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It is always beside me in school. I have never went to school without it. It is contains all the stationaries that I need for school. This is my pencil case. I have always used it ever since I got it as a Children’s Day present which was 3 years ago when I was primary 5. Given to me by my favourite teacher I have treasured it ever since. It is always on my study table or safely in my school bag. Just looking at it brings back so many memories of my primary school and my old friends. Although the colour on it has faded and the zipper is worn it, it will always encourage me to not give up and to keep going when I feel stressed.

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hedgehog. But not just any hedgehog. my favourite stuffed toy since i was 3. Up until today, i still love squishing my tiny, soft, purple companion. She was the colour of yam, a pretty hint of purple. I named her Spikey. She was gifted to me for my third birthday, and i fell in love with her immediately. Spikey was

always there for me to squish whenever i was sad, happy or even angry. She is my best friend, and I love her so much. she helped me get through the worst moments a 3 year old could ever go through. She smelled of hazelnuts and white chocolate. She is the size of my palm, and i love squishing her a lot.

I’m really glad that Spikey exists. ‘MUMMY SPIKEY IS GONE’ ‘WHERE IS SPIKEY I MISS HER’ i’d scream when i lose spikey. A day would not pass by without finding spikey. I’d swim across the seas to find her. She was that special to me.

She was my best friend. She is my best friend. The best friend i could ever ask for. Even though i may not spend as much time with Spikey as i’d hope for, im still going to love and cherish her for the rest of eternity.

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Despite only receiving this recently, I cherish this wallet a lot. My mother gifted this to me at the start of Secondary 2. We were cleaning her room when we chanced upon this maroon leather wallet. Although it was buried in many other items, it still managed to catch my attention. I fished it out of the pile and admired it for a while before realising my mother was watching me. Shocked, I immediately dropped the wallet and acted as if nothing happened. She chuckled softly before saying, “ I used this wallet when I was pregnant with your first brother. I liked how it wasn’t too big and I could put most of my cards in it.” My mother smiled as she explained that my father gave it to her when they found out she was pregnant. Tears welled up in her eyes as she reminisced about the past.

“ You know what, use this for Secondary 2 and bring it with you whenever you go out with Sarah.”

I smiled at my mother’s words. Since then, never once did I forget to bring it with me whenever I left the house. I felt touched at the thought that my mother entrusted me with such a precious and valuable thing. I think if i ever lost the wallet, I will never forgive myself.

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This object is a very simple object, but very precious to me. Unlike most objects which is hidden in some drawers or cupboards to protect it from the dangers of this world, this is kept on my study table, where I can see it from where I am sitting. I have not kept it safely in any drawers as I enjoy taking a cloth or tissue paper and wiping of the dust collected on it. I enjoy doing so as while I am wiping, all the sweet and sour memories that we share come flooding through my mind. It also makes me grateful, that I have been gifted such an imperfect best friend. (I love her because of her imperfections). This frame helps me to stay strong, and convinces me that, though we are separated by distance, we will always be close in heart. This frame is also my motivation to study well. It makes me want to excel and do my best while I am here, so that during the holidays, I am carefree and spend all my time with her. The frame is my sense of support, my companion and everything, after my parents and sibling. This may sound crazy, but sometimes, when I am down and I do not feel like talking to anyone, I would just hold this in my arms and talk to it. Although it wont reply me back, I feel less burdened as I would feel like I have just actually talked to her. This gift from her, is something I treasure so much and would keep with me forever till my last breath. ❤️

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It is blue and black, fluffy, and when I first got it, it was half my size. It was given to me by my grandmother, who took care of me when I was much younger. She had given it to me for my tenth birthday and I treasure it very much. Through this past years that I have kept it, it has not torn entirely. Its head and arms has been restitched back many times to the body as my siblings have almost ripped it off several times. The stitches has resulted in mother calling it a “zombie penguin”. Several times, my grandmother has asked to replace it because of its state, but I refuse as I had grown attached to it. The fluffy toy now holds sentimental value and I intend to keep it as long as possible.

