The Makiav3llian Enchantment…

The thing I always hate about starting anew is the moving bit particularly the part where the thing is inter emirate. Having renewed my stay here, you may very well know that I have fully established myself here in the UAE. I’ve got sufficient clothing, gadgets, toys, kitchen utensils and worse of all, furniture. Having lived in my dad’s flat all this time, I’ve really become accustomed to just buying and keeping; the throwing away part doesn’t seem to be so relevant.
Today though was the day I actually began to think that collecting wasn’t really a cool idea. I’ve already anticipated that I will be up and about in Al Ain bouncing like a bright red ball. This was a reason why I sold Project Piece-© and got my laptop. Unfortunately, it was the only thing I cut to size, everything else remained the same. Today, I started the herculean task of moving out of Dubai and settling in Al Ain. I took all my stuff and I began reminiscing of the time in the past when we moved from Satwa to Karama, Karama to Deira, Deira to Antipolo, moving is always tough, not just on the pocket but also on the mind and body. It’s very stressful moving furniture and always being told what and what not to do. My cabinet is on furniture that puts the capital S on the word StreSS. The things weighs like a beached whale and as precious as a hand crafted narra art work. It would take two Pakistanis to bring it down and since I could only afford one laborer, I myself struggled with the eye catching damnation bringing it down a flight of stairs and onto an awaiting truck. However, as relieved as I was to get it into the truck unscratched, it isn’t the only thing I had. To my dismay, I spent the entire morning just hauling’ aside from having the after thought that this was only the first half. Once we get in Al Ain, it would be the same thing but more difficult because we had to move furniture up the 2nd floor. I really don’t know how flat designing was done previously but it is hilarious because the elevator was designed to accommodate two people only in the flat I am moving into. I just don’t get it at all! The old place I stayed did not allow the elevator to stop on the first floor but this was bad enough. It was tiring a day indeed and it did cost me an arm and leg. Tired and broken, the only thing I could scream out at back of mind with a sigh was… NEVER AGAIN…
Side note: I would like to thanks Ate Lydia, Luzel and Marlon for accompanying me and helping, I fed you guys well. To Dervin, you’ve just Picasso-ed me you mofo… Lol!

It has almost been 3 weeks since I moved to Al Ain and it isn’t as bad as many people make me believe it is. Yes, it isn’t a bustling city like Dubai or as grandeur as Dubai Marina but it’s a cross between a rural and urban town. Suburban would be a cliché because this place is like Dubai 20 years ago.
Anyways, as I make my transition to a completely new environment, it brings back the Melvin of 4 years ago. I mean I was alone and had to fend for myself. I did my own laundry up to this day but I stopped ironing my stuff. Now I am doing them again and I actually find it amusing to do. Believe me, we never really appreciate this thing but when you are alone and broke or just trying to kill time, this would be a good thing. It does tire me out but I don’t get bored at all. I watch movies while doing this chore so I guess it isn’t as monotonous as one could think of it. Unfortunately, one of the gripes I live with is that I can’t practice cooking given the condition that I still don’t own my place.
Other than that breakfasts are bland with laban, orange juice and Chip’s Ahoy. I’ve got a routine so unless I am willing to wake up earlier than 525AM then this has to be the daily drill. I’ve done this all before and I think it’s going to be a while before I get tired of it. Old dog, old tricks and still a wolf in sheep’s clothing.