My uncle

Hours ago, I got off the phone with my uncle, better known to me as Pak lang. It's so funny how he always has a story up his sleeve for me... ever since I was a kid. He used to tell me about durians and snakes and he was the one who insisted on buying me educational softwares, making me practise my grammar and maths. Somehow though, he always gave in to "Madeline" or "Putt-putt" (haha yes i LOVED those games!!) after persistant wheedling and whining, much to my kiddish delight.

So anyway today he was telling me to aim for an 'A' in economics and give Islamic banking a shot. "THAT'S WHERE THE MONEY IS, NAS! DON'T DO MASS COMM"

Well, NEWS FLASH: I'm in the lowest band for econs at Millennia-fucking-Institute and it's quite safe to say that I'm probably among the weakest A'level candidates for economics in the entire Singapore. But I'm trying, really I am. Of course my uncle wouldn't understand my reluctance and laziness because his profession doesn't recognize stuff like sitting down to rest, daydream/blog! They'd probably lose a few million for every minute off. I don't think he's ever even experienced boredom in the last 15 years. Naturally, I am always very touched when he calls me during whatever little spare time he has to chart my progress. I told him about my first two Cs that I scored for the Econs mock test (which i admit i kinda cheated on, since I saw the qns and quickly crammed whatever one hour before the paper) and he went on to tell me very very enticing stuff about Islamic Banking, throwing figures at me (i was already translating those figures into material goods like Bottega Venetta and Balenciaga in my head) . I guess he just wants one of us to work with a bank, because it's almost like guranteeing your financial security. Of course he never fails to add that it's really extremely risky and stressful shit... which explains his receeding hairline.

I really look up to my uncle and I hope that whoever I find in the future would be just like him. I like the way he respects everyone and the way he's so humble and sincere in everything that he does. Also, he's the neatest and most gentle husband to my auntie (haha, or so she claims). Nevertheless, my auntie also complains about how he's the least romantic guy she's ever met because my uncle would present her with a new kitchen appliance on each and every of her birthday, to replace the faulty one, right from the first year they got married. But I bet she love all those suprise holidays and also the "loose change", in hundreds, that she finds hidden all over the place around the house when she cleans! Haha. From the way he eats, to the way he spends, I can only hope that my future husband share these traits too. There is nothing sexier than to have a man who can pay off credit card bills without accumulating interest. Mrs Pillai (mr pillai's wife) can vouch for that, i'm sure.

ANYWAYS,

Selamat fasting semua people :) No hanky panky y'all, those with bfs/gfs or FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS (haha, youknowwhoyouare horr).

I am sooo excited. I can't wait to pray my heart out and hope, work and just pray for the best that He is willing to give.

Oh and i'm also looking forward to dropping 2 dress sizes. Hopefully with all that stress, 4! Ambitious, i know. But yeah, that's just an additional perk. I have bigger fish to catch and fry.