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It sits in the Center position of my whole desk at least cleaned twice a day while a dust filled book stack looking like the Eiffel Tower is pushed to the corner of my table.So precious!So beautiful! The one of a kind BTS cup! One that was specially sanitised by me for a hundred times and one that made me buy a special plastic cup to keep it save.No one touches it.No one!It is the only craft of my that does not not make others have that extremely disgusted look on their face.My treasure; My BTS tumor;Handmade by me!I still remember the time I first saw it.As I returned home at 8 after going to school during the June holidays four a school filming,my stomach growled so loudly. As I reached home dragging my feet,I SAW IT! The pastel purple cup standing out i off the brown mc Donald’s paper bag.It just arrested my attention.i realised that my friend had ordered it to my house as a gift adding more meaning to my most prized jewel.After reading this I know you can’t take your mind of it.I don’t blame you but, DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!

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Lying at the side of my pillow is a cute little dinosaur keychain given by my clarinet teacher. It is a light shade of green with a cracked shell. This present was gifted to me from a really special person, my music teacher. She taught me the basics of the clarinet and was a great mentor. She would always remind me what i was passionate about and encouraged me to persevere when i was frustrated with myself. She was a very patient person and answered all of my questions no matter how silly it sounded. Whenever i look at the keychain that she gave me, memories would flood into my head. I can vividly remember the times that i cried of frustration or when i yelped out in joy when i finally accomplished the book of fundamental practices. Looking at the keychain makes me feel happy and nostalgic. Somehow it also feels as if the dinosaur is reminding me to go out of my comfort zones and experience new things. The dinosaur pushes out of it’s cracked shell which feels as if it is stepping into the new world to experience growth.

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Hidden inside my cupboard away from the dangers of the outside world is my body lotion. This lotion was bought by a special someone no other than my best friend. This lotion is very precious as it was my only memory of him ever since p6. I cherish this lotion very much because he gave me this on valentines day and it was very special to me because he is currently in the hospital because he has pneumothorax which is a condition where he has holes in his lungs. He is in a very critical condition and I am not able to meet him since the last time we met which was on valentines day. Sometimes when i feel very depressed or stressed out, I actually talk to this bottle because i feel that this is from him so i imagine its him. Even though my parents think that he is my boyfriend and its a romantic gift from him, they have misunderstood why this bottle is so precious to me.( Pls pray for him to be recover too) <3

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stuffed inside my drawer untouched for ages, sits this old musty watch I received from my Mother when I was in p1 for doing well in my exams. It was the first watch I ever had and I cherished it a lot. It is wrapped in a flimsy piece of plastic barely protected from the harsh cruel world. Even some parts of the watch had fallen off over time and the watch doesn’t even work anymore. Even so, it is still treasured by me. Even though I have worn many watches after this watch broke, I will never forget the times when me and my Mother would compare prices and try to find this watch again when we go to different watch stores. Even though it isn’t worth remembering, but it has left a significant memory on me.

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The first thing you’d see when you enter my room would be my ukulele. It sits on a white drawer which makes its dark colour stand out. It has a galaxy design which was inspired by one of Harry Styles’ guitar. When I feel stressed, I take my ukulele and start running my fingers along its strings, the melody washing over me like mild waves. Its bright, happy tune fills the room which makes me feel happy almost instantly. Besides that, strumming is quite stress-relieving. Whenever I feel bored, I will also spend my time playing the ukulele because each time I pick up the instrument, a unique musical experience awaits. There was never a time when I felt bored playing the ukulele because you could just take a melody from any acoustic song, change a few chords, or change up the strumming pattern, and a new song is born. I will always be grateful to my young self for not throwing away the ukulele even when my mother asked if she could throw it away. I will continue to protect it from the cruel world because it will always be the one that will comfort me in the future.

