, Capcom, who are you trying to kid?), and once the main antagonist, he was as such considered the ‘Demon Prosecutor,’ being described as ‘cold,’ ‘ruthless,’ and vying to do anything for a guilty verdict to sustain his perfect record.

Miles exhibits numerous classic INTJ characteristics. Now, I am confident that I am not biased considering the fact that I am an INTJ and a massive fan of Miles Edgeworth, thus perhaps leading others to think that I would want him in my sphere of existence, but just about every aspect of his personality points him to being the archetypal INTJ. Hell, I would not be surprised if it were revealed that the character of Miles Edgeworth was constructed upon the INTJ profile.


Let us look at some classic quotes of his.

“Say something, Wright. I am not good at small talk.” (Disdain for small talk = Typical INTJ characteristic.)

To Wright: “First last year’s trial and now this one. It seems all you do is worry about me.
…To be honest, you’re getting on my nerves.”

Gumshoe: Well, everyone knows that you are quite popular with the ladies, sir… Maybe she’s an old girlfriend that you sent to Dumpsville when you were younger.
Edgeworth: D-Detective! Where did you hear such nonsense from!?
Gumshoe: I didn’t hear it from anyone. It’s just sorta how I imagine you to be… sir.
Edgeworth: (…D-Do I really inspire this sort of frothing desire from the female masses?)

It goes without saying that many INTJs tend to not be very interested in romantic matters. A relationship-obsessed INTJ is an oxymoron. I am not going to sit here and overgeneralize the romantic matters of the INTJ, as there tend to be great variations therein (I’ve seen those who spurn the idea of romance and sexual matters – such as I, I suppose – due to not giving a crap, and I’ve met others who enjoy casual sexual encounters… due to not giving a crap.) But one thing is almost certain across the board – we treat mate-selection as a science. We know almost exactly what we like and can quickly gauge the other person’s capabilities based on our set standards (which tend to be so impossibly high that perhaps not even we can reach them) and when they are not met, they’re irrevocably played on Platonic Mode and thereby B& from our romantic userbase. No flirting. No fun. No frolic (or, very minimal, anyway). If someone doesn’t meet the standards, we’re not interested. No ifs, ands, or buts. They can just GTFO.


Edgey and the Oldbaguettes

Not only does Miles not explicitly express interest in the bajillions of lady-leeches who want nothing more than to suck his …blood, he seems oblivious of their affections and intent, as indicated above.  Now, I don’t see how that’s possible. When a crap-ton of suitors are overwhelming you with romantic attention all at once, it’s really difficult to be oblivious of it. In any case, I can easily see Miles as a demisexual. That’s my personal opinion, though. Meaning, it appears that Miles only wishes to be closely associated with those who he hold to high regard – which are not very many. A demisexual is not generally interested in romantic/sexual affairs unless there is the rare occasion in which someone really, truly stands out in their eyes. And although I love me some Feenie/Edgey many wish to speculate otherwise, I can see that theory holding the most water for Edgeworth.

Forgive me as a digress a little. It brings me to another point.

Phoenix Wright claims to know the true Edgeworth more than anyone, suggesting that Edgeworth regularly employs a facade in order to secure his repute. Phoenix’s aspiration of becoming a defense attorney was attributed to him hoping to once again reunite with Edgeworth in order to save him, and he claims that he is the only one to know how. So, Phoenix, in his fit of Spurned Girlfriend Syndrome, becomes a defense attorney and finally encounters Edgeworth 15 years later. Extreme much, Phoenix?

(To which based on this, Phoenix can most definitely be classified as an ‘F’-type.)

Edgeworth is known to backlash defensively concerning perceived attacks to his competence, displaying an air of confidence that can more-or-less be perceived as arrogance. Okay, perhaps he is arrogant. But that’s okay, because he can be. On more than one occasion, prior to Phoenix saying anything, Edgeworth immediately and accusatorily badgers Wright to ‘Laugh at [him]. Go ahead, laugh at the fallen attorney. Why aren’t you laughing?!’ And on at least two occasions, Phoenix alludes to the possibility of Edgeworth going off to cry. He keeps his undying love for the Steel Samurai (and possibly other things) in the closet  to prevent risking defamation. You see, INTJs are not devoid of sentiment as we are stereotypically portrayed to be…we are just very, very good at concealing it. That, and we do commonly possess less feelings than the average person.  So, anyway. It goes to show that whenever it comes to his reputation and attacks on his competence and intellect, Edgeworth can become exceedingly and irrationally defensive.

