Starting to make sense

The events of this weekend have left me sore, hungover and heavily exhausted.
Thursday night that ended up being Friday sunrise, some sleep and three hours of frisbee in Umm Suqueim park followed by a bunch of drinks at the Gardens, followed by some more at Apres, followed by some more in Peppermint.
I thought Timo Maas would show at least enough arogance to play some of his tunes - the only thing I recognised was the "Pictures" remix. Okay, the Depeche Mode was OK too, and as far as my taste goes the Chemical Brothers "Hey girl, hey boy" was the night's tune.
But why am I saying this? To say that's not really the point.
I know I'm being chaotic, but the idea I've been having is still evolving.

I mean, it started as a way to vent my frustrations with this city. Then I decided not to let it bring me down and make a move, be it on my own, not caring if I was to remain alone for the rest of time being here.
Beach turned out to be a good place to start. In no time I met some of the nicest people. And just think it was enough to take a frisbee.

So now I can't complain anymore as I wasn't bored for a single second this weekend.

But now I keep having the thought here must be more you cen get from life here than getting tanned on the beach and caned at the club.
I wanted to bring something more.
So I wanted to start a kind of activity of my own that people who feel similar could participate in.

Just imagine meeting on the beach with a bunch of instruments and throwing a party of your own.

Or meeting up one day to take the Big bus tour around town.

Or a night ride an a bus (have you ever done that? for AED 3 you get a tour from Marina to Bur Dubai).

Or... you name it. It's up to us.

Life's up to us. Watch this space.

Famous before I know it

Well, guess life ain't all that bad after all. I just learned I got my photo in the Society Dubai mag.
Just look at the Thirst review, and I'm the smiling guy with the pose.
Kind of flattering must admit, even if it wasn't exactly what I was there for.
Yet I think (and try hard to believe what I'm saying to myself), the key thing is to just do what you do (and I was there definitely for the sole purpose of dancing my ass off) and not think about results...
Yes, it does strike me how simple truths just repeat themselves in life.
But over the last year I must admit I learned that the key is not to reat these simplest naive truths as proverbs, but actually experiencing them in one's own life.
Easy to say, yet so hard to do...

The choice

It's just my luck - I always get myself into challenging situations which make me ask myself stupid questions, like "What am I doing here? Was it a good idea to come here at all? What is wrong with this place?".
But then the idea came to my mind... instead of running, why not try and change some things?
If the way this place works doesn't work with me, damn, am I alone?
No - I'm sure there are more people like myself.
Instead of sitting here complaining I decided to do something about it.
You know - friends don't come knocking on your door. Gotta find a way to knock on theirs.

So, the next step for me is to get an option to improve this image, get some t's and get seen.

The idea

One evening, while sitting in my room, lonely as most of the time, I couldn't help but remember Edvard Munch's painting which I think reflects many people's feeling about Dubai.
Especially if you're young, expatriate and came to this city all alone.
Especially if you're honest to yourself and raised somewhere where people actually go beyond small talks and casual interactions... this is the way I felt, for sure...