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As the perfectly cooked sunny-side-up egg was slid down from the pan to the plate in front of me, I sense my saliva accumulating at the bottom of my mouth. Picking up my metal fork with eyes full of sparks, I slowly, but surely sunk the fork into the beautiful yellow lump floating on a white palette with dark charred edges. ‘Pop’, it is as if I can hear the sound of the thin layer of skin outside the perfect yellow fluid shattering, as a waterfall of the gorgeous, runny, thick yellow substance poured out, overflowing the egg white surrounding it and the plate underneath. I sliced a piece of egg white carefully and folded it into the egg yolk, making sure that every single corner is well covered of that savoury goodness, before I opened my mouth and bit the piece out of my fork. The smooth egg slid right down my throat as I finally let out a sigh of satisfaction. the aftertaste of the salty and sweet egg yolk left in my mouth. What a rich flavour of something so simple!

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The alluring yellow fluid seemed barely able to be contained in the thin, translucent membrane of the yolk. It seemed to be calling out to me, as i stared longingly at it. Surrounded by the egg white which had a slight yellow tint of oil on it. i could almost imagine it in my mouth, bursting into a yellow hue with the slightest application of pressure and sliding smoothly into my throat. i took a moment to truly appreciate it for its beauty as i prepared to eat it. and then yuheng stabbed it with a fork as usual.

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Sinking into my blue leatherback sofa, I brought the golden, shining piece of metal to eye level, holding it gingerly with both hands. I reminisced about the good times with my grandmother. The medallion was a gift from her before she passed, and it glowed under the light, it’s lanyard made from silky smooth, red and yellow nylon with a light blue and pink pattern along it. This was my pride, my treasure, something I would never give up for anything. Closing my eyes, memories of my grandmother came flooding back. Delicious food that she cooked; the stories she used to read to me; all the laughs and smiles we had together; they all came rushing into my mind. Slowly and steadily, I let myself melt away, back to the good old days, where my grandmother was waiting for me.

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When I first laid my eyes on her, I knew she was the one. Her light brown fur that is complimented with a hint of black simply dazzled in the sunlight. Her signature look, which is to slightly stick out her tongue sideways, is definitely unforgettable. And the way her two ears perk up, her head curiously turning from left to right whenever she hears a sound is just adorable. Everything, from her appearance to behavioural habits, captivated me entirely.

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As the aromatic smell of sunny side up eggs wafts through the air, the runny, golden yolk oozes out of the crevices of the white crispy layer on top, with a crisp 'crunch' sound. Bursting with flavour, the yolk melts in my mouth, running over every single taste bud, flooding my mouth with its deliciousness. My eyes popped open as I covered my mouth with my hand. Wow. I hurriedly took another bite, wanting to continue to savour this rich, palatable egg forever.

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Cookies and cream—the crunchy crushed Oreo bits stuffed within the rich and creamy vanilla ice cream. It is none other than my favourite ice cream flavour. The sweet flavour and the cool feeling with every bite that I take lifts my mood up instantly, as well as satisfy my sweet tooth. Under the scorching sun, every bite that I took felt like heaven, and the icy cold ice cream immediately cools my whole body. It was so refreshing that taking one big bite was a treat to my senses. The delectable taste and its smooth consistency it had to offer took away the pain of having to walk in the sweltering heat that was about to burn my whole body and fry it to a crisp. For a moment, all my thoughts and worries became non-existent, as then it was only me and the ice cream. The melting vanilla ice cream with bits of black Oreo cookies in it seemed like as if they were begging me to eat it as it melted and dripped onto my hand bit by bit, and of course it was impossible to resist the temptation to just take bite after bite.Eventually,the once appetizing cookies and cream ice cream right before my very eyes was gone within minutes and had gone straight into my stomach.

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What is an instrument that has 88 keys of two different colours, black and white? If your guess is a piano, that's correct! The classical piano produces a warm and beautiful mellowed sound, which looks like a flower blooming. With a spectrum of tonal values, the piano articulates each note in a rich and resonating way. As the fingers of a pianist hover above the keys, the piano produces a sweet, round, dark and rich sound.

