Friday, January 06, 2006
Rain Rain Go Away
Haven't wrote anything for a couple of weeks now. I had meant to but I just kept delaying. Meant to do a review of last year (Resolutions fulfilled, movies that touched me, things that had happened and all) but oh well, I guess I'd push that to the weekend when I have the time. Or rather when I bother to.
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You know, I've been bombarded by rain lately. No escape, kinda like TVMobile. It's everywhere I turn.
Jean Grey has been obssessing about this slit-eyed Korean love-machine Rain since I came back from my extended break away from Office. She talks so much about him that now, I know about Rain as much as I know about Lin Chiling. And let's face it, listening about some Korean guy with a huge chest isn't half as fun as listening about some Taiwanese chick with a huge chest so I'm praying that some chap in the Office will soon engage me in an extended discussion on Chiling. Mercy mercy.
Anyway, talk about rain. The situation is so bad that not only do I have to listen about him in the Office, but outside the office, it was actually bloody raining too. Damn. It's like 2006 is the curse of the rain for me. It's not only raining outside the Office, it's Raining in it too.
Rain...
And more rain.
Talking about the guy, because Jean Grey practically played ONE of his albums for an entire day, I am also well acquainted with his music. It's sounds like fairly formulaic R&B to me, with about one song catching my attention. Actually, what really caught my attention was his voice.
Correct me if I am wrong and I think Jean Grey would be the first to do so but he sounded a bit like Andy Lau to me. A smoother and less mumbling Andy Lau but Andy Lau no less.
I don't know whether that is a compliment or not. Ok, it really ISN'T a compliment. We all know what Andy sounds like, don't we? A Hokkien songster who, somehow, only does Mandarin and Cantonese pop. And the way he sings, it sounds like he's got sixteen apples stuffed in his mouth. At least Rain only sounds like he got two apples stuffed in his gap.
Potrait of a 50-year-old elderly fart trying to act cute...go apply for your senior citizen's card lah.
Still, more on Rain. Jean Grey mentioned about his concert and one particular segment. There was this catwalk which extended out into the audience. At the end of it, was a smaller expanded space where presumably Rain struts his stuff and whips infantile, nubile and geriatric Korean girls into wild frenzy.
It is at this space where Rain, dressed in a white (presumably translucent) shirt will sing a nice touching song while being drenched in artificial rain. No doubt soaking his nice, translucent, white shirt into a rag and presumably exposing his wet, glistening six pack (六粒）and two points （两点） to the overwhelming ecstasy and rapture of anything with XX or XXY chromosomes. Jean Grey helpfully adds that it's a sight to marvel. Of course, it is, Jean. I am also amazed he didn't get electrocuted by the mic.
Ok, cool it cool it, chabos. I know I got you all hot and bothered with my sexy and titillating description of Bi or Rain or whatever-the-fcuk-his-name-is but I do have a curiosity. Two in fact.
First, why would anyone associate a nice, touching song with wet shirts, six packs and two points? Couldn't he have just sung the song with his shirt dry? What's so touching about a wet t-shirt anyway? I know it's touchy but touching?
Secondly, I really do think any celebrity young and nubile, dressed in white translucence and wet to the skin will be a sight to behold. Ooooh, imagine Chiling dressed in white translucence and then drenched with water...yum yum yum. Argh, stop it lah. Cannot tahan liao lah...
Ok, folks, for all you girls out there, I present to you a great pic of Rain from the concert as I just mentioned above. Dressed in white and wet to the bone. Wet and glistening. Sexy sexy sexy. 读我的blog就是有福利的.
