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A light, milky taste, slightly buttery, yet somewhat toasty, comes into contact with your tingling tastebuds. It isint long  before you taste a tinge of saltiness, followed by a lusciously sweet taste engulfing your entire mouth. The pale brown colour of cream swirled beautifully together with a darker shade of brown invites you to to take another scoop. And another, perhaps only allowing you to stop when you have had enough of gooey, sticky, salted caramel lingering around in your mouth.
Natania Wee

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The continuous mellow tone of sweetness whilst naturally swaying to the tune of the music by the piano left me in a dream world, where all my worries gradually faded, leaving my mind eventually. The harmonics singing by my ear left me immersed in the world of music, where it would draw a wide smile across my face and I would not wish to leave this dream world. The satisfaction of letting my fingers jump across the keyboard with staccato music, jazz, classical and almost every kind of music you would think of would definitely brighten up the atmosphere compared to a stark contrast of dullness and gloominess. The piano which was full of black and white appearance made the instrument full of negativity was just a cover.
Kaedence Tan (18)

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Each spoonful of the ice cream is filled with the creamy milk aroma together with an Oreo-flavoured crunch. The cool, creamy dessert wakes up its taster from the heat of summer. Contrasting in texture, the cookies and cream flavoured ice cream is more of a snack rather than a cooling device to withstand the higher temperatures of the year, cheering many kids up and sweetening up many adults’ days. It is one of the simplest, yet most popular ice cream flavour, without clashing tastes and a sweet touch to one’s summer

~Shi Hui

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With each stroke, a distinct yet soothing sound fills the room. With each note, I find a new purpose in life. With each pluck, a new burst of energy is injected into me. The flow of the music is like a river, washing away all worries and excitement, soothing my hyperactive heart and mind. In a place devoid of all emotions, I can finally immerse myself in the flow and find my inner calm. The satisfaction of achievement after playing a tune on the guitar is incomparable. Do not underestimate is, for with just six strings, a whole range of melodies can be achieved.

Boy Kwang Gee

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An ice cream of a shade of pastel pink with light shades  of red was served in front of me. The swirled dessert on the cup topped with waffles and sprinkles seemed appetising as I eagerly placed a scoop of the delectable ice cream into my mouth. In an instant, all my troubles vanished as the ice cream was overwhelmed with natural sweetness. The nice silky and smooth texture of the ice cream soothed my troubled mind. The organic taste of the strawberries made me feel energetic and lively once again. In a blink of an eye, there was not a single trace of ice cream left in the cup, however, there was still a creamy texture lingering in my mouth.
Kirsten

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My mouth watered as I stared at the glistening, foamy egg white with a golden sphere nestled in the coat of armour. After sprinkling some salt, I gently used a spoon to poke the yolk and the lubricious yolk gushed out onto my spoon. Opening my mouth wide, I placed the spoon in my mouth and savoured the overwhelming taste of the runny yolk. The richness of the yolk slowly dissolved in my mouth as I scooped another spoonful of it, ready for the next bite.
Rachel Ng (SY)

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I own an ordinary brown, wooden, acoustic guitar. Every time I had the opportunity to play it, I would make my guitar sing to me. It became my slave and I was its master. The sweet refrain of the acoustic guitar spoke a musical language to my soul. The strumming sound had a hypnotic soothing quality that I craved. To loose myself to the melody of the guitar was my idea of a heavenly afternoon. The music it produces flows through my veins and swirls in my head. It makes my fingers and feet dance to the beat unknowingly, as if it had a mind of its own.
-Rachel Ng JW

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As I trudge into my room after a long day,  I will spy my most treasured gift, a stuffed pink- coloured pig from Winne The Pooh . Porklet is pink from his head to toe, with black stripes on his shirt. He holds a little packet in his hands, which is bright red in colour, wrapped with a green coloured ribbon. On his bag,  the words ‘Merry Christmas' are inscribed in canary-coloured letters. Whenever his black beady eyes stare at me, I feel that he understands me. As I hug him, I feel that he is talking to me. Whenever I see porklet, he warms the cockles of my heart.  Porklet is a gift from my helper when i was 2 for Christmas. I had lots of cherished memories with him, for example watching cartoons together and bringing him to school for show and tell. Now, he sits on my bed, alongside some other cherished soft toys. However, porklet is the most treasured among all of them.  Porklet is truly a gift I treasure the most.
-clarice chen

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I picked up spoon and took a big scoop of creamy and pure white ice cream. The taste and flavour slowly melts on your tounge and triggers my sensitive taste buds.
"Mmmmm, what a delicious ice cream" I thought to myself.The traditional taste of ice cream is simply irresistable as I licked the spoon sparkling clean tillI I saw my own reflection. I brought the tub of ice cream foward and continued to finish the rest of the ice cream all by myself.

