Apparently, I'm growing up?

"And I can honestly tell you, I did feel sorry for them - those simple girls who painted pretty fantasy's about their fabulous walk down the isle. I'd smile and nod my head, at their animated explanations, and all the while be thinking, "surely there's more to life than all that".The thing is, now I just envy them. Them and their fairy-tales: and their unwavering Faith that their fairy-castles do exist; and Prince Charming, or Edward Cullen (hey, whatever floats your boat), or the Prince of Persia is, at this very moment, battling forces just to be by their side; that their day will come when they'll ride off into the sunset. I envy them that Faith." (Pinus Post of 2011 - Christina Was Right). 

Which is why, I suppose, I love weddings. They sort of make you believe that it's all possible - that Disney didn't lie - and no matter what happens, you will always have that one day that will always belong to you. And it's true: ALL brides look radiant.

My cousin got married this weekend, and while the build up was utterly hectic - planning for months and months and months, and then the crazy past few days - the wedding itself came and went in a whirlwind of colour. Family weddings are always jovial affairs - it was beautiful, and I had a brilliant time. While the food was delicious and the décor stunning, what makes a wedding for me, is the people. The more the merrier I say - if my dad and I have anything to do with it, my wedding will either be a braai on the beach or in a tent where hundreds and hundreds of people can sit - food served on paper plates, drinks in styrofoam cups and I'll be wearing my jeans and sneakers thank you very much - so long as the food is tasty and in seemingly endless supply, I doubt anybody will truly care about everything else. Besides, a swanky wedding is an added extra; a beautiful marriage is what's really important. I'd rather have a simple wedding with many, than an ostentatious one with a few...but that's just me. And that's still far, far (far!) away. 

In other news! My immune system finally got fed up of holding the fort. I fell sick this weekend - I think my body couldn't handle the stress of stupid assignments, wedding business and having to look like an actual female. In fact, so many people were stunned by my transformation from an alien in jeans and my favourite pair of ratty sneakers to a girl in a dress and heels, that some didn't even recognise me. I overheard an old aunt telling another, "Do you know who that is? That's Farhana's daughter! Dash!" I wanted to laugh. I think a lot of people still assumed I was like, twelve or something - probably because I usually look that way. My grandmother has always been admired for her exceptional fashion sense and elizabeth-taylor-ish-filmstar-beauty, and my mother has always been put together: beautiful in youth and elegant with age. I, on the other hand, have always been the awkward dust up, fly-by niece - the cute one, with the bubbly personality - and that's where it ended. I suppose that's one of the reasons why I actually bothered being more this time around - to prove that I could. And there's a certain satisfaction in beating the odds and exceeding expectations...banged up immune system and all. Actually, I think that's what made being sick all the more bearable. And then of course, there was The Dark Knight Rises: I got up this morning, sorted myself out, dosed up on medication and pulled myself out of the house to go and watch a movie. You can never go wrong with Batman!

Also, I went shopping (yes, you read right. It's a weekend of firsts). I'm not sure if it can count as shopping though, I was window shopping (kind of aimlessly really, trying to burn off some of the pizza I ate - I ate a whole pizza...by myself) and saw a pair of heels that I had the urge to try on (considering that I don't have such urges very often, I thought I'd listen to my gut). And then decided that since I was trying the whole, 'be a girl' thing out, I might as well do it properly...and bought them on the premise that they looked lovely on my legs. It's still not my favourite activity in the world...but you know how I love all things beautiful, and I don't spoil myself very often, so it was a pleasant feeling to see something that I really liked and then actually be able to own it, which is something else that doesn't happen very often - of course, there goes the last of my cash for the month. Totally worth it.

I feel dizzy now, so I think I should call it a night. Timothy's screen is spinning out of control, and I'm pretty sure that this time it isn't his fault. My 'get on with it' motto served me well this weekend, but I think sick has taken its toll on my body; I should rest up now so that my little white soldiers can regroup and kick this stupid bug out of my system. Goodnight World! Oh, and don't forget...