It's RAIN-ing Man

In the end, I was part of History, being one of the thousands of people witnessing LIVE the stormy phenomenon that was Rain.

Actually it was more like pouring weather (most dramatically overwrought) one has to weather/wade through in a very expensive porcelain teacup.

There's no doubt Rain IS a very hardworking artiste. But artistes who happen to have a taut physique and tighter tush are a dime a dozen. Likewise, I'm sure Aaron Kwok can't fare any lesser himself on the dance floor (Who am I kidding? Aaron wins hands down anyday. And then there's Jolin who reigns supreme over the two). It's just that not every talented artiste has the fortune have the management backing him all the way and willing to pull all strings and leave no unturned stone ie to 砸钱 and 打造 a superstar and an international one at that.

The concert production is superb and I surmise, to cost the sky (duh but obviously, where else can rain come from?). I was entertained for a while but became more and more restless as the concert paced on, reveling in its own glitz and splendour. It was 疲劳轰炸: the excellent (world class!!!) graphics, polished (but nothing exceptional) choreography, repeated pyros that seemed to go off every now and then, the constant peekaboos (disappearing/descending into this platform and reappearing/acending from another). I was visually and aurally fatigued, and secretly pleased when the self-maturbatory concert drew to a less-than-shatteringly-orgasmic close. Yay!

Besides, there's only so much sweet talk I can endure without screaming and running away. He's always uttering mushy, metrosexual lines like: I love you, you are all my babies and so I was ewwww-ed. Anyway I give him credit for learning English and I shall give him more time to memorise/practise his loverboy repertoire. But. Ewwww. Even if he's trying to prove figuratively that he's the gushing Rain. But. Never mind me. There are tons of fans who lapped up and screamed, "You are so hot". Sigh. I don't find Rain that hot. Our nearest local equivalent in terms of face and physique that bears the uncanny resemblance to Rain would be Citibank face James Lye. And I'm fair, for I don't find James hot either (give me Lim Yu Beng any day). For the record, Rain and James are also disconcertingly hairless, as far and the underarms and chest are concerned. I'm no expert in other areas.

(Strangely, I preferred Rain when he sings ballads, never mind I know not a single song of his and that I don't understand Korean at all).

While I am no fan, I did squeeze through the crowds to grab a piece of Rain merchandise, actually some. 3 x$8 hp danglies: two for my surrogate mums and one for my sis and for myself: a Rain pendant that costs $50. Okay you can call me mad but I figure since my ticket was not self-funded, I should contribute a little to the merchandising revenue, yes?

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It's also raining men because my schoolgirl crush invited me to go dragon-boating with him. My first thought was horrifically honest and unbecoming: Yay, dragonboat hunks! And exciting images of incredibly buffed and tanned men (perfect pecs and veiny arms!) parading topless and in stylishly fitted berms come to mind. And these images, mind you, are really realistic, real enough lar. I have seen enough dragon boaters on campus to opine on them :)

Of course the catch is I'm someone who absolutely withers in the sun, and I mean WITHERS. And since I never get tanned, just ranging from red to chao da red and becoming increasingly (and un-cutely) freckled in the whole sunny process, I should just stay away from sunlight altogether.

Then again, since the crush asked, and this is an interesting activity, dragonboating, and I can always run away after one lesson, I am thinking why not.

On other men: Mr Dimples is out of the jurisdiction for a couple of weeks. So. We did watch My Fair Lady before he left though. And then I realised at this point there's no other men. Sob.

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Wacky day at work in a good way. I made a beeline for the room where the crush was housed to check on his latest work for me and made a few vaguely negative comments before I turned to leave.

The Crush *quitely indignant*: Wait, don't go!!! Why do you call this a "work-in-progress"?

Me: Erm, because you are a perfectionist what. Everything is always a "work-in-progress". Anyway the colours are splotchy can. I don't like. Nevertheless, you are entitled to defend your work and justify its merits to me.

The crush eyed me suspiciously. Heh of course I was mocking. Well, anyway he started changing the colour scheme and I sat down patiently to wait for the revised masterpiece.

The Crush: How's this?

Me: *oops started to laugh uncontrollably*

Me: Well, this looks like she's some celestial being living on clouds. She's Mother Earth!!!

The crush snorted. I believe it was to hide a guffaw.

Then I sought the unnecessary third opinion of our neighbouring producer and laughter increased threefold.

The Crush: Argh. Let's just burn this and say Mother Earth made it go up in flames.

I don't think the crush was crushed but it was damn funny. Even though the puzzled reader probably can't tell because this is written too out of context.