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?

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The Search Is On

Come let me write for you
As I watch a Pro Bono lecture
Take place right up front
While I sit right behind;

Many heads and ponytails
Many faces and spectacles
Many sleeping and many typing
All in the law fac auditorium;

Yet I don’t see you
Not your head nor ponytail
Not you sleeping nor typing
Where in the lac fac auditorium are you?

I wrote searching for you.

Anew

You feel like
the warm tingles of a relationship that has gone by
with liquorice hints of something that once
was altogether beautiful and captivating;

It is not easy to get used to someone new;
similarly difficult to get used to someplace new.

But promising it is:
the telltale signs are all there amongst
the paintings on the wall and the music
playing in the backdrop.