Bi-Rain

By that time there were only the xpensive tix left. But my major problem is, who's gonna go wt me? Asked around in the office. I work in a broadcast station, Rain is an international star. Come on! Truly there must be someone who wants to see him perform. Somebody mentioned about someone who's apparently a big fan of Rain. Ok i thought, this might be my lucky day. Called her up, would you like to go to Rain's concert wt me? After 3 mins of hearing about i love his body, the way he tear off his clothes bla! bla! ..Yeah i know it's difficult to get tix at this time around but if i manage to secure it will you come? But to my disappointment she's has budget constraint and she would rather buy his concert dvd and see him tear his clothes over and over again. Well, i guess our interest are different although the subject is the same.

So back to square one. Everyone around me either waiting for free tix or wants me to sponsor them a ticket. Yeah right!! Desperate, i went to the net searching frantically for some light about the concert and the tix availability and also more of my new found quest called Rain.

Then the truth hits me...it hits me bad

In my pursuit to know more of Bi (now i know how he's known in his native S. Korea), i went to some local and foreign blogs and what i found scared me. Not due to whatever Rain facts that were written or video clips or his biography but the fact that I think I'm the only 30+ woman in the site. It is full with young teenage school girls...

God, I never felt so old in my entire life!!!

It is so hard to participate in the communication since everyone went goo goo ga ga over his killer smile and his body. So what do you like about Rain ? (i'm not qualified to call him Bi oppa, since i'm older than him). Well, i love all 14 tracks in his 4th album, good voice, excellent dance moves since i'm also into Timberlake and Usher, his looks has matured and of cos his promise to his mom and the fact that he doesn't smoke or drink. Hah! Imagine the look of all these girls?? I cringed imagining if the conversation ever takes place. Which century are you from, they might asked me.

So i buried my fascination and frustration..i buried it deep..but maybe not deep enough.

To be continued..