-binhui

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Noel Tan

George was basking in the afternoon rays of the sun, it's piercing gaze never leaving me as I walked across the room. Even while resting, it was alert and sharp. It rose its uglg head at the sight of a present- a live mouse i just dropped into its cage. In a flash, the choclate brown snake uncoiled itself and revealed its two, sword like fangs, diggin into the soft side of the now struggling mouse.

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Right in the middle of my well-furnished room, hangs a peculiar photograph. Though it did not fit well with the other photos, which were mostly pastel, i loved it very much. The gold painted frame made the photograph stand out even more. Looking at it somehow gave me solace, and it never failed to put a smile on my face. That photograph was given to me as a gift, from a lady, whom i respected and loved very dearly. Although it was not as expensive as other gifts, i treasured it a lot and it was by far the best gift every given to me. Why? This is because it was given to me by my beloved grandmother, just before she passed. It was a photograph of us smiling brightly during our last family outing. Thanks to her gift, i can still vividly remember her as my brave, trustable companion. Behind her wrinkled face was a heart of courage and dignity. My grandmother was never one to back down due to challenges, and would always stand up for what was right. She would give me great advice, and would always   encourage me. I always looked up to her and deeply respected her. This gift, the framed photograph, will always stand out to me, no matter how many paintings are being hung on my wall. I will always treasure it like how i treasured my dear grandmother, my favourite companion.
Arielle (2)

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They were waiting at the canopy, taking shade from the morning sun under the leaves. With their complex sharp eyes piercing into me through the glass tank in the corner of the room, watching my every step anticipating their morning prey falling from the heavens. As their mysterious ruler stepped closer with food on his fingertips, they raised their head and antenna, sniffing the aroma of the delicious cockroach, as if they were praying for their food. The sky was darkened under the shade of the giant palms, followed by the fall of their meal. In an instant, the ants started pouring out of the darkness into the sunlight, like an eruption of a volcano. They pounced onto the cockroach, pinning it down while the rest of the colony joins the live meal. The cockroach struggled and rolled around, but it’s legs are under the grip of insects with the strength of Superman if they were our size. Acid was sprayed in that one sided battle, blinding and burning the cockroach from all directions. It was like a fireball engulfing the cockroach, with the bright orange ants all over it. Atlas, the cockroach gave up and accepted its fate, giving up on the dream of living its life, accepting the fate as a farm animal. The ants lifted the cockroach and climbed their plant. Returning to their home in the hidden leaves where they can satisfy their ever hungry young.

-The only guy who would write about ants

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The texture of the ice cream is milky and creamy, needing almost no strength for the ice cream to be digested. The grey coloured ice cream is filled with lots of chocolate flavoured cookies, which gives the entire ice cream a nice crunch and added texture to it, making eating the ice cream more enjoyable. The mouthwatering aroma of the cookie and cream wafted through the air, with a hint of vanilla and chocolate scent. The sweet, yet crunchy ice cream entered my mouth, the creamy goodness engulfed my tastebuds, as the cream melted in mouth.
Cleo Ong

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tick tick tick. I watched as the hands of the watch moved. It's golden frame shone in the sun, showing off it's shiny glory. The tip of it's hands shaped like Poker Spades. "2:30pm" it read. Flipping back the cover of the pocket watch revealed a peace dove engraved on it's tawny sumptuous gold cover with french words surrounding it that i couldn't understand. This was the last gift my great grandfather gave to me before he passed. I already have another pocket watch that is almost a dead ringer for the one in my hand, but this watch will always hold a special place in my heart. Putting the pocket watch back in my pocket, feeling its metallic material one more time.