Edgeworth: (in custody) So…you’ve come to laugh at the fallen attorney. Well? Why aren’t you laughing?
Maya: Nick…should we be laughing?
Phoenix: Nah. It’s a trick. Laugh and he’ll get mad…or burst into tears. Edgeworth…we don’t have so much free time we can spend it coming down here to laugh at you.
Edgeworth: …Yes you do.
Phoenix: (Actually, he’s right)

He once said, “I am a man of Science,” expressing his disdain for the illogical and intangible. It is no secret that Miles has a preference of rationality and truth above all. Miles does not easily buy into metaphysical claptrap that his defense counterparts regularly indulge in. While Phoenix can look into the deceptive hearts of others with his glowy-magatama-thing, and Apollo can detect unease in liars with his supernatural gaycelet, Miles Edgeworth’s special power is ‘logic.’ Logic! His special power is using his brain for crying out loud. And his weapon is a chessboard. A ‘Strategist’ if I ever saw one.

Why Miles Edgeworth is NOT an _ _ _ _.

Somewhere I read someone describing Miles as an ENTJ.

Excuse me?! An ‘E?’ Miles? Extroverted? I will not deign to further this nonsense with a response.

Others have likened Miles to being an ISTJ. Being only one letter off, of course he will exhibit many of the characteristics of an ISTJ. But there are some contradictions in this analysis, Your Honor. Let us start by comparing the fundamental basics of each personality type.

The NT temperament is referred to as the ‘Intellectual’ temperament.

“INTJs are natural leaders, although they usually choose to remain in the background until they see a real need to take over the lead.”

The SJ temperament is referred to as the ‘Protector’ temperament.

“ISTJs are very loyal, faithful, and dependable. They place great importance on honesty and integrity. They are “good citizens” who can be depended on to do the right thing for their families and communities.”
Now, there are some qualities here that just doesn’t sit very well with Edgeworth. Even though he is moving more towards the ‘good citizen’ and is not nearly as anal-retentive about his ‘perfect win record,’ he still seems barely concerned about the welfare of others (save for the rare instance of him chartering an overnight, private jet to come to Wright’s aid which he sort of regretted anyway). In other words, I believe our tea-drinking strategist definitely appears to be more of the ‘Intellectual’ than ‘Protector’ temperament.
I think it is about high time to wrap up this case.
Based on above testimonies above, I hereby declare Miles Edgeworth…
Of being a prissy, perfectionist, undersexed INTJ. 
Cue random confetti!! Wtf kind of courtroom is this, anyway?

Talent Agency Scam #2 – One Source Talent

Now here is a situation in which the red flags were flying long before I decided to put it on the shelf – simply because I wanted to experience it long enough to share and gather information for myself.

So, in my search for talent agencies one day, I came across a heavily promoted website (and by this, I mean heavily promoted by themselves. The website shows as one of the top, promoted links on Google.) referred simply as the, ‘One Source Talent’ agency. It stuck out like a sore thumb. Here is where the first red flag came in – unlike most agencies where they’re very selective about submissions and would never deign to have open submissions on to mitigate the flow, OneSource practically had a submission form on the splash page on their website.

So, for the heck of it, I put it a bit of basic information, including a picture. That occurred in the morning. By that very evening, I received a call back. This, needless to say, was the second red flag.

The man on the other end of the line was nice enough. I can’t recall his name, but he claimed that my application was reviewed and that they’d like to see me. Short and sweet. Immediately after speaking with him came an e-mail with all the pertinent information. It was a detailed e-mail – giving directions, assigning me an ‘invitation number,’ and a few ‘industry points,’ which seemed to make quite a bit of sense, really.

So, I got there a half-hour early (and if you know me, that’s tardy), and was met at the lift by a tall, lanky South-Asian fellow who appeared to be going my way. Upon reaching, I was given a clipboard from the receptionist  after being asked for my ‘invitation number,’ with a form requesting my basic information. I was told to go into a large waiting room with many rows of chairs inhabited by a fraction of the people. In the front of the room was a television displaying, “The Devil Wears Prada.”

