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June, 2007

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You have changed so much that I don’t know if I can call you and tell you I care

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There is a lot of information to digest, of late. The premiership switch between Blair and Brown has brought about but one certainty: change. I’ve only had time to skim through the newspapers this week, but I aim to sit down and study what the change of power would mean for England, Great Britain, the world in general, and most importantly, little old me. Most pressing, though, and hitting the headlines, is the car bomb found in central London earlier this morning. Stuffed in a Merc, no less. I doubt it was a disgruntled former fan of German cars.

But you’ve got to admire the resilience of the Londoners. Another bomb, another day, minimal hysteria. Reminds me of the days when the IRA were vigorously making their voice heard in the 1980′s. It amazed me then how the people of London just picked up the pieces of their lives and moved on, and it continues to amaze me now. And from another point of view, last year I was still a Lancastrian. Living a mere half an hour’s drive now, or a 40 minute train ride, from East London, things are markedly different now.

Tommorow, as the smell of familiar fear of car bombings still casts a stench over most of London, I have plans to be there. I could cancel. But I don’t think I will. Being able to have a decent day out tommorow will not only be a personal bird flipped to the terrorists. I have not much motivation to do that. But it will say eff off to an even more pressing demon that needs to be conquered. I too, need resilience. I too, need to live.

Tido bang?

Asleep in Barcelona: Where I lay my head is home

More pictures uploaded at Flickr

We can use all the help we can

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Aku patut baca Yasin malam ini. Sebagai tanda sudah seminggu aku mencecah usia 30 tahun. Minggu lepas, pada waktu yang sama, aku sedang menaiki bas dari Girona ke Barcelona. Ghairah dalam usaha menyambut hari lahir dekad ketiga di suatu daerah asing. Aku ni macam bagus saje intro entry dengan ayat yang berbentuk Islamic. Seolah-olah warak sangatlah aku ni. Walhal hidup masih tidak bersih dari dosa. [Aku nak guna perkataan 'bergelumang', tapi aku rasa aku tak adalah bergelumang. Cuma tidak consistent dari segi beberapa perkara].

Secara rasminya aku rasa, ‘cuti’ aku kali ini sudah tammat. Amin sudah pulang ke tanahair, Mooke menyusul pada hari Ahad; kami akan merayap di Londres Sabtu ini, untuk cuba menghirup udara percutian buat kali terakhir. Akulah tu. Mooke aku tak tahu. Tapi hari ini aku masih belum mampu bekerja.

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Palau de la Generalitat, Barcelona

Aku masih ligat berfikir tentang Barcelona. Aku layari hostelworld.com dan ryanair.com; mencari kota kota lain di Eropah yang ingin aku takluki. Terlintas ingin berkunjung ke Granada.. kemudian terdetik pula ingin ke Berlin. Ah, semuanya ingin kalau ikutkan nafsu kan? Tapi kalau aku pergi lagi, aku pergi sorang. Kalau nak sorang-sorang, kalau nak layan lonely, baik buat kat rumah sendiri. Kurang-kurang jimat kos. If I’m going to be homesick, I might as well be homesick in English.

Mesti kau tertanya, kenapa aku tiba tiba tulis dalam Bahasa Malaysia. [Dalam kepala aku, walau apa pun propaganda politik yang diutarakan mereka, BM tetap Bahasa Malaysia... bahasa rasmi negara Malaysia, untuk rakyat yang berbilang bangsa. Aku melihatnya sebagai hak mutlak Malaysia, bukan sekadar kaum Melayu. Tapi, itu aku.. ] Aku tulis dalam Bahasa Malaysia sebab malam ini rasanya ingin berbegitu. Bahasa sekadar mekanisma.. boleh menyatukan, boleh memecahbelahkan.. itu semua atas kita.

Dalam melayan melankolia rumah yang tiba-tiba terasa begitu kosong, aku bikin satu mix tape. 15 lagu yang aku pilih secara rambang dari iTunes. 15 artis yang juga.. agak rambang, aku rasa. Dari Dido ke Amy Winehouse, dari Josh Ritter ke Coldplay, dari Incubus ke Fall Out Boy. Sepertimana aku mengambil gambar dalam usaha menjadikan sesuatu saat itu sebagai ‘freeze frame’ yang aku akan ingat sampai bila bila, tema mix tape aku juga begitu. Harap harap, dalam masa akan datang, bila dengar semula lagu lagu ini, dapat sekali lagi aku gambarkan perasaan sekembalinya dari Catalonia.

Otak aku masih bergelegak dengan memori memori seminggu yang lepas. Sebenarnya ligat sepanjang hari ini aku membuat catatan catatan mengenainya. Tapi aku rasa, aku tidak mahu berkongsi dengan satu dunia. Maaf jika itu berbunyi sombong dan angkuh. Tapi hanya kerana aku mempunyai blog, tidak bermakna life aku adalah free for all. Lagipun, untuk meminjam tutur kata seorang anak muda berfikiran jauh, I’m not a blogger, I’m a writer, yeah..

Or so I’d like to think.

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Walaubagaimanapun, aku menjemput kalian berkongsi gambar yang aku ambil ketika di sana. Maaf ya, captionnya belum tersedia.

1. Barca Day 1: Park Guell & Nou Camp
2. Barca Day 2 Part 1: La Sagrada Familia, Placa Reial & Barri Gotic

Guess I’m not the fighting kind

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Almost one week on, Barcelona in perhaps words and phrases, rather than sentences:
Gaudi. Metro. Starbucks. Tabacs. Tapas. Maoz. La Bodega. Lavabos. Very Sore Feet, Lots of Fun. Nou Camp.

I have never taken time out to go abroad before, and the cliched comment is, ‘now that I’ve been, what on earth was I waiting for?’ But I am quite glad I waited, really. Because good trips are not just about good locations. It’s about good people, too.
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barcelona1.jpg

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It’s amazing what listening to the Offspring teaches you. Uno dos tres cuatro sinco seis…

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When you say to someone that you are looking to “find yourself”, what is it that you’re looking for? What is it that you’ve lost? Can you go searching for something that you don’t know you’ve lost or not? Looking is about searching in the right places. If you’re looking for something, your best bet at finding it is to look for it where you saw it last. So why do people go away when they need to find themselves? If you lose yourself in Paris, why go looking for it in Madrid?
… I think the answer is that what you’re looking for is really inside yourself, so it doesn’t matter where you go. What you are really doing is escaping the chains that have inadvertently shaped you into someone else you’ve never realised you’ve become. Until now, that is.

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I’d forgotten what coming home to an empty house feels like. Now I remember.