Friday night lying on Freedom Park and under the stars, Part 2 (because the current suddenly fluctuated and it would be really shitty if I lost the stuff I've typed so far)

* Number of friends at friendster list: still 31

(To continue)
C: Who's paying for your trip?
A: Me, my parents and an uncle
C: Could you show me a copy of your paper?
A: (Opens bag, extracts thesis and opens it in front of consul)
C: Yes, I can see it from here.
A: (Waits, waits)
C: You're attending a conference and you need three weeks for that?
A: I'm visiting some friends and relatives after that. (By this time, my head was still set in 'show-him-what-he-asks-for' mode, which was interrupted by...)
C: It's okay now. You have fun.
A: (Am still not realizing what's going on until I realized he didn't give me back my passport and a yellow piece of paper was given.) Oh! Okay. Thank you.

Grand total time spent for Q&A: four to five minutes.

Amazing. He didn't ask for my appointment paper (which indicates my May 31 termination of contract). Which was my main source of worry. I practically ended up spending more time waiting for my interview and lining up to pay for the courier service that would deliver my passport with visa.

Whew. Finally, a completed story.

HELLO, VERMONT. FOR REAL.