Can't be Tamed? Obviously. . .

Oh Miley. I just recently watched "Can't be Tamed" by Miley Cyrus music video on YouTube. I suppose the song speaks for itself. This was a whole other level of Miley that her fans have never seen. For better or for worse? Well for worse...
1. She was definitely more exposed than any of her previous costumes.
2. She danced suggestively with both male and female dancers in a cage (I recall toward the beginning of the video a male dancer putting his hand on Miley's chest and her slapping it away).

But then again, there's always some better...
1. The concept of the vidoes was fantastic without all the exposure and uncalled for sexualness
2. The set design was also georgeous and I liked the vintage "King Kong" feel at the beginning.

I wonder if she thought of the concepts herself. If she did, brava! I like the way she thinks. But personally, the choreography for Miley dancing solo was a bit too boring for my taste. And when dealing with a large group of dancers, you MUST make sure that everyone is on point on the same counts. I think Miley could've handled much more difficult dance moves and perhaps she needs to get rid of a few of her backup dancers. What was kind of funny to me was that she was always dancing suggestively with girls around. This vidoe has caused a lot of different opinions to come out in the comment section not to mention a whole heck of a lot of hits (14,297,772 so far). I think people with all these negative comments are seeing this through the eyes of the 'Hannah Montana' era (including myself, I can't lie). We are thinking that her younger group of Hannah fans certainly would be surprised to see her this way (not to mention their mothers!). I do remember that Miley has been trying to inch away from Disney for quite some time now. That, I do not think is very kind considering that they're the ones who gave you all this success. But who am I to speak. I do not know what battles they've had with Disney, or even troubles behind miss Hannah Montana. I miss the old Disney! I'm talkin' the best of the best Disney cartoons people! I don't think Walt would be very happy with what Disney Channel has turned into. And I dont think Miley's daddy, Billy Ray Cyrus would be very happy with the video.

"Hey. I'm in the area. Wanna meet up?"

When someone asks you that that you met off facebook, you should say no. When someone texts you that, there's a problem for mainly one of two reasons. Ahem:
1. THATS FREAKING WEIRD
Common sense, right? My sis is dealing with one of the worst stalkers in the history of stalking. I can already tell he's like 52 with his fingers on the keyboard in one hand and some sort of drug in the other. Damn, the world's full of little nasties, isn't it? Well, if you'll excuse me, I have to go verbally save my big sister throught a text message to the creep. This should be good.

Much Love,
MNT

'Summer lovin' had me a blast'

"Summer lovin' happened so fast!" oh, Grease has been on a continuous loop inside my head. Speakin of summer lovin', I found some great deals at the mall on summery items.
Picture #1: Zebra burnout Tee at Aeropostale for 10$!!! (I got some orange dance shorts for the same price but the picture's not included)
Picture #2: Wakiki Sunset romper at Forever 21 for about 10$ too!!!

I was very happy with my buys and I just wanted to share them real quickly. But seriously people, you'll find the cutest things for the cheapest prices if you look hard enough. I should be doin' math right now 'cause I've got a ton of it but I took the time to write this. Yeah, YOUR WLCOME. Actually, It should be I thanking you. You gave me a reason to get out of math=).

Much X's and O's,
MNT

Life + Love = Hapiness

"My whole life has changed,
Since you came in, I knew back then.
You were that special one,
I'm so in love, so deep in love.
You make my life complete,
You are so sweet,
No one competes.
Glad you came into my life,
You blind me with your love.
With you I have no sight."

Ahhhhh love <3. That was 'Differences' by Genuwine. Lub lub luuuub it! It makes you feel all floaty inside. Wellllll, it's so lovely yet extremely sad to say summer is ticking closer. Lovely because... well it's summer and extremely sad because I'll have to say buh byeee to one of the best things that ever happened to me. No lie. I have been so happy since the very first dance in November. Right after we danced to... GASP Differences!!!!!! He asked me, and basically I've been on Cloud 9 since then. But I s'pose it's not like he's dying. I'll at least get to text him. But still, it's not the same as having my arms wrapped around him. A very wise person told me (yes, I'm talkin to you Ria) "Hold onto him." Well honey, I'd glue him to my side if I could. Although I don't think that's legal. I grown so much in my feelings for him. And though people say I'm shy about him (which I am, I wont lie. He's frickin georgeous!)theres something they don't see. A lovely little look he gives me. One we exchange throughout the day. And I know that there is something there. I'll be there till the day he tells me to get lost. Cross my heart.
More and more things are just getting out of hand in the world, period. When was the last time you heard something good on the newscast? For anyone reading this: be sure to share a smile. That's all we need sometimes. Better yet, why don't we just love. Life's too short to stay upset with things. Life + Love = Happiness. Don't cha get it?

Picture above: Thomas Kinkade Princess and the Frog painting.


Much love,
MNT

Shut up, Costume!!!