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Sleeping in a dark, eerie area under my desk far away from the cruel world, the beautifully designed red and white box with a big compass on the outer surface of the lid is something more than just an object. A more apt noun is treasure. The meaning of treasure is a quantity of valuable objects. Similar to it, i have also gems such as letters, small gifts, my diary and collection of receipts found inside the treasure, however, something unique is that they are priceless objects. I am sure many know there is a significant meaning behind each letters and gifts. But do you all know receipts is also meaningful? Many might think it is a piece of paper that belongs to the rubbish bin. Yet, you are wrong. To prove myself right, if you see in a receipt paper, there will be a date, time and what did you buy in a specific store. When actually looking back at it, waves of memories rush back into your mind. You might be able to remember the backstory of the purchase or for whom you bought for like me. These small little things brings me beautiful memories as well. My diary. I write seven to ten pages at the end of the year as an reflection yearly. Therefore, these makes up my treasure.

When I am down, neither scrolling through social media nor chatting with my closed ones help me to lighten myself up. “Don’t worry, come and explore me. Read the letters and look back at these precious things,”calls the appealing aesthetic chest. Without a moments delay, I pick it up and open the lid bringing me into a different world but filled with euphoria like being in utopia. Immersed, I do not even realise how much time flies by and by the time I reach at the last object, I am brimming from ear to ear. This jewel has not only kept my memories but have been my source of comfort as well.

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Lying on the floor in its black, shiny case, kept away from the noise and chaos, is my precious violin. I even gave it a name, Jun Di. Painted in brown varnish and each part of it delicately put together. Kept with the bow, they rest in their little house, waiting for me to take them out on a musical adventure. Whenever I feel stressed or unhappy, I always take Jun Di out and play. It feels like I have been transported to a musical world, where I can express my emotions freely with creativity, without anyone to judge me. All my emotions go into playing the piece and I could do anything I wanted. It could be a practice session, chill playing session, even a lesson, and he is always there, the only one to stay there with me even when no one was there. The only one who watched me cry, laugh, smile, do stupid things, never leaving me. I always thank my young self for choosing not to give up music and continuing to pursue it. It has been my source of comfort, and relaxation. Thank you Jun Di.

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Sitting in the corner of the small store room, hidden from shadows that lies beyond the door is my favourite childhood object, my best friend, my ball. A three-dimensional circular object with dirty fingerprints of the childish little girl who once used to play with it. Covered with soot and filth, it brings back playful memories of my past. It’s once perfectly printed outer-covering with my favourite childhood show, Mickey Mouse, is know faded, gradually vanishing as time passed by. Coated with stains of dried paint and streaks of dull colours, it is now loosing the once beauty it contained. The once bright yellow, brighter than the sun, turned into the colour of caramel, something sweet that I can always reminisce about. The previously firm rubber of the ball is now flimsy like deflated balloon. The waste air inside the balloon was the effort of my younger self, when I had to pump air with my tiny hands. As I touch the smooth surface of the rubber orb, dusts of memorable childhood moments imprints on my fingertips. As I look at it, flashes of moments, good and bad, runs though like a bullet train in my head. I remember days where I run around with it. I remember those days where I would hug the ball close to my heart, not wanting anyone else to step closer. It was my treasure then and it will always my treasure. Until now, I keep it safe with me from the cruel world out there. It was my childhood then and it will always be mine forever. It will always be my best friend.

