Wrote this in 2007. Something for me to remember NUS by.
School beckons, readings scream to be read.
Seems RBR and carbonisation come as a package.
Halls picks up pace as activities fill the place.
The unheard-of CCAs and clubs: suddenly welcome teas come out.
Freshies or newbies, however you call them,
Keep blundering and wondering what’s SS and GEM.
In the hustle and bustle, glimpses of friends flicker along corridors.
Rooms once echoing in silence break into a flurry exchange of words.
Buses forever cramped like sardines.
And canteens packed like buffet restaurants.
All found in one place,
The one and only NUS.
Heaven's Journey - One step at a time 