Snatches-of-Bliss-and-Are-You-Freaking-Out-Yet?

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* Welcome *

Changed da house,
Changed da look.

BTW, my bathrobe's usually pink
and we don't have a fireplace.
Other than that,
it's pretty accurate...

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Friday, August 20, 2004

~ Police Chase ~

The form clearly says that I am to submit "a full set of fingerprint impressions taken by a qualified fingerprint official... Non-residents (of Singapore) may have the fingerprints taken at the local police station or law enforcement agency of the place currently residing".

So I call the Australian Federal Police.

They tell me that they do NOT take fingerprint impressions, and politely directed me to "the Department of Public Prosecution", or DPP for short.

After scouring the whitepages, both on the web and in hardcopy, I came to realise that it's called the DIRECTOR of Public Prosecution, and it's located in the city.

So I call DPP. They quiz me upside down about my reasons behind wanting to have my fingerprints taken. After explaining at length, the person servicing my call asks finally if this involves the high court.

No it doesn't, I patiently explain again. I just want to get a full set of prints done so I can attach them to the police check clearance application which I'm submitting to the Singapore Police Force. I need this for immigration purposes so I can prove to the Australian Government that I don't even have an outstanding traffic fine.

DPP then takes down my particulars, and promises that a Geoff something-or-other knows best, and will get back to me.

He never did.

So I wait till this afternoon to call the Singapore Embassy. I relate all that had happened, and they inform me that I've been misguided; I CAN get my prints done at the local police station, and she then gives me the location of the nearest police station to me, which is at Belconnen. She tells me to just walk in.

Seeing how the number for the Belconnen Police Station is the same number I dialled the last time I got misdirected to the DPP, I decide to do this in person instead, armed with the Singapore application form.

So I go to the Belconnen Police Station. They tell me that they do NOT do the prints there, they only do it at the police station located in the city.

See where I'm getting with this?

So I make a detour to the bank to get a bank draft for S$50, which incidentally ends up costing me AUD$61.24 because of the $20 surcharge I had to sacrifice to the good bank for their troubles.

I then make the trip down to the city, get lost a little, bump into a church member who talks to me about Kate and Mark's wedding (which probably doesn't include anything close to running after police stations), and then finally make my way to the police station, which incidentally is located two blocks from the DPP.

They tell me that I have to pay a nominal fee of $26. No, they don't have an EFTPOS (equivalent of NETS) facility. The person who does the fingerprints has already gone home anyway (at 3.45pm on a weekday), why don't I come back next week?

And this is why I'll twack anyone good and proper if they ever question whether I love the man I'm gonna marry.

# posted by Velle | 8:03 pm

4 Comments:

my mother's always taught me tha it's impolite to laugh at other people's misfortunes, but MAN! your story's hilarious!!....hhoooooeeehhoooohahahha...

i love the punch line! ;-)

*sniff sniff (dry tears from eyes)*. Sorry! ;-)

By Anonymous, at 12:52 am
oh it's sarah btw!

By Anonymous, at 12:53 am
What the hell?!?! you're getting married and you didn't tell me!?!?!?!?!?!?!

By Priyanca, at 12:55 pm
YOU!!! So difficult to get a hold of you!!!!! Your mobile phone is perpetually turned off... what was I to do???

I even sent you an email asking for your numbers and your never replied.

So I figured sending this blog was a good way to get your attention, heh heh!!!

By Velle, at 1:39 pm