Warning: I am not very mean, but the following blog is chock-full of meanness. Reader Discretion is Advised.
I thought my friends were joking when they said Gretchen Baretto has an album coming out. Then this afternoon, i heard her sing (poor me was blogging while my niece was watching Wowowee). Where she got the notion that she can sing is beyond me. She's got the singing prowess of a hippo (no offense to the hippo). Her love song (I think the title is "Please Don't Ask Me") really made me cry (well, cringe is the more appropriate verb). To top off her performance, Willie Revillame came out and praised her singing to high heavens! My God! They should have a mutual admiration club for all the praises they bestowed on her, and vice versa. I hate to be mean, but i heard the neighbor's cat sing better than her. Gretchen, forget about singing. I mean, when Frank Sinatra sings ahead of the orchestra, that's his style. When Gretchen sings ahead of the pre-recorded background music, that's just plain lack of talent. Leave the singing to those that have talent, sweetheart. I am no Simon Cowell, but i think we have another Reynaldo Lapuz in the making. Oooops. Sorry Rey. I didn't mean to insult you by comparing you to her. :)
If you hate someone so badly, send him or her the gift of nausea. Send him/her a Gretchen Baretto Album Today. Oh how unbecoming of me... :)
