Cosmic Release

Equal measures of comfort
Separated ineffably by a bus route;

Perhaps all we can seek is comfort:
Happiness is too much to ask for.

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Life as an NUS Student [In Bits and Pieces]

While at my maiden Boxing session today, I did a couple of silly things which I can’t help but laugh at during and afterwards.

  1. I didn’t know anyone there when I arrived, so I picked one guy out of a gym of many people to ask if it was also his first time and if he knew how to box at all. Turned out that the guy was the instructor.

  2. I can’t box or punch to save my life, so I tried to be clever and chose the scrawniest guy wearing a checkered shirt and berms (why would anyone do that? Can’t be experienced right?) to be my shadow / mock-sparring partner. Turned out that he had prior training and experience in boxing back when he was in China. Chinese boxer? I immediately thought of Bruce Lee.

  3. Because of (2), I had to box, exchange points and ask him to punch me in mandarin. I am totally blaming the panting if he didn’t understand what I was saying. Ha ha.

  4. I bought the club tee and discovered that it was XS when I reached back to hall. They probably ran out of S sized ones by then too. Here’s to not checking your goods.

Here is a small slice of my life as an NUS Student; a silly slice that probably doesn’t have the strawberry or maraschino ha ha.

Or finger wraps. Did I tell you I was the only one who shadow boxed bare-fist without finger wraps?