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A warm droplet dripped onto my face as I glanced up, only to see its large, crystal clear ocean eyes. "woof!" as I felt the heavy breath of air on my face. It smothered my cheek with slurpy kisses as rumbling sounds from its plump belly could be heard. It's golden brown fur and floppy ears melted my heart. It sat there, with its tail swaying vigorously from left to right, with eager eyes as I scooped its food.

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Do. Re. Mi. Fa. So. I looked out at the breathtaking view as I imagined myself stroking the notes in front of the Venice River. The majestic and melodious sounds produced by the sensational instrument sitting in front of me. My graceful, smooth, and talented piece of skin and bones hit each note with force as I laid my fingers on the mighty, alluring, and melodic piece of art. Slowly, the tune of Moonlight Sonata hits as close as home.

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Resembling a double-pronged, baby pink pitchfork, its thin tongue flits out while its slitted eyes stare ahead unblinkingly. Peach white scales glitter under the warm bedroom light, smooth as my index finger glides delicately over them. Quiet rustling sounds as the ball python slithers across the blanket, towards me. It slowly, expertly, winds up my arm, eventually coiling itself around my shoulders. Contented hissing, softened by drowsiness, thrums my collarbone. Within minutes, its body is still, save for its gentle, rhythmic rise and fall.

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Keith, Clarie, Wei Zhi, Natalie and Jayden 

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Keith, Clarie, Wei Zhi, Natalie and Jayden 

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1 - It means a lot. So so much. It's soft. It's warm. It's... Comforting. Like a torch in darkness, like a light , at the end of the long draining day at school. I remember the flowery scent that came from it's small, round ears. Grandma loved flowers, so she left some dried ones in the ears of this gift. This teddy bear is a gift that I shall forever treasure. The last gift my Grandmother gave.

2 - There is a fire in my cold, on my frostbitten heart, the torch in my dark. Whenever I was with you, I would thank my lucky stars for the moments. With a smile plastered on your face that could light up the New York cold, you were all my strengths and my weaknesses. You were the one who helped me battled my worst "demons". When I was younger, I treated you the worst, although I do not know anyone stronger, it must have hurt. I do not see you as much as I used to, but if I did, I know that I would tell you "I’m sorry". If I made you cry, I would tell you "I love you" a million times, but I could never be half that person even if I tried. If I had to put it into words, When I think of an angel, all I ever see is you.

Thank you Mother, for always showering me with your love that is worth even more than gold. You are the greatest gift I have  ever received and I could never ask for anything more than having you as my dear mother, as there was simply nothing more. I'm going to treasure you until my lungs give out because I promise till death does us apart like in our vows, I would tell you "I love you". Be it in rain, thunder or lightning.

Love,
your beloved daughter,
Emily.

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Fingers dancing across the keys of my beloved piano, tiles moving up and down, hitting the delicate strings inside the piano, calm and soothing music pieces resonating across the room; what a beautiful sight to see and tune to listen to! Fully immersed, sometimes I imagine myself in spring and hearing the distant sound of birds chirping as if singing another song for me to listen to; the repetitive chords of the famous Canon in D soothe my nerves. The gentle breeze carries all my worries and the beautiful songs into other listeners' ears for their worries to drift away into that breeze. That gentle breeze drifting away seemingly teleports everyone to a different dimension, all to enjoy that same piano piece drifting through the wind.

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As my fingers flew across the keyboard, the keys moving up and down like a wave, the calming tune resonating through my ears. Immersing myself into the rich melody, letting it flow through in legato. Soothing and melodious to the ear, my muscles relaxing as all my worries drifted away. Teleported to a new dimension, with only myself and music reverberating throughout, I melt into its gentle caress, allowing myself to get carried away.

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The thought of indulging in a rich, sugary and delectable ice cold treat is one of the simple pleasures in life i'm sure that many enjoy. Amongst the seemingly endless array of flavours, my favourite would be mint chocolate chip. With its charming shade of pastel green and cool, crisp aftertaste, topped on a crunchy waffle cone, it is truly a scrumptious and comforting dessert.