You gotta love endorphins

Today I discovered the joy of reading a book, legs crossed, and snuggled on a bench over a jetty. The sea was the perfect blue and there was a gently playful cool breeze. Aah, complete relaxation... It was just what I needed to de-stress after a tough day at school.

When I reached the level of relaxation I opted for, I decided it was time to have some "happy dozes" kick in, and so I returned my things to the car and started my run. By then it had become pretty windy, and since I was running in the same direction of the wind, it felt like I was almost flying. It was fantastic! I felt like "lubna al sari3a" (remember that cartoon?:)
Not so much so of course on my way back. I had to fight my way through the strong wind. I felt like part of a movie scene played in slow motion!

I usually run on weekends, and the families spending the day there are from all nationalities; Kuwaitis, Egyptians, Indians, and Filipinos. But today, it was like I was walking through a street in Mumbai. Something wasn't right. The first thought that struck me was that, during weekdays, there is some sort of unwritten but understood schedule where each nationality gets a day at the sea and today happened to be the Indians'? But then looking closer, I could see that they were in a festive mood, dressed in colorful silk saris and taking photos. Then it hit me: why it's Easter of course!!! They have the day off. Must say I'm pretty relieved my one-day-one-nationality theory was thus refuted:P

Speaking of Saris, did I ever mention how much I'm in love with them? The million colors, the garments, it's mesmerizing... I wouldn't mind becoming an Indian if only to get away with wearing one!
You know that Indian version of Pride and Prejudice called "Bride and Prejudice", anyway at the very beginning there is a scene from an Indian wedding, MY GOD. I remember the first time I saw it I burst out: I AM SO GETTING MARRIED IN INDIA.

The crazy part is, I HATE weddings. For me the only thing worse than getting invited to a wedding is picturing my own. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean the concept of marriage, but rather the celebration itself. It's just that I have no interest in it, I find all weddings to be a carbon copy of each other. Made up of rituals that I find either uninteresting, embarrassing, ridiculous or downright horrifying. Like that "zaffeh" thingie, I wouldn't be caught dead in one, let alone my own!! Besides, what's the point of having all weddings the exact same thing, they simply kill the element of surprise. Oh and don't get me started on that so-called "cake show"- can it be any tackier?
I think it's about time we revolutionize weddings. Simplicity and creativity would go a long way. Or maybe they can skip it altogether and use the budget to travel somewhere amazing and pamper themselves:P just a thought!
But anyway enough of that, I am so not an authority when it comes to weddings. I barely get invited to any, and when I do, I sulk about it. What I never know what to wear!

I guess what I'm trying to say is, God bless endorphins! They make me smile :D