just minishorts.

So good. I've crossed Day-4 of my tenure as a self-employed editor and things have been great because I haven't been doing anything but sleep really late, wake up really late, hang out with boyfriend, quarrel with Mummy and control seething glares at my 4th uncle's 30-year-old mistress.

I have to mention the glares because the bitch was flirting with my boyfriend during karaoke session last night and we-who-truly-belong-to-the-family-via-blood-relations all felt the woman had no place in the scheme of great things.

Now this was what-the-fuck happened.

We sang Chinese songs.

My uncle's mistress is English educated. Elder cuz and I thought we should make her happy and put in some English oldies for the chick. OK lah, poor thing, the scorned black sheep who obviously didn't belong.

So we came to this song called 'Only You' (that one that goes, '…can make my world seem right…', and I was begging Eric to sing with me. So my boyfriend obliged, on condition I sang with him. Conversation went something like this.

'Want me to sing meh?'
'Urrrr….. sing lah… you can sing this song pretty well…'
'Okay, okay. On condition you sing with me…'

Lookie here, the moment Eric said that, the freaky bitch said.

'Oh okay. Let's sing together.'

Like what the fuck? My uncle's like 30 years your senior, and you wanna hit on my boyfriend? Bad enough that you've left the family in shambles, you've infected your leechy hands all over the extended family, and now, you're flirting with my boyfriend?

Sheesh…

Okay. Please forgive me for my profanities in the above post. But I just CANNOT tolerate this nonsense.