Hazia’s Reflections

Hey, I’m on holiday in the Lion City. I initially planned to stay away from technology and connection but this was such a big disappointment that I had to get it out now. Well, let’s just say after various recommendations plus several criticisms, I caught the show, in fact I just got back to my hotel.

Hope the Frenchs won’t hang me for saying this;) Pardon my lack of taste and appreciation for L’Art Du Nu - I didn’t find it cheap but I found it amusingly silly:) The first thought that came to mind was ‘who came out with this stupid idea in the first place’? I had to restrain myself from even gigling because that would lead to uncontrollable, hysterical laughter:) It was like watching a badly written comedy. Worse than pornography, at least porno’s not funny!

Not to mention, I think there were way too many boobs and bums at one sighting. As I sat there at the blood red-themed lounge, feeling like being part of an old movie - actually that was the only thing I liked about it, the deco -  pondering on what was wrong with the picture in front of me…Then I realised…the dancers! They weren’t excellent, they weren’t even good! Mann!

Great dancers are hypnotic, they’d have your eyes fixed on them, with or without clothes. They’d draw you in, make you feel the energy, the zest! As for these chicks, despite sitting right infront, I didn’t feel anything. It was like they were doing it half-heartedly…I don’t know…maybe it was the result of facing day after day after day of unenthusiastic, less than half filled audience…they weren’t graceful or passionate at all…Or maybe, Paris has kept its best for itself?;)

Dalam Bahasa Malaysianya, keras dan kaku, separuh hati, tidak menjiwai, macam melepaskan batuk di tangga…maaflah tak cukup perkatan dalam Inggeris nak menyampaikan.

Oh boy, the horse is crazy alright!