It seems like everyone is a night owl. That or life with all its responsibilities takes over so that no one actually has time to relax in the morning. That said, the other night, to celebrate Ate Madz birthday, I was invited for a drive downtown for some gelato at the infamous International House of Ice Cream. We kind of did the backwards thing and had dinner at Stepho's afterward, where, I'm pretty sure, CB's calamari went bad somewhere along the way from the kitchen to the table. Don't ask.
Home at about 2 am, where I found mommy asleep on the couch and the tv tuned in the much anticipated Royal Wedding. I shall get back to this in a bit.
So then yesterday, I just basically spend it between reading, sleeping and Korean drama, as usual. Until I got an invite from Ate LG to watch Fast Five. DO NOT even get me started. I don't understand people's standard sometimes. I'm all for easy watch movies BUT COME ON! I'm not the most cultured person by any means, but I think it would be safe to say that Shakespeare, among with other great play writers of all time, previous to all this technology, are collectively stirring in their respective graves, doing a facepalm and shaking their skeletal heads in disappointment.
Back to the Royal Wedding. Actually, it's not really much about the wedding, but what this whole ordeal represents to me. There has been much, much, much hype about this. As though it is such an honor to having been alive to witness/partake in this event. I admit, I know next to nothing when it comes to the politics of royal affairs, but HOW ON EARTH, pray tell, does this affect anyone but the nuptial and their immediate family? WHAT IS THE BIG DEAL?!
By no means am I bad mouthing this blessed union, because even I was curios and even watched. In reality, my grievance lie on the injustice of it all. Watching the wedding, I can't help but feel bitterness as I ponder what makes these people anymore important than the next struggling family who are barely staying afloat, anymore than the next unfortunate, luckless homeless man you spot on the street, anymore than all those kids caught in war, famine, child trafficking/labour etc. My thoughts are really incoherent and I don't think I can properly articulate this feeling that's weighing down my chest. I just....I can't get over how people are born into situations and this unknown, cosmic force is the one to call the shots.
I need to get some rest before this universal complaint gets me more depress.
-Elle Are Emm
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