Soiled Fingers
Couple of weeks ago, on the way to the City on the tram, the Australian Police called my mobile and I was not prepared for the phone call because I was busy digging coins to pay for my tram fare. So, shocked and trying to juggle coins and my mobile, I repeated my conversation on the tram(pretty loudly I think). Imagine eveyone staring at me when I said, “Hello?… Who is this calling?… Har?… Australian Police? …What time should I come tomorrow?… Great!… See you there.” Hahaa…
Actually, for immigration purpose I have to do my fingerprinting at the
police station and had to make appointment. My appointment was actually on
the 28 July but they suddenly got slots so asked me if I can come on friday
instead. Hehee…
So friday, I went out with KL and made my own way to the police station. Wah lau…so ulu the police station …and I had to walk so far somemore. But it was fun. I had to finger print every finger including my palms and even the sides of my palms. Damn Messy!! But I was clever, I brought my make up remover wet tissue so I could remove the ink better.
After that I had no idea how to do back to the City and I simply refused to go back the same dodgy way I came from. I walked to the nearby tram stop and asked if the tram brings me back to the city. I took the free City Circle Tram and past by Docklands. I pretended to be a tourist and trigger happy my fingers became.
*Pics of my trip on the City Circle Tram.