Last weekend was… different. No internet. No scrolling. No streaming. Just me, my thoughts, and a house that suddenly looked like it needed deep cleaning.
It all started Saturday morning. I woke up expecting the usual — coffee, phone, doomscrolling. But surprise! Our internet was cut off. Thanks to an ongoing dispute with Du (na hanggang ngayon, hindi pa rin resolved 😤). I was furious. I felt like they were exploiting customers. Walang warning, walang proper resolution. Just silence and no connection.
So, what now?
I ended up cleaning the house. Like, really cleaning. Yung tipong I discovered things I forgot existed. My partner was busy on her laptop preparing for an online interview scheduled for Sunday. I was hoping Du would fix the issue by then. Spoiler alert: they didn’t.
Sunday came. Still no internet. We went to the mall to distract ourselves. Her interview got rescheduled to Monday. Another twist. It was peaceful, yes — but also incomplete. Parang may kulang. You know that feeling?
Back in the day, we didn’t need the internet. A landline was enough. But now, being disconnected feels like losing a limb. Yet, there was something oddly calming about not holding my phone. Less noise. Less pressure. More presence.
I found myself thinking: What if we don’t really need constant connection? What if this forced solitude is actually a blessing?
But then again… you’re in Dubai. Everything runs online. From bills to work to social life. So yeah, I’m still hoping the internet comes back today. I need it. But I also kinda don’t.
Mixed emotions. Frustrated, yet relaxed. Disconnected, yet blessed.
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