So, this is a continuation of my previous story about how One Ok Rock completely ruined me (in the best way possible). If you haven’t read part one, you can find it [here]. But today, we’re diving into what happened after that 2023 fateful concert—aka the moment my life choices took a dramatic, fangirl-fueled turn.
Let’s just say, if I thought I was obsessed with One Ok Rock before the second concert, I had grossly underestimated myself. Because what came next? That was next-level devotion.
Suddenly, they were the only thing I listened to. Everywhere. At home, at work, while pretending to be productive—I even had their songs playing in my head when nothing was actually playing. I devoured every album, every live performance, every interview. And, of course, I took the next logical step: watching reaction videos of other people discovering One Ok Rock (because validating my own obsession through strangers on the internet is apparently my guilty pleasure).
But through all of this, there was one nagging thought in the back of my mind:
“You know you have to see them again. There are still tour dates in neighboring countries. You could totally go.”
And that’s where my logical thinking straight-up exited the chat.
The Passport Predicament
One tiny little problem: my passport had been expired for, oh… about five months.
Now, as a self-proclaimed lazy gal, dealing with bureaucracy ranks high on my list of Things I’d Rather Not Do. I also couldn’t take leave from work just to go to the immigration office twice—once for the interview and again to collect the passport. This same passport-induced procrastination was the reason I missed seeing Yoongi in Singapore (yes, Yoongi again—he’s always part of the story). But at the time, I convinced myself, “Well, I saw him twice in Jakarta, so my post-concert depression doesn’t have to take me all the way to Singapore.”
But this time?
This time, I needed to see One Ok Rock again. No excuses.
So, desperate times called for desperate measures. Enter: the legal fast-lane passport renewal program—aka, the expensive but efficient way to bypass my own laziness. It cost me way more than I’d like to admit (RIP, bank account), but the good news? I got my passport renewed on a Sunday with just one visit to immigration. The sacrifice was worth it… right?
The Ticket Hunt
With my shiny new passport in hand, I was ready to secure a concert ticket. Or so I thought.
Turns out, the actual problem was that the tickets were completely sold out on Ticketmaster. So, I did what any rationally obsessed fangirl would do—I turned to the dark side: resale sites (aka, scalpers).
After an unhealthy amount of contemplation (read: hours of internal debating and refreshing the page), I finally gave in and bought a Festival VIP D ticket from StubHub. At that point, I was all set. Or so I thought…
The Flight Dilemma
Next hurdle? Plane tickets.
It was December—aka, the time of year when airlines decide to price-gouge your soul. And since my bank account had already taken a brutal hit from the passport renewal and concert ticket, I was not prepared to drop a small fortune on flights.
But then, in a December miracle moment, I remembered my frequent flyer points. A quick check, and BOOM—I had just enough points for a round-trip ticket to Singapore. Not only that, but there were available seats on the exact dates I needed—December 18 and 19.
At that moment, I made a very on-brand decision:
Fly in, see One Ok Rock, fly out. No sightseeing, no unnecessary expenses—just a surgical strike mission for the concert. In fact, I decided I didn’t even need a hotel. Why? Because post-concert, I could just wait at the airport’s landside area until my flight home. (Genius or chaotic? Who knows.)
Mission: One Ok Rock (Again)
And just like that, it was official. I was going to see One Ok Rock again.
Now, whether this was an act of impulsive recklessness or perfectly reasonable fangirl behavior is still up for debate (I joke with my friend all the time that she’s the true culprit behind my unhealthy obsession because she’s the one who made me go to that One Ok Rock concert in the first place). But one thing was certain—I was ridiculously excited.
And since this post is already long enough, I’ll save the actual concert experience for the next one.
But tell me—have you ever done something completely irrational just because a band, an artist, or a single experience shook your world? Have you ever thrown logic out the window because you just had to be there?
If yes, spill the tea in the comments—I need to know I’m not alone
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