Mama, I wanna be a dancer.

Last weekend, I was watching a show in Genting Highlands called 'Mysteria'.... The million ringgit production (They repeated this statement at least 15 times throughout the show.... yawn....

Anyways, it's a nice combination of circus like acrobatic show by a group of little chinese girls, some Las Vegas costumes and dances, 2 tigers (that was shown for a grandtotal of 5 minutes), some chop up your assistant, stab her with swords, and burn her with fire kind of magic show....

While we were all settled at our seats waiting for the show to start, out came some introduction for the show.... 'Genting is proud to present.... Mysteria... yada yada yada.... a multi million ringgit... yada yada..... please do not take pics and videos.... yada yada.... let the journey begin....
*APPLAUSE*.... then *SILENCE...... nothing happened, no tiger, no china girl, not even a measly ball-juggling clown....
5 mins later, the same annoucement.... 'let the journey begin'..... again, no clowns.....
and again 5 mins later... and finally after 4 false starts.... the show begins.....


(managed to sneak in a few shots here and there)

The show was good, nice acrobatic stuff, cool magic, but the one thing you come to realize in a show like this, is the stuff they dress.... I think the prerequisite for being a dancer is that you absolutely have to have a flat stomach (that rules out 90% of us flabbery folks)..... nobody covers their flat, washboard abs.... sure as hell gives people inferiority complex....

Bottom line is..... to look like this!


You got to dance like this!