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An avid reader as a child, I remember all my years reading these books. The middle decker in my bed, it was a sheltered cove for me to escape. Escape from the mundane, repetitive life to one of adventure, mystery, fantasy. Despite my body being in the same place, my mind was free to wander, absorbed in the parallel universe of imagination. At three I was rescuing a dog in a tree. At five I was on the wrong airplane to an abandoned castle. At seven I was a wizard, at ten I was roommates with a detective with an exceptional talent at deduction. Little by little, subconsciously, I gained insight about the world I was currently in, while being in a complete other world nobody knew of. I sought comfort on my mattress, and wonder in my books. And most of all, I was never lonely, despite being alone. I still remember when I spent so much time with my books I rarely studied, until my mother had to cover up the bookshelf to stop me from reading. Desperately missing these books, I made frequent trips to the library, and continued to read under the pretence of research. At eight I found out I was myopic and got glasses as well as a lamp, for reading books under dull light is not ideal. I’d often cry myself to sleep over a sad story, and smile away to a sweet tale. Because words have a way of enchanting you, and capturing you, and teaching you.

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tucked away in the inner compartments in my drawer sits a small, shell-pink notebook. it’s once ivory pages pages now yellowed and coppery due to the many years of oxidisation from being chucked away in my cupboard. a few tacky “hello-kitty” stickers were stuck on the cover, while the words “diary” were scrawled in an attempt at a cursive handwriting. despite its rather unexceptional appearance, it has been an integral part of my childhood, and contains all of my memories and experiences in chronological order. the spine creaking as i gingerly opened its dusty cover, memories flooded my mind like a waterfall, a sense of nostalgia rushing over me as i flipped through the dog eared pages decorated with my childlike handwriting, eyes scanning over the words. although this might seem like a piece of waste in the eyes of someone else, it would forever remain as one of my most valuable treasures.

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When I opened that blue Ikea bag at the back of the classroom, seeing his cute furry face stare back at me, I was overwhelmed with happiness. I gazed at my anticipating classmates, a light of intense gratitude flashed on my face as I screamed, "Thank you so much!". I looked over to my right, at Dhaksha who got a matching present to mine. "What should I name him?" I asked. "Bo Bo!" She replied.

Its brown furry face, with a long fluffy snout, and a large oval for a nose. Although simple in design, the moment I saw it it was as if it was love at first sight. It's beady eyes stare at me every night as I sleep, sitting quietly across the room, but always there to comfort me when I need it.

He lacks a backbone, slumping over, resting his long face on his beer-belly. Thats what I find cute about it. He goes around the house, everyday changing locations, but he would always sit there and gaze peacefully as he watches my family complete our daily tasks. He serves as a reminder, of how thankful I am to have such wonderful classmates.

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My object is actually a fictional character from the movie “My neighbour, Totoro”. It’s a big and fluffy stuffed toy of the mascot “Totoro”. 24 December 2020, it was a dark and cloudy afternoon, rain was pouring heavily outside and I was absolutely bored out of my mind. Since it was after PSLE and my bucket list for the holidays had already been fully checked-off, there was practically nothing else to do. I was scrolling on Netflix until I stumbled upon the film. Something about it caught my eye. As the film started playing, I couldn’t help but fall in love with the adorable animation! The female lead and her family had just moved into a brand new house, they were unfamiliar with the place but soon befriended the friendly spirits and creatures of the place. When the female lead met obstacles, Totoro helped her overcome them. I found it quite relatable as in about a week, I would have to start a new chapter in a brand new school, I was extremely anxious and excited. I had no doubt a million worries. “What if I fall behind in studies?” “What if the teachers there are strict and mean?” “What if it’s extremely boring with everyone of the same gender there only?” “What if I won’t fit in?” The “What ifs?” were endless. It’s an overwhelming and scary change for a 12 year old to face, the idea of Totoro “watching over me” and “protecting me” seemed to be comforting, and also the fact that who wouldn’t want to hug a massive cuddly creature to sleep. Thank you Totoro for always being there for me, although u take up so much space, I don’t mind sharing half my bed just to sleep next to you.
p.s i’m sorry i broke ur nose :(

