This morning I went to the Police office in Denpasar to renew my driving licenses both for car & motorbike. I usually get a help from Pak Gede & his team– a police officer I knew back in 2001, just to speedy the process and you’ll give some extra money for this extra service, off course. Using a normal procedure will take a whole day and that means : longggg queuing.

I knew as a woman when you are at this kind of place where most people there are men, they will try to make nice conversation with you, ask personal questions typically Indonesians, ie. where you are from, what our parents do, whether if you’re married or not (this police officer was surprised-half shock- to hear that I’m single and asked me why, I said : why not!), bla bla …then they will ask for your mobile number as a closure! When this officer found out that my dad is a retired military doctor of Indonesian Air Force with one star on his shoulder (yes! I’m a general’s daughter), he suddenly ended this unnecessary and boring conversation and instructed right away his staff to bring my documents and help me to get my driving licenses renewed.

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8 Years in Bali. I still could scream and swear to a motorbike rider who passed my car and cut the line in front of me, or a mother with her 2 kids – no one wearing helmet, just suddenly came out from small road, she didn’t even care to look behind from the rear views that there is a car who is coming her way.

I still can’t understand why people here couldn’t care less of others.
Self discipline is something that people lack of here….

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BONJOUR!!

Welcome to my blog! Yes, it’s GABY ‘Bee’ ’s blog. Can’t believe it? Me neither! If it’s not because of ‘my benny bart’ who consistently and annoyingly keep asking me to make my own blog, I would’ve been still ‘zapping’ the TV remote control watching celebrity gossips on E! or Kilas Selebritis on MNC…my fav programs.

I don’t see what’s wrong with being a fan of those infotainments on tv. I spent most of time at work, monday to friday, 9 to 6, when I get home, last thing I want to do is to touch a keyboard, no more computer..and that’s why I prefer to be a tv junkies. SO it is all gara-gara si bart.

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