Thai Airways. Smooth As Silk, Diplomatic Faux Pas

Written By bryanboy

Thai Airways. Smooth as Silk

[Disclaimer: get some red bull, some amphetamines, coffee or whatever you can grab to keep you awake because this post will most likely bore you to death. But frankly, I’m a happy camper.]

BadhairdayWho would have thought my Wednesday would be soooo productive?

I think a ton of people are still suffering from post-mortem syndrome.

Everything is starting to go back to normal; the country’s government and business sectors have been closed since Friday last week and today is the first day all the office workers, clerks, 9-5ers, the yucky yuppies brigade and their ilk, go back to work.

I got up at 5AM earlier this morning. I don’t care if I didn’t put make up on and I had a bad hair day – I was determined to file my visa application with Embassy #3.

Wore my Elie Tahari trousers tucked in my brown Frye boots, a Lacoste pique polo and a Zara cardigan. Brought my Birkin with me. It’s the only respectable bag that I have.

I originally plan on channeling my inner Madonna for Versace ad campaign but I ended up looking like a woman in her 40s. I don’t give a shit though. I was probably the best dressed person in the Embassy.

Can I just say how wonderful that embassy is? It was Thai Airways galore – everything was smooth as silk.

Sure I have to queue for about an hour and a half but when they opened their doors at 9AM sharp, I was out in no more than 20 minutes.

I handed the Filipino lady at the counter 2 sets of folders: one containing all my original documents – tax returns, bank books, financial statements, birth certificate, all my passports, bank statements, everything… and another containing my visa application, pictures, itineraries and photocopies of EVERYTHING in folder 1.

I told her I need to get my passports back AND folder #1 (originals) cause I’m also applying for a visa with Embassy #4. She told me there’s no problem.

I was totally surprised that the lady was nice. Seriously. She even SMILED! She even talked to me! It’s quite refreshing actually.

In other words, SHE WASN’T A ROBOT. 

She quickly went through my documents (yep, all 8,491 KILOS worth of documents) and told me they’re all ok and she’ll accept them. She asked me as to when I got the passport photos (that I submitted) taken. I said March. She replied: we can only accept photos taken within the last 6 months, come back with new photos.

Other than that she told me to contact the hotel I’m staying at and ask them to fax the Embassy with a hotel confirmation.

I asked her whether or not I’ll be interviewed and she said there’s no need. It takes about 10 days for processing.

It was simple as that.

I was so excited and relieved that I minced my way out of the door thinking there’s still enough time to go to Embassy #2… soo excited I completely forgot to get my passports.

I ran back to the elevator and went straight to the counter again and told her I forgot to get my passports and my folders back.

She greeted me with a smile, told me she was just about to call but she’s glad I came and that’s about it.

As I’ve said earlier, I have two phrases: Thai Airways. Smooth As Silk.

I hope I get approved… otherwise I’ll commit suicide.

Diplomatic Faux Pas

I take back whatever I said on THIS post. I would like to express my sincerest apologies to Mrs. Isthatanold Dior for calling her a bitch.

I encounted her again today (who, btw, wore a vibrant floral ensemble) at Embassy #2. I was supposed to go there Tomorrow – they were going to open the Visa Section strictly for me because I whinged I’m busy on Wednesday.

But since I finished at Embassy #3 early, I thought I’d drop by at Embassy #2 to see what they can do for me.

THIS TIME HOWEVER, SHE GREETED ME WITH A SMILE!

I couldn’t help but wonder why all these consuls are suddenly smiling when they have reputations that they are colder than cold-blooded animals. It’s quite mind-boggling actually.

Have they really opened up to the fact that I’m NOT going to be one of these?

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Anyway, I explained to her my case THOROUGHLY, gave her the bank receipts that I paid the expedited payment fee.

She told me it’s going to be VERY, VERY, VERY cold in December.

Then I told her it’s going to be MONEY WELL SPENT. I’m wearing my FUR!

She laughed (it requires more than a MIRACLE for a consul to do such thing).

Then she pointed on her calendar, did some calculations.

Visa Approved. I’ll pick it up early next week.

She gave me a double entry visa.

I’m a happy, happy young man!

More updates later.

Baboosh!

4 Comments

  1. Fabulous! Like airports, embassies are surreal places, like gateways to another place. Congratulations, skinny boy!
    Every day life keeps on going forward quietly
    And I go with her like a fish in the ocean
    Taking what she gives me with gratitude.
    I don’t ask her anything because she gives me
    Exactly what I need at the right time.
    Every second the miracle of life is right here
    In front of our eyes.
    – Nahsti

  2. Not by holding their crotches and giving the fuck you finger when the INS is hunting them down.
    Fine. People DO deserve a nice shot in life but what about those of us who have nothing but genuine intentions of travelling somewhere just because we want to travel?
    I like my life here and there’s no way I’m exchanging it for greener pastures somewhere else.
    I don’t deserve to be fuckin treated like potential illegal immigrant just because there are A TON of people out there who are friggin illegals… or, as you said, who want to have a nice shot in life.

  3. There is a special place in hell reserved for you, you stuck up, superficial, shallow, egotistical douchebag.
    You much have a huge ego to think that animals should have to die so you can feel “fabulous”. There is nothing fabulous about wearing the chemically preserved carcass of an animal who was slaughtered in some brutal way such as gassing, suffocation, live skinning, or anal electrocution (which I think you would probably enjoy a little too much). Hopefully there is such thing as karma or hell so you can feel the horrible pain and fear that those animals felt at the hands of snobby fur hags like yourself.
    You are a sick person and you should be skinned alive for what you do and the fur you endorse. Do the world a favor and die.

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