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From people to flowers to buildings, from the old to new editions, the many designs of stamps from the various countries reflects the progress of the countries through the years. These prints rest quietly in my small ziplock bags which I place it deep inside my big drawers, protected from the dangers of the outside environment. They are very sensitive to fingers and harsh conditions. Small ant-like bold letters with tiny glossy pictures staring at me. They are silent but have a language which is universal. It is just a thumb sized slip of a normal paper, yet it takes a letter from one town or country to another and has so much value in it. Looking faded and pale, it still retains its dull and bright colours of the pictures. They are so sensitive to hands that it may degrade their quality.  Each stamp has a unique story of the different countries and the strange people there . Even though it has been many years, it is still adhesive and can be stuck on papers. They travel beyond space, and time and reach people of distant times and climes. Passed down by my father, I keep them as safe as possible. There is no other better leisure time occupation than collecting stamps.

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this item was the item that got me interested in my hobby. it is so precious to me and is something that is very important to me to this day. The glossy, shiny pink coating on top of many layers of wood, carefully crafted to form a perfect shoe. the sound of the tip of the shoe tapping on the vinyl marley flooring, the familiar sound ringing through my head as i take every step. The ribbons and elastics wrapped tightly around my ankles, always leaving a mark after the shoe is taken off. The shoe getting softer by the day as it gets more worn out, the glossy pink on the outside slowly fading. Despite the wear and tear that it has gone true, it is something that i will treasure forever, a pointe shoe.

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‘‘Bop it.‘‘ ‚‘‘twist it‘‘,‘‘pull it‘‘,“SHOUT it‘‘

The scratched metal ,the faded blue which has spots of pain from a childhood mishap, the yellow collected dandelions of dust. Funny how if i wipe it with a cloth, they will dance in the air. The words‘‘bop it‘‘ has been ruined by pairs of careless children hands and a red pain. It has been many years, and i still have this toy which produces an annoying man‘s voice. But the fun i have bopping it and twisting it drowns it out. I’m sad, I bop it. Im happy, i bop it. I will sing to Madonna and Adele while i bop it. I would be lying if i said i would rather go out to a mall with my friends then twisting this cheeky little machinery while i watch Grant Gustin playing Barry Allen. The only way i will throw the love of my life is away is when my turtle becomes a cat. You have helped me so much,now it’s only fair I take care of you.Like Rose Dawson once said,’’now you know there was a man named bop it and he saved me in every way a person could be saved.’’
It may sound dramatic but its true. And i thank the heavens for it

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It sits on my table, as if glaring at me when I do not do my work or start being distracted. It is a treasured present that I received from my mother. Whenever it gets dusty, I give it a wipe. The look of dogged determination on its face. Despite showing fatigue, its eyes gaze with steely resolve. Its lips are pursed, and its fists clenched by its side. It stands unwavering, ready to conquer anything that comes its way. It wears a green cape, with black pants and has two large boxes strapped to its legs. Looking at it makes me feel bittersweet because the manga has ended. This object is my Levi Ackerman figurine.

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Its distinct black and white keys, open the door to a magical and musical world. Once unlocked, it teleports me to another world where I can escape the harsh reality and stresses of life. Time flies and before I know it, the door closes and I am brought back to my own world. It lets me express my feelings and play all I want, and what I want. I can let all my happiness, sadness and anger flow freely. Every time I look at it, there is a sense of nostalgia as I recall how it gave me so much joy and allowed me to relax whenever I felt stressed. No matter where I go, I have that sense of assurance that it will remain at home and not disappear. Everyday, it sits in a corner of my house, never once complaining even if I do not play with it.Though I cannot bring it with me everywhere I go, I find its cousins and friends in other places. It has been with me since young and still is with me to this day. It is very helpful too. It has a very long hand to help me hold my scoresheets and and legs to make music be played more beautifully. I love how it is sturdy and hard it is, not flimsy like rubber or plastic. Its smoothness and roundness are a bonus too! The sleek black colour always gives off an elegant and sophisticated impression. The white keys stand out amongst the black surroundings. Many fond memories were created through it, and many more to come.

