this morning i went to the police HQ to make license A, the driving license that allows you to drive cars in Indonesia. i stucked there from 8 something in the morning and it ended up 3 in the afternoon. i hate to wait and i hate to make people wait for me. yet, today that kind of thing is just unavoidable. anyway, there were steps to follow:
*you have to take a theory test, which examine whether you really know the rules on the road, and whether you are proper enough to drive on wheels.
*you will take picture of yourself, and usually a self picture on a driving license is always bad. my last year's license (type C) had this picture of mine that looked like a terrible drag queen coming back from a late night show and still had some make up spilled on his tired face. and my type A license is a bit luckier. my picture on this one looked like 4 years older than last year's picture. i looked like someone, my tyrant father- whom i hate down to the bone-well, not that much.but I HATE HIM, yes.

and after taking that odd picture with one odd pose you should put yourself in a queue. to take that license. i joined those people queuing. my stomache growling cause i havent eat since the morning. i sat on this white wood bench. smoking. thinking that i would kill someone just to get out of there and get my license. but i would be caught for murder if i do that, and i wont get any license, so i decided not to do it. in front of me sat two young women. malayan. obviously. talking proudly, hecticly in their mother tounge-which for me just sounded noisy. i hate malayan. dont know why. it banged my ears and the tone just not nice.
then came this middle aged man. dressed in red shirt. a tidy and well prepared one. his left eye was red. he was short. wearing this officer pants and one pair of nice leather shoes. the shoes were black. this middle aged man sat next to both women i described before. at first he was silence. he was busy with his Nokia N-91. text-ing someone. i dont care.