The so-called Earth Hour

I was out with a good friend that night, when we, all human beings in the world, were called out to turn off the lights for an hour, for the sake of our poor old mother earth. We were ordering our buy-one-get-one all time favorite, Quattro Formaggi , when my friend asked the waiter, "Are you gonna turn off the lights by 20:30?" The waiter replied, "Yes, we are. But the gen-set will replace the power." My friend turned to me, laughing, "What difference does it make then?" Ya-ha.

Forget about the global warming extravaganza. After all, what we knew is only what those people told us about it, right? I just wanted to see the whole city blacked out for an hour. I wanted to see the whole west part of Indonesia goes pitch black. I wanted to see nothing but dim candles struggling to shine in the world where Darth Vader and You-Know-Who were even welcome to join the party. Come on, it would've been awesome!

We forgot about the issue for a moment, figuring out that when it's blacked out we, of course, will be the first to know. Two regular Quattro Formaggis were gone, along with Caesar Salad, cheese buns and two bottles of mineral water, the entire block was never merrier than before.

The girls' night out continued. Bloomingdale's bed sheets were on sale, so we headed off there to see if the sleeping beauties needed our kiss. Didn't took very long before she got one set of these babies in her hand. We promised each other earlier that night not to pass on our favorite dessert. So after a quick browsing at Periplus on Grisham's and --what else-- cookbooks, while she went upstairs to buy some stuff for her boyfriend, we just could not say no to two scoops of sinful delights mankind ever invented, ice-ice-baby.. yeah.

I was in the cab, sugar high, when I realized, not once the lights went off during the whole night we were there. 20:30 was long gone, the entire square was lit up like glorious fireworks on the fourth of july. No darkness whatsoever, no nothing. Nothing for the earth. Nothing.

Oh, poor old mother earth. They might love you in another part of the world. But here, I guess nobody couldn't care less about the hype when we were busy couping with our own catastrophy. Floods, tsunami, typhoon. Please accept our deepest apology. Maybe the world should light the candles for us.

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