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I’ve been wearing this rubber-band for over a year now, and I rarely ever take it off. It’s a simple rubber-band, two black coloured rubber-bands tied together in a design. It’s slightly worn down, and one of the metal pieces has fallen off, but I’m not ashamed to wear it. Personally,I really like the subtlety of the rubber band.. My friend bought it for me during my graduation, and I’ve been wearing it since. She had a huge love for rubber-bands, and always wore one on her wrist. She had given me a rubber-band for my 11th birthday, but I lost it. After seeing that I was upset about it, she gave me another one during graduation. Since I’ve gotten used to the feeling of something on my wrist, I hardly notice it while I’m carrying on with daily tasks. However, whenever I take it off my wrist feels uncomfortable. Every time I do notice my rubber-band, be it when I’m fiddling with it or I remember that I’m wearing it, I always think back to my friends back in primary school and the memories there, reminding me to check up on my friends from time to time. I have a fear of it getting lost one day, or it becoming so worn out that I have to replace it, but that will also give me an excuse to ask my friends hang out again and buy a new rubber-band.

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the black, dark screen of the object fills my heart with utmost joy when I see it. Cracks and all, I knew it was truly mine, and no one else’s. whenever I see it in the hands of others, WITHOUT my consent, or WITHOUT a reasonable explanation,  it will be that person’s doomsday. Luckily no one has done that yet. the case at the back has a sensitive coat, thus I am extremely cautious as to not scratch it. The object that is super valuable to me would be my phone. It follows me wherever I am, and it is of great significance. A camera to capture the most iconic moments, messages apps that allow me to connect with whoever I want, safari app where I can surf the internet and allow me to connect to the outer society and a digital clock and calendar in my convenience. Without this device, I will never survive a week. When I was younger, I longed to have one, and now, I have quite a few in my possession.

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I retired this hairband long ago, despite it being used for less than a year. But its looks the day I retired it would make you think I have been using it for years and years. I first chose it with the intention of keeping my fringe out of my eyes, but it instead became an accessory I wore to look nice in school. Say hello to my primary four hairband. It is wide and black in colour, and made of plastic, like many things are. Little mountains dot the edges on the underside. It looks nice and welcoming, and calls to you to put it on. But the moment you wear it the ends will scratch you mercilessly, and it is so tight that it will give your head an indent. The mountains are indeed useful in holding back my fringe - having done it once. However it did not hold it back as cleanly as I thought it would, and made the front of my scalp look like I have a mantou for a fringe. This hairband is good as an accessory, but not anything more, and like most of the items I used during my primary school time, it holds certain memories that should be forgotten.

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In my bag, in my pocket, on my table, it never leaves my side. Sometimes reality hits hard, people fail me, but i have you. When i put you on, i shut the world out, close my eyes, and enter my own world. I can enter an imaginary world and blind myself from all the darkness, or I can embrace the darkness in tears and come out stronger. Whichever it is I will always end up feeling better. Its simple to use, I put them in my ears, turn on a playlist according to my mood, and feel my soul exploding with emotions. The affection, the despair, the anger, it holds everything. Its like I’m being surrounded and all my problems magically fade away while all my wounds heal with the tempo of the song. Even at my lowest you still heal better than any doctor. You are more than an object: my comfort zone, my best friend, my tiny little speakers of healing, melodic music.

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Its sides are turning yellow, but it still smells like the woodsy pulp it was made from. I have been given numerous notes throughout the years, but I only keep a handful of them. A few of them are really special. One time, my birthday just happened to be on a weekend. My friend specially came over to my house, which was 45 minutes away from hers, just to give me a note. The note was filled with unkind words, such as “fat cow”. Ironically, I loved it,it was unlike any other note I have received. From then on, my friend and I had a tradition to pass each other mean notes on our birthdays. The notes remind me that someone is there for me, when I need it the most. I place it in front of me, so that I   will never lose them.

