Unexpected Bliss – part 2

Part 2


… so the night of Lady Gaga’s concert went more than expected.


Let’s start the story with a little flash back. I wont go into much detail as this might disclose my true identity. 😛


The night before the concert, I remembered this guy way back in college. I was on my freshman and he was a senior – a graduating student. 


How we met is kinda unexpected and I can’t really give in the details but he was the one approached me and that was the first time someone did that – knowing how snob, stiff and introvert I am.


The story didn’t last that long as he was about to graduate from college, we only meet once a week for 1.5 months since he was already preparing for his ojt and commencement exercises.


After his graduation, we lost contacts. No nothing.


I admit it was a puppy love.. now a more appropriate connotation – “teenage dream”

There wasn’t a year that I cannot think of him until I finally moved on and just think of it as a perfect teenage experience.


Until the night before Lady Gaga’s concert. I suddenly remembered him, trying to search his name on Facebook and even Google but to no results.


The night of the concert came and we were upgraded to the second highest class seating available. The concert started and in the middle of the fun, I randomly starred down and made an eye contact to this guy, he was also starring at me and to my surprise he was at the same event too. My excitement was like an airplane running 500kph.


We made signs to meet up at the entrance door after the concert but since the arena was so crowded, we lost each other and had no opportunity to talk. My heart felt bad – a feeling of grief and lost chance.


It was late at night when I got home from the concert and still pursued to search him on Facebook… suddenly his profile appeared and hurriedly sent a friend request. He immediately approved it so he was online. 


We finally talked and had a catch up to what’s new… 


too bad, he has a partner. 


I was baffled.


Still, I am so happy that these happened. I am still thankful that I went to Lady Gaga’s concert and seen this guy for the longest time. Of all the places and instances.


I’m still grateful – a bliss.

Unexpected Bliss – part 1

One of my bucket list is to watch a concert. I haven’t watched any not even the local artists. 


The first time Lady Gaga went here, I already planned of going but to no company.. I decided not to go. This was again tested when Katy Perry went to the country again for her Teenage Dream tour.


This bucket list was fulfilled when Lady revisited the country for her Born This Way Ball 2012. 


I actually don’t have the urge of going but the day before the concert, a close friend of mine invited me to go with him and see the controversial artist. I was aloof that time since I was like isolating myself from the outside world.


I asked mt friend if I have to pay for it and abruptedly he said “FREE BITCH”. I never hesitated to since it’s free… hey regardless if the ticket is the farthest and the most atop place of the arena I would still go. 


The night came and no preparation was made since I came from work – It was a Tuesday so I need to be in my formal office wear. Completely weird right.


We arrived a bit early at the arena and people started to swarm. As the entrance gates were opened, I already felt the excitement and chills on my skin.


We were at the general admission seats, like 5-6 stories high from the stage. Ok, I don’t expect to see her in person but at least I still manage to see an international artist live and moving while singing and danicing. 


The fun part just gets more exciting, my friend went to the comfort room and he he got back, his extremely excited look came my way. I asked what’s wrong and  he immediately pulled my hand and asked to just follw him. We we running from 4th floor down to 2nd 1st floor. He screamed that we were chosen for a free seat upgrade, which was just beside the stage.


Oh my god, that really brought my adrenaline to the highest level. We ran to the place and happily sat down and the party started.


It may seem like a cliche, but I was like a teenage girl shouting for Backstreet Boys or some boyband. I was like dancing, shouting and singing at the time of the concert. My vocal chords were like fractured to an extent that I can no longer express my happiness. 


The night went more than expected……


(part 2)