It was dark

It all started with the new Milo TV commercial and I told my 17-year-old sister that commercials nowadays are not as good as the commercials back then and I sang a jingle just to make a point. The jingle was used in one of the Milo ads and sung by Roy the patriotic anthems singer. The lyrics were like these;

Cintaku pada ibu pertiwi
Bak pelangi menerangi bumi
Angin bawa pesanku
Agar mereka tahu
Kamilah juara
Gagah dan bersedia
Mengibar bendera
Waspadalah
Hari esok milikmu

And since my undiscovered singing talent is so good that I usually sing out of tune, my sister couldn't place the jingle and tried to search the said advertisement on Youtube and came up with zero result. The same happened when she googled that shit up. Zilch result. And now we're both pissed; me because I can't get the song out of my head and I need to listen to it 40,000 times a day to get it out of my head and my sister because she has a vague recollection about the jingle but she needs to listen to the song to trigger her memory.

I think the commercial was aired in 2002 or 2003, but I'm not too sure. But what I can remember is that I used to sing that shit all the freaking time.

This bothers me a lot.


Talking about a lot, I've been reading about disturbing stories a lot lately. It all started with this and I can't seem to stop. Back when I was still studying for my diploma, I went through the same phase and I would read obsessively about murders and religious cults and all things disturbing. The disappearance of my obsession with disturbing stuff was as sudden as its appearance (I think it was because I discovered Paulo Coelho and romance novels haha after that and then I would obsessively read Paulo Coelho's novels and romance novels) I would read everything that I could find about murders and religious cults and all things disturbing until I couldn't take it anymore. For a long while after the obsession faded, I couldn't even read articles about killings or murders (I skimmed the articles though) and I would feel sick and I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking about it.

And now the obsession to read everything came back, and I truly hate myself for having a curiosity that can rival the size of Kanye West's ego. Back then, I wasn't as internet-savvy as I am now and now, I can even read the court documents if I so want to. It's weird and creepy to know that I'm breathing the same air as some of these sick fucks as some of them are still alive and walk as free men after serving some time in prison. Some don't even spend any time in prison because the parents of these sick fucks are wealthy enough to pay for top-notch lawyers who were sick enough to make the cases against these sick fucks thrown away.

One of the cases that still creeps me out is the Junko Furuta's case. I don't want to link it because reading about what she went through in that 44 days again last night made me so sick I even threw up a little. I first read about it years and years ago because I used to read and watch Hajime Kindaichi and because I knew that most of the cases told in Hajime Kindaichi were based on true events and trust me, the truth was far, far worse than the one told in the comic book. My heart aches for a girl I will never meet and for all the little girls and boys who suffered the same fate, albeit not as cruel, as her. It aches more when I think that some of the sick fucks who did this to them are free men now.

This is why I'm all for capital punishment. If capital punishments are not available, then use them as test subjects instead of chimpanzees. As for right now, I'm feeling more love for chimpanzees than for another human being.

I'll leave you with a cute babies video to wash off the bitter taste