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A cute little keychain plushie that sits on my study table is a precious gift, given by one of my friends on the last day of primary school. Looking at it reminds me of those precious moments that I had with that friend of mine, laughing together over inside jokes and when one of us almost trips, enjoying scrumptious food during recess together and walking around school together when we just needed a break from the world. Those were moments that are deeply embedded in my mind. Whenever I feel down, I would hold it in my hands, close my eyes and just filter out everything that troubled me from my mind. Its soft texture and the cute little pink heart would be able to calm me down. It is unfortunate as it has gotten a little dusty and dirty over the years. When this friend of mine gifted this keychain plushie to me, she said, "Even when we don't go to the same school anymore, never forget about me, yeah?". That sentence still rings in my ears up till now. How would I ever forget her after those memorable moments we had together? This keychain plushie symbolises a friendship that would never be forgotten. I treasure every single moment this gift reminds me of.

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I love collecting keychains and I am proud to say I have quite a bit of them. Among all of those I have one special keychain. It is the keychain that hangs on my school bag. It is small and round with a nice cotton-like fur material. It feels soft as you place it on your hand. Out of the two cat-like glittery green ears made of a sandpaper like material attached onto it, one has been split open. Despite my efforts to keep it in a good conditon, the once mint green now has a greyish dull shade to it. It has a simple bronze, now faded, keychain clasp with mini chains attached to it. This special cat-like keychain is an object that i value a lot. One of my best friends gave it to me on the last day of school in primary 6. I always keep it near me.She gave similar keychains to my other friends too. This keychain is like a remembrance of our friendship together and the time we spent together. I always feel like my friends are there with me at all times when I have the keychain by my side. Whenever I pick it up and look at it, all those fun memories flash into my mind.This keychain brings back one of the most special memory, which is from the day I got it. I remember us 5 sitting together happily and smiling and laughing together with the music playing in the back. We hung the keychains on our bags and took a picture together.This keychain looks simple and small but holds so much memories behind it and thats why it is an object that I value alot

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This was kept as a very precious possession at the top of my shelf, the old dusty plastic sheets protected by the bright blue file. It is my kindergarten portfolio.Even though it has been almost 10 years and the file has frayed by time, the memories remain etched in my memory. As I flip through the pages, my finger dragging down, looking at my younger self, the image of me running around in kindergarten flashes into my mind. Whenever I feel like reminiscing the past or sad, I take it out and go through the flood of memories and automatically makes a huge grin appear on my face which makes me feel a lot better. Hence, this reminds me of my friend, teachers and myself in kindergarten. I will cherish it for years to come.

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Full of smiles, filled with  different people. Placed in an old crumpled plastic that is full of creases. Some of the colours faded as i have kept it for very long. It contains memories ranging all the way back to when i was in primary one. I look at it as I reminisce about my innocent young self together with most of my friends that i have lost contact with. I was still immature and childish, not knowing anything about this world.  This object makes me all smiles whenever i look back and it and holds a very special place in my heart. I miss those days where i could never go back to now and wished that i had cherished them more. Giving me motivation to get through they day, life and everything else. I will never get rid of this object.

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It sits in my drawer, safely tucked away from the harshness of the cruel world outside. It’s cover is made out of dark red leather- the colour of blood- making it easy to spot it amongst all the other cluttered items. When u flip inside, you could see currency notes of diffferent hues, tucked gently inside a clear plastic folder. This is my money album which  I treasure  very much. I have stored numerous currency notes from all the different countries i have visited throughout the years. I have had this album since I was six, when I  first traveled to Malaysia. Ever since, the collection  has gotten huger and huger and now, i have proudly collected more than thirty notes.  My most valuable collection would be the  note from Singapore dating back to the 1950s. Only a handful of people still have it today. Whenever i am feeling nostalgic i take out the album and flip through the pages, fun times and nostalgic memories come flooding back to my mind. Each memory is  filled with cries of mirth, gifts bought to take back home and a feeling of sadness as we go back home.  I have certainly missed those days and hope to travel in the June holidays and expand my collection. These memories are a huge part of me and I cherish  them and my money album wholeheartedly.