Oh, that is disgusting. As I put my costume away in the closet, my eyes drift to the metalic hot pink and white polka dot latex leotard/skirt with the matching belt and shimmies (actual picture up above although, it's missing some pieces). . . AKA Recital costume for 2006. . . AKA the one I never wore because I was sick. And this STUPID costume is haunting me in the closet. As I run my finger over every sparkly rhinestone, it says in a taunting voice "Your such a wimp! I cannot believe you didn't wear me because of a simple sickness! Pathetic!!!". It is literally shouting at me. And this dance was glow-in-the-freaking-dark. The way the stage manager sets that up is brilliant. And how ironic: my sister danced a glow-in-the-dark segment in one of her performances this past review. That should have been my Glow, sis! That's my dark! Awwwell. Still, this darn costume is more annoying than Fred on YouTube.
I felt so so awful sitting in my sick bed the night of recitals. Mother had been on a rush of driving here and there and asked me (with absolutely no compassion at all)
"Are you sure you can do this [perform. She meant perform]?" I was hesitant at first, terrified she would get mad at me. So I merely brimmed my eyes with tears and pouted, looking at her. I expected a little too much. I expected her to sweet-talk me and say it was okay and make me lie down and put a thermometer in my mouth. But instead, all I got was an unsympathetic,
"I know." followed by the coldest hug you could ever imagine. It made me even sicker especially considering the fact that Mrs. Gentry would have to fill my spot onstage. I'm always in the front! That whole year we practiced where we'd be on stage, our smiles, even our mess-ups. And now, I wouldn't even have the chance to put on nylons, makeup, hairspray, the works! My taps were really mad at me too. They had worked so hard all year, getting everything right. And there I sat on recital night eating Goldfish crackers, taps away in their bag. It just was completely awful timing for a cold. Don't get me wrong! I'm not dissing my mother. Ha, the thought. But sadly, those little hurtful things stuck in my mind. My mind. . . and every single polka dot in that costume.

REALLY NOW?!?!

(I highly recommend you finding the video on YouTube so you could get a better drift of my words unless perhaps you had heard the story on the morning news)

A group of five girls at the age of seven performed a "controversial" jazz number to Beyonce's 'Single Ladies' at the World of Dance Competition. Starting off on a good note, you could see they had fantastic talent and potential in the dancing career. Personally, I absolutely loved they're flawless pirouette's. It's just too darn bad these girls COMPLETELY TRASHED THEMSELVES at an international gathering. I have been a jazz dancer since I was five and trust me, this was far different from any routine I ever performed at the age of seven, mind you. This is literally what they were wearing:
1. Dance kick pant w/ promiscuous ruffles
2. A spaghetti-strap mid-drift bra
3. And a pound of makeup.
The makeup however, I can understand. Dancers are required to wear a lot of makeup because if you don't, the stage lights completely block you out. But people: those darling little girls could have pulled off an (ahem) less revealing costume and still would have done amazing. But as if the costume weren't enough, right? Well apparently, whomever choreographed this dance needed to add some gyrating and down-right dirty moves for these seven-year-old girls to perform at the World of Dance. Now, I don't blame the girls. They probably didn't have a clue that what they were doing was wrong. You can tell they are having fun onstage, which of course is what dance is all about. I blame the people *cough parents cough cough* who encourage them to perform this way, leading their potentially spectacular dancing future into all the wrong directions. What bothers me the most is that this routine was performed at the World of Dance Competition, meaning different types of dances from around the world, all beautiful in their own way with talent bursting from the performers. And then we have this little number. Again I say, they were amazingly talented (in fact, I was quite jealous of all their non-stripper/porn star moves) but... there's a line when it comes to basic human modesty. Considering their age and everything else I mentioned, I do believe that the line was crossed. I hope this is not what the world thinks of when they hear "jazz dancing" nowadays. Jazz dancing can be absolutely wonderful and razzle-dazzle, without all the ass-poppin' and what not. So all I need to say is, this is certainly NOT the way dancers should be turning into for the youth of our country.

Love Past the Bars

-A fictional story through the eyes of one prisoner and finding love in the most unlikely places: Alcatraz Penitentiary-

Chapter 1
Ticking, as if on a coaster at Coney Island; I walk in, turn around, and BANG right in my face followed by the musical jingle of hard, rough keys. And just like that, I had been locked in Solitary Confinement in Alcatraz Penitentiary. Let me take you to where this all started; the day was April 17th, 1942. We was at lunch in the dining hall, also known as the most dangerous place in all of Alcatraz. Not so much the dining hall, but the kitchen. The bastard says to me,
"Frank, you've got yourself a letter." No one had written me since the very first day I entered this hell hole. Addressed on the front of the letter was 'Susan Ardell'. That was my mother-in-law. What the hell was she writing me for? She hated my guts ever since I married Catherine. Oh, my sweet Cathrine. She had visited me about two months back for the seventh time. I've been counting. I had no idea what her mother wanted from me, but I was about to find out. I opened the damned thing nonchalantly. And I swear to god, the letter looked exactly like this, plain as day:

Frank,
Catherine is dead. She died in a car crash just this morning. We'll have her funeral Thursday. Have fun in there, you son of a bitch. You ain't gonna have any visitors now.

Susan A.

I sat there looking at the letter quivering in my hand, and I started crying uncontrollably like a baby. Howled, I did, cradling my stomach as if I were to fall apart. My love is dead. That ain't true! It just can't be. I can still smell her perfume, musty and rosy on every blonde curl on her head. Sweet as honeysuckle that girl is... was. The men point at me and jeer.
"Aye, whatsa madder, Frank?"
"Ya, Frankie? What? Did you look in the mirror for the first time?"
"Don't tell me, yo mamma dead, ain't she?" They all laughed. Heartless bastards. By then, I had lost it. Too late, fellas. I had lost it long ago. They just reminded me of who I was. I ran to the kitchen passing them cooks and grabbed the butcher knife. I don't even remember how it happened, but I ended up hackin' old Mack (from that day known on as the "Hacked Mack" incident). And that's how I ended up here in this box. And I'll never see Catherine again?! What's to live for? At least they can't take away no memories o' mine.