Voodoo

Next week, I have to go to Mexico.

And that f*cking Mexican bitch at the Mexican embassy is such a pain in the butt.

I went there once. First she bitched that my letter was not addressed to the embassy. Chow Chee Bai! I had to then frantically contact my Mexican friends (who all switched off their cells, cause they were partying).

1 day wasted.

Then I went on the 2nd day. She f*cking complained that my letter needs to come from Malaysia! F*cking bitch! Where I work, there's no legal entity in Malaysia so I got a letter from the USA stating that "Karipap works for XXX and is based in Malaysia"

That also cannot. I cursed and put voodoo on her 50 generations, that Mexican bitch.

I am now sitting in the contracting company whilst we conjure out a letter.

I hope my 3rd trip to the f*cking embassy is successful.

Curse you, you bitch!