Thursday, February 28, 2013

Australian Customs

I apologize for my lack of updates. I had been very busy before I left for holiday to Brunei. I was working everyday, and every free chance I get I had to clean the house. My reason for this cleaning is so when I come back I won't have a massive cleaning to do, especially knowing I will be back to work, and also because my mom will be visiting so I need to make sure its spotless. Mind you, she still managed to find stuff to nag about. Grrr!

My holiday was great, a very short one but still memorable, but I will leave that topic for upcoming posts. I would like to talk about the Australian customs instead.

Have any of you watched Australia Border Security? Lol I know I haven't. I should have.

5 of us, my mom, brother, aunt (mom sister in law), Skip and myself, had a long flight to catch. Woke up ty 10am to do some last minute purchases and got stuck in the traffic jam for about an hour which made us late for some last minute packing thus rushing like mad people then we leave home at 2, depart at 4.25pm, arrive at KL around 6.30pm, and then a 6 hour wait before our flight to Perth at 11.55pm and reach Perth at 6.20am.

All 5 of us were stuck at quarantine section for 2 hours. Why? Thanks to the fobs hahahaha.

Initially we were to declare food my mom and aunt had brought in. So Skip and I (Greg wasn't with us yet as he was still waiting for his luggage) do not have any food to declare so we went ahead. The lady let us off without the need to x-ray any baggage or something. So I ask the lady if I could stay to assist my mom as she has stuff to declare, which she then led us ALL to the quarantine. They then x-rayed our stuff and questioned us. After that they still questioned us more like, what is the reason for their visit, which one is my mom, whats the relation with my aunt and us, whats the relation with skip and I, etc. The thing is right, everything just didn't match up. Let me put that in point form...

1) Aunt is full blown fob like. She doesn't speak a single English other than "I don't know"
2) My mom was rushing everywhere trying to look for us, brushing off the officers
3) My brother, Greg is sick and blurred and slow, with proper full name on his passport
4) Skip, a Australian Cambodian man
5) Me, who don't look like my mom or brother, without proper full name on passport (because my dad fucked it up when he was applying for my passport when I was at legal age to bear my own passport)
6) They asked if anyone else is staying at my house, and we responded yes. Gave the name that starts with: Muhammad.

So here.. it looks like Skip is bringing in all the fobs to work illegally on their 3 month tourist visa, whilst I am the intermediary, speaking in Mandarin and English.

How fuckup is that? I told my dad about it and he said lucky he didn't go because he is a full blown brown Indian man rofl. But it would actually save us alot of trouble if he did come, atleast then it makes sense to why my mom is Chinese and I am creamed coloured. Cuz you know...white and brown is cream right? Hahahahah.

Thinking back it was funny. But when it happened that day, it was distressing. They checked everything, down to pieces of paper, to x-raying empty luggages to contents of our phones. WTF man. I know they are doing their job, but goddamn 2 hours. Any more and we will be up for 24hours. What a day. But then again it balanced the holiday. It was a damn good holiday. ^^

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