Then and Now: Orchard Road

By Jovern As sure as a start of another day, the sun rises from the east. Fact. Most things erode with the sands of time. Fact. All men will die. Fact. No matter rain or shine, whether the graveyard is bustling to welcome another or whether deathly silence prevails, the fact is that we, guardiansContinue reading “Then and Now: Orchard Road”

Then and Now: Former National Library Singapore

By Lionel 1960  Singapore’s first national library was built. I lived on Stamford Road, and it was just a short walk from my house. I remember being six when my parents took me there for the first time, and as a child I was fascinated. The completed library had a reinforced concrete framed structure withContinue reading “Then and Now: Former National Library Singapore”

Ode to a Parrot

By Renee A beautiful exotic Beast  Beloved everywhere  From north to south, from west to east  For their Feathers and their Flair  Their curious minds  And playful manners  Their sweet faces could light up a room  They have talents for learning tricks of all kinds  They can also speak on various matters  They may alsoContinue reading “Ode to a Parrot”

Valentine’s Day Rejection Poetry Contest

This year we held a Valentine’s Day contest on our Instagram page at @nushjournalism. Students wrote and submitted poems about rejection, and we received 81 poems in all. Below are the first to third place winners, as well as the honorable mentions and other entries. Congratulations to all winners!

The Allure of Idiocy

By Dayrius Tay

In 1995, a well-built middle-aged man robbed two Pittsburgh banks in broad daylight. Bucking the trend, he stormed in sans disguise, even smiling at the security cameras on his way out. Delusional crackpot or drug addict? McArthur Wheeler was neither. Following his inevitable arrest, he watched surveillance tapes in disbelief, mumbling to bemused interrogators that he ‘wore the juice’. […]

the joy of writing

by cherry 

I distinctly remember sitting next to a friend named John* in primary school, right at the back of the classroom. He was the kind of friend I talked to only in class, but never made eye contact with out of the classroom. Soft-spoken, but talkative enough to keep me entertained during lessons. Sometimes, when we finished the work assigned to us, we would drift off into our own conversations. One particular instance, we decided to craft a story about our friends and us going on an adventure. Pretty typical and lame now that I think about it again, but to us back then, it was a novel idea. So our story writing began: we passed a small notebook between the two of us, each writing a short paragraph before passing it back. […]