Awareness of Disabilities

For those born with physical or mental disabilities, it is tough.

The child with the mental disability may never understand why other people are different from him, or why they sometimes do not include him in activities that they partake in; the child with the physical disability may never understand why he does not have what others have, or why he cannot participate in activities that others can.

The father of a son with Down Syndrome holds his son’s hand and takes him for an evening stroll; he tries to explain to his boy the importance of exercise and how much he loves him. He holds on to the boy’s hand and knows that he would swap nothing in the world for this evening stroll that they are taking together.

At night the same father lies in bed thinking that perhaps his boy may never lead a life like others around him. Smiley as the boy may be, the father wonders if it would have been better if he had never been born into this world, and he wonders too if his love would ever be enough to fill the boy’s world with happiness and comfort.

The boy continues to smile at his father during the evening stroll, and at that moment… the father bends down holding his boy and breaks down into tears.

 

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An Exercise In Structural Disintegration

Such flawless skin:
Few women can inspire
The flow of my pen
In the way that you do;

I can trace out
The contours of your collarbone
As I feel my hand down your neck
Towards the side of your arm;

I am reminded of Everest:
The fairness of your skin resembles
The beauty of the snow caps
Basking in the warm radiance of the sun;

I feel a rush in me as I
Desire to reach
The peaks of excitement
With you and only you;

I feel my pen disintegrating
My stanzas not making sense
As my heart pounds harder and harder
Just looking at you
Sitting there alone touching
The back of your hair

And at the moment
Oh I wish that hand touching you
Was me!
Oh thy glorious skin!

As I struggle to catch my breath

In you: my universe is found.

 

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?