-the talkative guy (im sure u know who)

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A grand piano stood proudly in its corner, with dark gleams on the flat surfaces like a somber and polished sarcophagus. Gently taking my seat, I lifted my hand and rested it on the keyboard. The black and white keys, who complimented each other perfectly, and whom could not exist without the latter, greeted me once again. With my first note, the sound created by the hammer striking the string beneath resonated all around me. The rich, complex yet sustaining melody echoed and I was once again, left marvelling at the exquisite and well-executed harmony. From the mellow and deep end of the piano to the shrill, sharp and high-pitched contrasting end, from the short and sweet staccato notes to the dragged, continuous legato notes, the keys enveloped me in its sweet melody. Finishing the remaining of my piece, I was lost in the music. To think such an ordinary instrument could stir up seemingly strong emotions in me, made me realise the wonders of this musical instrument which I thoroughly enjoyed playing and listening to.
Joanne Chu

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As i slurped up the viscous contents of the egg into my mouth, my immediate reaction was an urge to spit the disgusting thing out. The slimy texture of the egg made me cringe and I regretted trying the raw egg.

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It was a soothing chocolate brown in colour. It sits at the corner of my room and stares at me. The temptation was impossible to resist so I picked it up and strummed the first chord that came to my mind. The melodic sound flowed through my body as it brought me to a wonderland of music. The more I strummed, the deeper I went into my wonderland. Each time I played a melody, the room would be filled with a relaxing energy which nothing could disrupt.
Javen Tan

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"You're saying that if I eat the egg, you'll pay me $10?" I questioned, puzzled by the odd request. Maddy nodded her head vigorously, which I could only respond to with a sigh. What was so special about eating a boiled egg anyways? I swiftly grabbed the cup on the table and peered in. Mouth agape, I stared at the translucent liquid. It sloshed with each tremble in my hand and the weight of the cup became increasingly heavier. The amber orb shone brightly, almost as if to mock me of how wrong I was. After contemplating whether it was worth it, I took a deep breath, shut my eyes, and threw the nasty liquid in my mouth. The cold slime slithered about my mouth, filling every crevice and every cavity. Surprisingly, the whites tasted bland, and only served the purpose of filling my mouth with an indescribable sensation. I forced the egg down but to no avail. After multiple attempts, the thin membrane of the yolk had burst. A sudden metallic scent burst throughout my mouth, a deadly combination with the buttery texture of the yolk. A putrid scent filled my nose and without hesitation, I spat out the concoction that had brewed in my mouth. Letting go of the breath I had been holding in, I glanced down at the cup. Never was I going to look at eggs the same way again.
- Clarice Oon

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In front of me on the table sat a 'Ben and Jerry's' tub. The lid is covered with a thin layer of ice and the words 'mint chocolate' were visible beneath it. I slowly opened the tub, revealing the firmly kept ice cream. I knew from past experience that this ice cream gives me a minty breath and it really refreshes my mind. I shoved a spoon into the tub, forcefully scooping large amounts out. The scoops of ice cream were starting to melt tiny rivers of melted cream into a puddle of cream at the bottom of the bowl. The textures and flavours in this ice cream appealed to every part of my senses. I could not wait to eat it.
-Kaiser

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Holding the brown raw egg, I gingerly knocked it against the table and cracked it. Spilling all its contents into a bowl carefully.Throwing the shell away,I slowly picked up the bowl,filled with raw egg and drank it.Immediately,I spat it out in disgust. The slimy texture of the egg made me cringe as I vowed never to eat raw egg ever again.
-Jyun Hong

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with such a wide plethora of classic ice cream flavours and more innovative, bizarre flavours being introduced, it is no surprise that I struggled to pick my favourite ice cream flavour. however, if I had to choose one, it would be the absolutely delactable Cookies n Cream. The moment a huge scoop of Cookies n Cream enters my mouth, its rich and silky cream immediately engulfs my tongue. gradually, the ice cream melts in my mouth like an ice cube under the hot sun. despite that, the fun does not stop just there. my tastebuds dance with delight as I savour the bits and pieces of cookies. the dough-like cookies complement the sweet cream perfectly, bringing the ice cream to a whole new level. not only does the ice cream taste good, it looks mouthwatering as well. the bowl of off-white Cookies n Cream, mixed with the appetising chocolate cookies, is indeed a feast for my eyes.
cherysh