“… I can’t believe I’m going to Rain’s Concert…”
I imagine that hot blooded females clutching that rectangular slip from SISTIC worth between $188 to $888 will be shouting that line with lots of emotion and plenty of exclaimation marks.
I muttered the same line with a hint of disbelief and ended with a fullstop.
It actually took them ten minutes of solid persuasion before I accepted the two tickets worth $488 each. Now, before you people stone me to death because of my apparent arrogance and ignorance, the deal is this. If I get invited, I either accept or decline. There’s no such thing as taking the tickets and passing them on. Not to mention trying to sell $488 tickets at a discounted price outside the stadium.
I didn’t want to waste the tickets, because, erm, I only know TWO of his songs lor- It’s Raining, where he makes hissing sounds, and I Do, cos that song was featured in the concert advertisment. And I have not watched any of his dramas. In fact, I wasn’t sure how he actually looked like until last night. Hahaha.
I didn’t fall asleep during the show, as I feared. Nor did I walk out halfway during the show, as I said I might if I got too bored.
I was trying my best to stay away from my date for the evening. Not only did Miss Ripple Sim suggest we wear raincoats to Rain’s concert, she was shouting into my ears every other minute. And she was asking aloud every other second when Rain would strip. I was hoping the female dancers didn’t understand English, cos she was cursing at them when they got too close to her Rain.
*slaps forehead*
While several media reps who watched him in Hong Kong last year gave Rain average reviews for the performance last evening, I was impressed and awed by his showmanship and ultra slick moves.
Sut sut!
Others may appreciate true blue vocal powerhouses planting themselves on the stage (for most of the night) and belting out hits after hits, I’m a sucker for lots of action and pattern more than badminton at a concert.
Sut sut!
Edit: At least five people saw my post concert interview on TV news and commented in a most brutal manner that I was most unglam.
I’m so hurt.
Hahahaha.
What!?!?!?! I went to watch a concert, not to be watched!
And why is that no one interviews me when I’m all dressed up? And why do I met a reporter I know when I’m not dressed up?
Oh well, that’s life 
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