Mesmerising Account
Note: I had a good laugh while reading this translated post at soompi.
Mesmerizing Account
10 Sep 2005
Tao Jie of Apple Daily (Mcwriter@Apple Daily)
Credits: shelleyshea @ baidu.com// Jinlees @ soompi
Ch to Eng: Rayndrop
The popularity of Korean newcomer, Rain, is rapidly escalating. Anybody figured out why, yet?
Rain's not good-looking at all. What he has, though is youth. A lift of his head, a pout of those lips and a cool "I-can't-be-bothered" look. It’s pretty annoying actually, but he follows that with a smile and a bite of his lips—his aloofness was just a joke. All women in this world fall for that kind of a face-changing playfulness and warmth.
Whether it's the 80-year-old granny, or the 8-yr-old girl, Rain is the highest common divisor in their minds. In the eyes of the old grandmother, he is the grandson who is about to enter university this year. Looking at him, she reminisces. It's almost like yesterday that she was still teaching the plump toddler his first steps in the park.
To the housewife, Rain is the son who is growing up into a fine adult every day. It's the age for this son to have his first girlfriend outside, and Rain evokes the vulnerability and jealousy of all housewives in the world—such a fine piece of work which she has painstakingly cultivated, who is soon to be snatched away by some strange young girl. She loves and hates this at the same time, and 70% of this jealousy comes from the unwillingness to let go. She makes him a bowl of soup, but it gradually turns cold on the dining table. This son who is starting to only come home after midnight strikes.
To the 28 year old single woman, she hopes to be able to be sexually harassed by Rain (Translator: I can’t stop laughing here). Those single-lid eyes emit a wildness that says "I don't want to go home". Rain is the dream lover of all those seeking an "elder sister - younger brother" kind of love. She loves his cheekiness and his wildness, his immense need for you to take care of him. In the night where there's no moonlight, although wearing a pair of Nikes, he'll quiet down, lie on the couch and leave you sitting on the carpet. He'll listen thoughtfully as you recount how you were broken-hearted in that sad relationship you once had. You'll be shocked at how quiet he is this evening, such a different person from his usual bouncy self. He is no love expert, but he will sigh heavily and wipe that tear from the corner of your eyes. Then he'll walk quietly into the kitchen and make you a mug of home-made hot lemon honey drink.
As for 18 year old girl, Rain is really quite a bad-boy, but in such a suave and sophisticated way. He'll be holding his luggage and waiting by the lamp-post outside your window, whistling to you in the night and asking you elope with him. Jump into that old Rover convertible, and only then will he announce he has but three thousand Taiwan dollars with him. In the moon light that night that hangs in the atmosphere like a layer of mint scent, to Taoyuan or Miaoli, Jiayi or Tainan…you'll follow him anywhere. All because that night at the dance floor, the way he shook his butt captivated you so.
To all the women in the world, Rain is a beautiful hoax. Those wanderers' eyes of his, those pouty lips, his abandoned primal dance steps, and that broad seductive chest of his…like a wild forest fire; how did all these get together in this fine piece of work? After careful thinking, you suddenly realize, "can all these be true?" and it dawns on you that all these are just feelings. But women need this little piece of oasis where the sun shines; when it's the dry, dull desert surrounding us, we crave for the cool, neutering rain, just like his name; a resonating word to stay in our minds and memories for good.
Mesmerizing Account
10 Sep 2005
Tao Jie of Apple Daily (Mcwriter@Apple Daily)
Credits: shelleyshea @ baidu.com// Jinlees @ soompi
Ch to Eng: Rayndrop
The popularity of Korean newcomer, Rain, is rapidly escalating. Anybody figured out why, yet?Rain's not good-looking at all. What he has, though is youth. A lift of his head, a pout of those lips and a cool "I-can't-be-bothered" look. It’s pretty annoying actually, but he follows that with a smile and a bite of his lips—his aloofness was just a joke. All women in this world fall for that kind of a face-changing playfulness and warmth.
Whether it's the 80-year-old granny, or the 8-yr-old girl, Rain is the highest common divisor in their minds. In the eyes of the old grandmother, he is the grandson who is about to enter university this year. Looking at him, she reminisces. It's almost like yesterday that she was still teaching the plump toddler his first steps in the park.
To the housewife, Rain is the son who is growing up into a fine adult every day. It's the age for this son to have his first girlfriend outside, and Rain evokes the vulnerability and jealousy of all housewives in the world—such a fine piece of work which she has painstakingly cultivated, who is soon to be snatched away by some strange young girl. She loves and hates this at the same time, and 70% of this jealousy comes from the unwillingness to let go. She makes him a bowl of soup, but it gradually turns cold on the dining table. This son who is starting to only come home after midnight strikes.
To the 28 year old single woman, she hopes to be able to be sexually harassed by Rain (Translator: I can’t stop laughing here). Those single-lid eyes emit a wildness that says "I don't want to go home". Rain is the dream lover of all those seeking an "elder sister - younger brother" kind of love. She loves his cheekiness and his wildness, his immense need for you to take care of him. In the night where there's no moonlight, although wearing a pair of Nikes, he'll quiet down, lie on the couch and leave you sitting on the carpet. He'll listen thoughtfully as you recount how you were broken-hearted in that sad relationship you once had. You'll be shocked at how quiet he is this evening, such a different person from his usual bouncy self. He is no love expert, but he will sigh heavily and wipe that tear from the corner of your eyes. Then he'll walk quietly into the kitchen and make you a mug of home-made hot lemon honey drink.
As for 18 year old girl, Rain is really quite a bad-boy, but in such a suave and sophisticated way. He'll be holding his luggage and waiting by the lamp-post outside your window, whistling to you in the night and asking you elope with him. Jump into that old Rover convertible, and only then will he announce he has but three thousand Taiwan dollars with him. In the moon light that night that hangs in the atmosphere like a layer of mint scent, to Taoyuan or Miaoli, Jiayi or Tainan…you'll follow him anywhere. All because that night at the dance floor, the way he shook his butt captivated you so.
To all the women in the world, Rain is a beautiful hoax. Those wanderers' eyes of his, those pouty lips, his abandoned primal dance steps, and that broad seductive chest of his…like a wild forest fire; how did all these get together in this fine piece of work? After careful thinking, you suddenly realize, "can all these be true?" and it dawns on you that all these are just feelings. But women need this little piece of oasis where the sun shines; when it's the dry, dull desert surrounding us, we crave for the cool, neutering rain, just like his name; a resonating word to stay in our minds and memories for good.
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