ODCD No More

Tuesday, May 27, 2014 0 Comments A+ a-

Hello internet! As I'm sure I would just bore everyone if I explain my long absence, I'll get straight to the point of this blog post.

ODCD stands for One Direction Concert Depression (catchy, huh?). Yes, well, I've been suffering from this depression ever since they announced that this certain British-Irish band is coming to Manila. I should be happy, right? I waited more than three years for this opportunity and I've gone through countless fights with haters from school (not physical fights though, I'm small and lanky for crying out loud), so shouldn't I be celebrating?


Why? Because shortly after that glorious announcement, they released an official date for the ticket sales. Which was set FOUR DAYS AFTER. Yepp, they didn't give me a year or a month or a week to save up, they gave me 4 DAYS.

I know, I know, you're probably going "Then why didn't you save up before the announcement, girly?"

I've been saving up for concert tickets ever since I joined this fandom and I'm not even halfway to 17,000 Philippines pesos yet.

But, my parents knew how much I wanted to go, so they were ready to pay 3,750 pesos for a Gold Ticket. I researched on it and it's pretty far from the stage, and I had this sort of belief that if you are going to a concert, you better get yourself to the front row because what's a concert when you can only see heads of the people in the crowd? And I'm kind of one to never settle for less.

Anyway, so yeah, I went along sulking and begging and pleading and a LOT of crying until the day of the ticket sales came and I realized WHY AM I DOING THIS TO MYSELF?

I wiped my tears, stood up (okay maybe I stayed in bed for a few minutes more), walked out of my room, walked into my parents room and I proudly declared:

"I love One Direction more than you can imagine. I've been in this fandom for three years and counting. I know that you're always saying that this is just a phase, but you have to realize that it's not. Just because they aren't wearing capes does not mean they can't be my heroes. They were there when almost everyone wasn't. I didn't buy their albums to look at their faces, I bought it for the music. I loved them for the music. They're not just a boy band to me.


I also love myself and you guys. I'm thankful that you were willing to give what you can. I know 17 thousand is a lot and no, I'm not here to ask for it. I'm here to let you know that I don't want to go to a two-hour concert that will probably just feel like a particle of sand when I look back 5 to 6 years from now. I appreciate the money you make and the hours you sacrifice to work for it and I don't want it to go to waste. I'm not going.

Oh and good morning."

My mom and dad just sat there, gaping at me. They later thanked me though and I had some kind of a two hour talk with them how soon when I get myself a job I'll be able to do what I want to, but for now I just have to study really hard.

Fast forward to the end of the day, the ticket sales came on the news and there were about a hundred teenage girls crying because the TICKETS SOLD OUT. Yepp, it was that fast. Even the parents of the girls were crying.

As I sat there, watching them, I seriously thought:

"I am SO glad I'm not going."

That last line would've been an amazing last liner for this blog post, but I have one last thing to say.


So, now, I don't know how to feel about that.

*sigh* But right now I'm just going to enjoy the last of my donut and click that little publish button. :)

Oh and it feels right to say it's good to be back. :D

Check out the new blog look! I changed the template into a simpler one and also changed the header. Don't mind my face, that's just a temporary thing until I figure out what I can put on that circular frame. :)

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