Congratulations to the royal couple, William and Kate, Duke and Duchess of Cambridge.
Their wedding was a refreshing break from the not-so-pleasant news that has inundated media over the past months -- the earthquake and tsunami in Japan, the execution of our kababayans in China, the anti-monarchy demonstrations in different Middle East nations, among others.
At some point I almost got fed up with the attention given to the wedding preparations.
But as the wedding unfolded on television, I finally grasped the reason for all the fuss.
Never before has the monarchy been so cherished. The faces in the crowds around the Abbey and the Palace can be described by Piers Morgan's one-liner, "I have never been so proud to be British."
And man oh man, what a nice parade of great cars!
***Nothing is perfect, however.
Kate's gown and make-up, her sister Pippa (woohoo hotness!), the cars, the formations of the royal guards, the groom (shame on those who took shots at his vanishing hair -- bald is sexy!), the bond between William and Harry (great lip-reading job by the reporters), the iron-clad security setup, Mr. Bean, the two lovely kisses, the cute not-so-traditional couple get-away on a hot Aston Martin -- only a royal, fairy-tale wedding can deliver all these sorts of perfections.
As it did.
Even the weather was perfect.
But on the other side of the globe, hundreds died and thousands are still missing from the tornado onslaught in Alabama.
But hey this is just me over-thinking. My officemates had to shut me up because of the morbid scenarios I kept bringing up as we watched the wedding -- sniper shots, a desperate William fanatic breaking through the security cordon, bazooka fire from the crowd, or a grenade from an anti-monarchy activist -- those sorts of wild, far-fetched doomsday stuffs.
It's like me watching a wonderful Pacquiao fight, but half-expecting a lucky punch to hit him at any moment.
But deep inside I was enjoying everything, and feeling good about it.
In the end, it was an amazing moment for a lot of people.