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Kiki’s Delivery Service, and How I Can Relate to It

Kiki's Delivery Service

Kiki’s Delivery Service (click for the Wikipedia article)

A few months ago, I started a new hobby: to watch Ghibli’s movies while folding my clothes. Before starting this, I watched their movies randomly, but I decided to do it chronologically, and thus started from Kaze no Tani no Nausicaa (yes yes I know it’s not Ghibli’s but somehow there is a connection via Hayao Miyazaki), and just now I arrived at Kiki’s Delivery Service (KDS).

I give this movie 4/5. I have to admit that it’s not quite memorable to me, compared to, let’s say, Grave of the Fireflies which depressed me. Being a journey-kid story, I feel it lacks something, or rather, someone: a person who will take advantage of the protagonist’s naivety. Everybody in the movie seems to be a nice person, whereas just in the evening before I read about Grace Quek, previously and widely known as [Annabel Chong], at that time a girl studying in London and already experienced among the harshest thing you can find in the world: being raped. Even [Sans Famille], also known in Indonesia as Remi, teaches you more, about family rejection, grief from death, starvation, and other psychologically-challenging hardness one can find on the street. I can list some more “complaints”: Kiki doesn’t seem to travel far enough, and everybody in Koriko even speaks the same language as Kiki’s (it is Japanese, although apparently Koriko resembles a European city). But anyway, KDS might not aim for the same audience, so it might not be a good idea to compare it with those stories.

Despite my criticisms, I can relate to KDS. Depression is no stranger to me, and I believe Kiki’s experience dealing with new environment, insecurity, and personal “quarter life crisis” will help her becoming a great witch in the future. I also praise the tradition of “merantau” or, loosely translated, adventuring among the witch diaspora. I always appreciate the idea of migration, as it helps us understanding foreign cultures and related clashes with our own ideology. It also mentally shapes us, so it is amazing that a girl as young as 13, as in the case of Kiki, was so eager to take her own journey away from her hometown. Ha, even she was concerned that if she were to stay to long in her town, she might bump into love too early and could not leave at all! The younger me also wrote this poem back in 2008, on the now-dead blog, but nevertheless still accessible through the Wayback Machine: [Love can Wait]. It was so raw and amateurish, yet it was purely baked from the deepest part of my heart. Ha!

Kudos to Kiki. Wish her luck in her journey.

Final note. Kiki was lucky as she was not born on this Earth. [Earthlings might burn her alive for performing witchcraft].

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Passion and Relation

Baru saja malam kemarin berita itu saya terima. Mana saya bakal tahu kalau [orang yang pernah saya salami tiga tahun lalu itu] akan mati. Matinya pun mati dibunuh. [Dibunuhnya pun dibunuh yang pakai disiksa dahulu].

Kabar dari kawan, beliau orang kritis terhadap pemerintahnya dan kaum ekstrimis. Memang belum ketahuan siapa penyiksanya. Tapi menjadi kritis tentu saja berarti cari musuh, karena bakal banyak orang yang tidak suka. Belum lagi isu bahwa karena beliau secara religius orang “mayoritas tapi minoritas”.

Beliau padam meninggalkan istri dan tiga anak. Saya jadi merefleksikannya ke diri saya yang masih sok nggalau secara ngeksistensialis ini. Konon kabarnya kalau sampeyan kawin dan beranak, fokus sampeyan harus kepada mereka? Bagaimana kalau passion kita membuat diri kita selalu dalam bahaya? Pikiran saya melayang ke beberapa orang. [Norbert Vollertsen], misalnya, seorang aktivis anti Korea Utara, diceraikan istrinya karena menurutnya anak mereka masih jauh lebih beruntung daripada jutaan anak di Korea Utara, dengan atau tanpa dia yang mendidiknya [link]. Dan siapa lagi contoh yang lebih familiar buat orang Indonesia ketimbang Almarhum [Munir Said Thalib]. Suka atau tidak suka dengannya, menurut saya beliau orang berpassion tinggi terhadap apa yang dipercayainya. Dan eh beneran, beliau pun mati diracun. Yang patut disyukuri adalah istri beliau, Suciwati, orang yang (tampaknya) tangguh dan pantang menyerah juga, melanjutkan (atau memang dari awalnya juga aktivis? Saya kurang paham) apa yang dilakukan Alm Munir.

Sarkasme: Jadi, pilih™ satu™: hasratmu™ atau keluargamu™.

Franky

Franky Hubert Sahilatua (dari Wikipedia)

Franky Hubert Sahilatua (dari Wikipedia)

Beliau memang sudah beberapa hari berpulang. Continue reading ‘Franky’

After Life (1998)

…otherwise known as Wonderful Life in Japan. Continue reading ‘After Life (1998)’

Marriage

1) The Moment of Truth

As much as I hate this kind of show, which reveals your personal life to national or worldwide audience, I learn something: if that question is that hard to answer, there must be something wrong. Watch the next part for the answer. Anyway, if I were her ex-boyfriend, and even if she answered yes, I would still reject her.

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*switch to Bahasa Indonesia*

2) Tragedi

Apa yang akan Anda lakukan kalau pada malam pernikahan, tiba-tiba pasangan Anda meninggal tanpa peringatan?

Satu cerita dari Singapore. Sekitar November 2009, Vernon Leong, 31, meninggal beberapa jam setelah acara pernikahannya dengan Kerin Peh, 28, karena terjatuh dari gedung Hotel Hilton Singapore. Kronologi bisa dibaca di sini, dan analisis forensik ada di sini. Aslinya sih ada di situs The Straits Times, tapi sudah ga ada lagi, dan di situs Wayback Machine juga ga ada rekamannya.

Juli 2010, Kerin Peh bunuh diri. Di diary-nya tertulis, “I do not want to move on like others do.”

Di sini ada beberapa foto.

Rest in peace.

Dunia Lain

Seorang gadis belum lagi delapan belas berjalan sempoyongan telanjang di jalanan bersalju suatu pagi di pinggiran kota Hakodate. Tangan kakinya kurus kering, rambutnya panjang kusam tak terawat, badannya kehitaman. Jalanan pagi itu lengang, sebagian orang acuh melihatnya, sebagian lagi tak acuh, gadis tak peduli.

Seketika dia jatuh. Orang-orang berkerumun kebingungan.

Gadis mati, wajahnya tersenyum.

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Empat ratus delapan puluh hari kemudian, headline Yomiuri Shimbun: Hitoshi Sugihara dan Keisuke Itou dihukum mati.

The Conqueror, Son of Wahid

Abdurrahman Wahid

Abdurrahman Wahid

Dan saya hanya bisa membayangkan beliau terkekeh-kekeh di surga sono. “Seperti anak TK saja”, saya masih ingat itu, 1999. “Gitu aja kok repot”. 😦


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