My singer, my hero

The singer who looks like Lilo (KLa Project's personnel) sang on a lounge at Carrefour, nearby my place. He usually performed his talent around 6 t0 7 pm. Nothing really unique about him, his long hair, his black outfit (always the same one whenever I saw him performing), the way he sang and played the organ, even the songs (only easy tunes of recent and popular popsongs).

The first thing that cought my attention was a cartoon box beside his organ that sported invitation of the guess' participation. I always wonder, was participation in that contect meaning song or financial request? The question remained unanswered, until now. I never had the chance to come across anyone putting anything into the box.

Second thing was "the act" on pause of his shows. After praying (yes, I saw him praying in a nearby mushala) he would take a dinner. A lady who was with him all the time would feed him, you know, scooping the meal out of the plate and put it into his mouth. I could not make out their relationship, yep, this also unsolved.

AND, I never saw him again. Not in the same store, though. On the way home from office I saw this singer coming out of one restaurant and into another. I really hoped that he did not do that for applying for performances. I really hoped that he already got his regular performance somewhere. i really hope that I can see him again, singing. Somewhere.

At last, no more horror exhibitions....

We have recognized the ending of genocide in Kamboja, where the alledged masterminds and perpetrators alike are facing the justice. Similar horror in Rwanda and Sudan has faded. But, enough about that kind of horror.

In Jakarta there was another kind of horrific exhibition, a torture in its own kind. I once saw my classmate back in high school time rode a motorcycle, facing backward. He was the passenger, of course. The driver, my other mate, ran the motorcycle at full speed and the poor passenger could only gripped his hand onto the saddle, grinning (or trying not to weep), and "enjoyed" the ride. I didn't know why he accepted that crazy idea, I suspected there was money involved, hehehe. As I said it happened years ago in my school era, how about the torture I mentioned happened in Jakarta?

It was stuffed doll torture. The poor thingy was tied up at the back of a motorbike, facing back, helpless. In some cases the doll was not tied up at the backseat, it was hung on the bike's exhaust. What a poor lad.

The habit seems die down nowadays. I no more see this kind of scene.