In due time, I completed my form, submitted it to the receptionist, and was once again requested to wait in the waiting area along with the growing number of people. Then, close to a half-hour later, a young man appeared, called names one-by-one, lined us up, and led us into a hallway in which each person was individually led into a room, had their paper confiscated, and their mugshots snapped. We were led back into the waiting room.

After another 15-or-so minutes of waiting, a young woman appeared. Her name escapes me, and apparently, so did some other relevant information. This is foreshadowing for later, I assure you. She introduced herself and prompted us to drop all and lend her all ears for the following presentation. She went on for about ten minutes about OneSource Talent being one of the leading agencies and that they’ve casted for major companies such as NBC, etc, etc. She spoke incredibly fast.

I was simply asked a couple of shallow questions, such as, “What brought you here today?” “What are your goals?” “Does your family support you doing this?” “Do you have any questions?” and was almost immediately sent on my way with a ‘ticket’ to return the following Monday at 12:00 pm. Wait. That’s it? That was it? I was expecting a long conversation, a major evaluation of my character…something. Not only that, the gal was noticeably rushing through the process and did not care to hear about my extraneous skills.

Oh, man. So many red flags, it’s socialist.

Therein lies the ego-boosting tactic. They tell you that if you are selected, they will let you know. If not, you are more than welcome to call back and ask why. With the shallow line of questioning, anyone would be a shoe-in.

So, Monday morning, I arrived over an hour early, and regardless of the fact that I was scheduled to be there at 12:00 pm, was received almost an hour early, as well. I was brought back to the same room – my ‘personal representative,’ a curly-haired young woman with a face of shape memory alloy set to permanent scowl. She was generally unsmiling and pretty unpleasant to be around.

She presented me with a similar line of shallow questioning, then a small commercial script to practice. It had something to do with allergy medication of some sort. She then left the room for a good while for me to have time to practice the lines. She returned, I dictated.

“What did you think about it?”

“Well, I could do better.” I always say this. I’m the perfectionist-type. There’s always room for improvement in my eyes. She then disappeared for another few minutes, and returned.

“I talked it over with my boss and we are happy to say that you have great potential and we think you would be a great asset to our company.” She handed me an additional sheet of paper in which she prompted me to look over and sign. It was basically a checkbox of requirements. One of which included an agreement to pay the initial $495 start-up fee, along with the additional $39.95 per month.

Ah, so it’s one of those. I see it now. I was waiting for this to happen.

“She did mention it in the

“Did you need to make a phone call? You can ask someone else, and they can provide their information. Perhaps you have a family member that would be willing to help you out?”

“Hm. Can I take this home and think about it?”

“No, this is a one-time offer and it can only be done today.”

I expressed the desire to phone someone and she left me at my devices. That was, of course, a lie, as I had no intention to solicit scam money on my behalf from anyone. I believe I just sat there, pretending to make calls when she returned.

“Well, I am sorry, I cannot seem to reach anyone. The person I was hoping would help has their phone off, ad I promised them that I’d let them know prior to signing something.” I was gauging her for a response.

“It’s your career. If you needed someone else’s permission, they should have come with you. They should be sitting in that chair right beside you.”

“That would be rather difficult, considering that person is in Florida right now,” I retorted.

“I was under the impression that you said your family was okay with this. You are an adult and you shouldn’t have to base your decisions on other people.”

“I am sorry. I just cannot come to such a staunch decision in one day.”

“If you were truly dedicated, it would not be a problem for you.”

“Obviously, I am dedicated. I am just not currently financially able to throw down $500 on a single decision.”

“We are only looking for people who are driven and excited to take their career to a new level,” she bullshitted.

So yes, they are trying to imply that a lack of finances = lack of true ambition. Indeed.

“Look, it’s up to you. You have no resume. This is why we help people with little-to-no experience. If you really don’t want to do that, just tell me. I’ll just wish you luck on your endeavors and you’ll be free to go.”

This is when I became quite annoyed. Excuse me? I have no resume? How did you arrive to that conclusion? Last time I checked myself, I was a professional entertainer with a pretty extensive resume, thank you very much.

So, once again, I confirmed my decline.

“Alright, good luck then, and you can’t audition with us again until another year.”

Pffft. Fine with me. Until then, I’ll be out getting more experience for my nonexistent resume.