Untold Untruths
Mike Wozowski is gobsmacked for good reason.
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Wednesday, December 15
I've reached the light at the end of the tunnel.
Mr. Rao's tuition finally ended today. Someone let out a deafening yell at the end of Addmath. (It wasn't Tee Yew, for a wonder.) I could relate completely. I'm so grateful it's over: those early mornings have been getting tougher and tougher to shake off.
Worse still, I've been incredibly lethargic during class these last 2 weeks. The cold air from the conditioners keep drying up my contact lenses and cause my vision to blur. It made me sleepier than I usually already am.
Mr. Rao is an odd man, successful as he is. Half a year with him and I'm no closer to guessing what's his game than I ever was. He talks about paying respect to nature so that it will take care of you; about how if you let any one businessman know your birthdate you are putting yourself in danger; about having contacts at Bukit Aman Police Station and how he can (and already has) get anyone in trouble with the authorities by simply placing a call... and so on.
He teaches Physics, Chemistry and Addmath all the way till Upper-6-standards. He's supposed to be a man of science and reason. Yet he can spend up to half-an-hour talking about these things, and relate allegedly true incidents with it. I don't really know what to make of him.
When he was talking about the birthdates thing, I asked Sukanya if it were true. (He was saying that there was this Hindu-religion book thing which you could use to find out everything about anybody, if only you have their birthdate.)
She said it was all crap.
She told me quite abit too, about their religion, because I asked who did she pray to. "God." She said. Apparently, to them, God comes in all sorts of forms. It was something about how different parts of India prefer to pray and worship to a certain aspect of the same God. The same God could come in the form of a mother, a daughter, a father, a warrior, a bringer of wealth and fortune etc.
"Take me for an example. Different people see a different side of me. My parents see me as a daughter. My sister sees me as an elder sister. My school sees me as a prefect. My friends see me as a friend. You know?"
Sukanya helped me understand in that way. She's a really cool girl.
It makes me wonder a bit about the God I pray to. Could we be praying to the same God? Just in different names and ways? But... no it can't be, because they don't know about what God did.
Finally replied Sir today.
To : yoongtc@undisclosed.com
Subject: Re: PHANTOM OF DELIGHT
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Dear Sir,
Thank God for a reply from you :) I was indeed very dubious about the obsolete-ness of your old email address, but decided to write to you regardless. Do thank your computer geek for me :)
Reading your email made me beam like the sun. It quite blew up my head, Sir. I have never received such praise before :) Thank you. And you know, it is amusing to think that I were fiery, because to be sure, right now I can remember no quite such thing.
My career is a near-complete haze at the moment, so I am extremely grateful to have you speak in such positive conviction. It is most re-assuring and yes! I would be very, very proud to be one of your "chosen ones".
Marcus the Brute is no longer very much of a brute, thank God :) He is a much nicer young man now. Though occassionally, he does launch into abit of a tantrum regarding his computer. I've been bringing him to church for the youth service, and his attitude has improved very much this year.
About our little chat, may I propose this Friday morn? I will of course call up your Girl Friday before my mum and I pop in.
And if I may ask, why in the world are you bald now? I hope this happened by your choice, and that it wasn't the tobacco... or anything of the sort. You are well, aren't you?
I remain yours truly,
Krystle.
PS. My sister makes a face at the line "Please give Eunice a kick on the glueteus maximus for giving you the wrong address." Haha :)
PPS. It's Kryst-L-E, not Kryst-A-L (scowl) and not Wrong to boot!
... So. What am I going to wear tomorrow?
Worse still, I've been incredibly lethargic during class these last 2 weeks. The cold air from the conditioners keep drying up my contact lenses and cause my vision to blur. It made me sleepier than I usually already am.
Mr. Rao is an odd man, successful as he is. Half a year with him and I'm no closer to guessing what's his game than I ever was. He talks about paying respect to nature so that it will take care of you; about how if you let any one businessman know your birthdate you are putting yourself in danger; about having contacts at Bukit Aman Police Station and how he can (and already has) get anyone in trouble with the authorities by simply placing a call... and so on.
He teaches Physics, Chemistry and Addmath all the way till Upper-6-standards. He's supposed to be a man of science and reason. Yet he can spend up to half-an-hour talking about these things, and relate allegedly true incidents with it. I don't really know what to make of him.
When he was talking about the birthdates thing, I asked Sukanya if it were true. (He was saying that there was this Hindu-religion book thing which you could use to find out everything about anybody, if only you have their birthdate.)
She said it was all crap.
She told me quite abit too, about their religion, because I asked who did she pray to. "God." She said. Apparently, to them, God comes in all sorts of forms. It was something about how different parts of India prefer to pray and worship to a certain aspect of the same God. The same God could come in the form of a mother, a daughter, a father, a warrior, a bringer of wealth and fortune etc.
"Take me for an example. Different people see a different side of me. My parents see me as a daughter. My sister sees me as an elder sister. My school sees me as a prefect. My friends see me as a friend. You know?"
Sukanya helped me understand in that way. She's a really cool girl.
It makes me wonder a bit about the God I pray to. Could we be praying to the same God? Just in different names and ways? But... no it can't be, because they don't know about what God did.
Finally replied Sir today.
To : yoongtc@undisclosed.com
Subject: Re: PHANTOM OF DELIGHT
____________________________________________________________________________
Dear Sir,
Thank God for a reply from you :) I was indeed very dubious about the obsolete-ness of your old email address, but decided to write to you regardless. Do thank your computer geek for me :)
Reading your email made me beam like the sun. It quite blew up my head, Sir. I have never received such praise before :) Thank you. And you know, it is amusing to think that I were fiery, because to be sure, right now I can remember no quite such thing.
My career is a near-complete haze at the moment, so I am extremely grateful to have you speak in such positive conviction. It is most re-assuring and yes! I would be very, very proud to be one of your "chosen ones".
Marcus the Brute is no longer very much of a brute, thank God :) He is a much nicer young man now. Though occassionally, he does launch into abit of a tantrum regarding his computer. I've been bringing him to church for the youth service, and his attitude has improved very much this year.
About our little chat, may I propose this Friday morn? I will of course call up your Girl Friday before my mum and I pop in.
And if I may ask, why in the world are you bald now? I hope this happened by your choice, and that it wasn't the tobacco... or anything of the sort. You are well, aren't you?
I remain yours truly,
Krystle.
PS. My sister makes a face at the line "Please give Eunice a kick on the glueteus maximus for giving you the wrong address." Haha :)
PPS. It's Kryst-L-E, not Kryst-A-L (scowl) and not Wrong to boot!
... So. What am I going to wear tomorrow?