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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Saturday, August 28, 2004

~ What an impression ~

So I went to the Police Station right in the heart of Canberra City to do my finger prints.

Since I'm really, REALLY tired (just finished an assignment that really wasn't worth the amount of time and effort I put in for a miserly 10%), I shan't recount the time absolutely wasted waiting around at the station after they took my AUD$26.00.

I shall just say that being at a police station for me was kinda like being in a hospital for some people, who are terrified of getting germs because "sick people go there". Indeed, the police station in the city seems to be a magnet of weirdos galore. There was a twitching man at a corner who kept leering at me, another old man who shouted something incomprehensible to a police officer about his rights, yet another character who insists someone reported him (or his car) to the police, 3-generations of women (the youngest of which was probably 4 at most) decked in too much make up, cheap perfume and prosthetics, making a police report because someone assaulted the granny, who was standing there posed with perfect peroxide hair, and I swear she would have looked very much at home in leopard-print leotards.

When they FINALLY came to do my fingerprints, I was only too glad. The officer attending me was tall and friendly looking enough. Problem... the last time I did any kind of fingerprinting was in Singapore, where they rolled my thumb on this cool mini monitor thing that captured my thumbprint to perfection. So I wasn't quite so thrilled to go back to the old ink-and-stamp method of fingerprinting.

Particularly when it involved all 10 digits.

By the time we got to my pinkie, my face was probably a mix of consternation and amusement. The policeman, unfazed, said to me cheerily, "Don't worry about it." And then added, "Because it's about to get worse." And with that, he grabbed my hand and calmly splotched it across the ink sheet and then printed my entire hand print on the paper. First the right, then the left.

It took me 15 very unglamorous minutes to get most of the ink out.

# posted by Velle | 1:33 am

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