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It sits quietly on my shelf, dust collecting on its surface as the days and months pass by. Rarely do I touch it, but its importance to me is humongous. It has accompanied me since my primary school days up till now. It stores the most precious of letters from my teachers and friends. Every year that passes leaves it even fuller. Thankfully, it hasn't burst yet. This precious pouch of mine keeps all the notes people in my life have given me. Inside, you can find lengthy letters from my graduation in Primary 6, graduation notes from my primary school teachers, even a graduation note from my kindergarten teachers! Of course, the letters I have received in secondary school are also in there. All my notes are arranged in chronological order, and i have sectioned everything neatly. Inside also holds small trinkets that my friends have given me, like shells and stickers. Whenever I'm feeling nostalgic and want to take a trip down the memory lane, I make a beeline for this pouch.

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locked up in the drawer by my bed, these envelope sit there protected from the harshness of the outside world. The envelopes were all of different shape and colour. Each of the envelopes contains letters written from many different people. All these letters and envelopes do have one thing in common, all of them have a special place in my heart. These letters are removed from their protection whenever i need comfort. These letters were written by my grandparents, parents, my primary school friends and my friends now. They all mean so so much to me. Whenever i feel like my life is falling apart, i would unlock the drawer, sit on my bed and open the tightly sealed letters. The letters would shuffle against my fingers and i would softly read the handwritten letters under my breath. Everytime i read the letters i would realise that there were people that support me and care about me. It makes me feel a lot better. This stack of envelopes and letters truly mean the world to me.

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As i stare at this object sitting on top of my shelf, it brought back fond memories. It was my first ever concert and i really enjoyed it! When the concert was over, i excitedly ran over to my parents, when i was delightedly surprised with a bouquet of pink flowers with a soft and pink teddy bear sitting in the middle, wrapped with purple fabric and a layer of plastic. I shrieked with joy as i held it in my hands. The smell of pink sweet roses lingered in the air and the pink teddy bear looked as if it was proud of me with hearts on its white belly. Even though the flowers have withered and died after all this time, i kept the pink care bear that always brought back fun memories of my first ever concert experience. Looking at it, i could never thank my parents enough for making this such a happy and memorable day.

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When I was younger, my mother would buy me many toys such as dolls, stuffed animals and tiny figurines. All these objects were a huge part of my childhood and I still keep them today, in the dark corners of my cupboard, collecting dust as I never had the heart to dispose them. However, there is one toy that I could never live without, even after eight long years. It was my lego set. Its bright colours always attracted me, making my imagination and creativity run wild. When I feel their smooth surfaces, it reminds me of how I would play with them for hours, being oblivious to everything around me. I would be focused on the unlimited possibilities and the freedom I had as I played and tested out different ways of building things. The clacking sound of the blocks firmly placed together gives me a sense of satisfaction and assurance that my structure is as solid as a block of ice. The fact that I could build without rules allowed me to let my creativity skills to expand. Until now, this memory still lives in my mind and i will never forget my favourite toy as a child.

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its' soft yet slightly rough fabric filled my heart with joy as i reminisced of the past with this beautiful stuffed toy. looking back, i remembered accidentally ripping the clothes for the stuffed toy, which i called winnie, and i broke into uncontrollable tears. thankfully, my mother was great at sewing and fixed Winnie's clothes, making that red t-shirt of his look as good as new.  i remember the distinct smell of it, that smell that all toys have, probably filled with toddlers' saliva. i have had a lot of stuffed toys with me along these years, a unicorn, barney, a kangaroo, but Winnie is the only stuffed toy i keep with me. Its' sentimental value is way too high for me to simply chuck it it into the bin. if i ever did so, all the memories will feel like they were nothing, teardrops would probably fall from my eyes one by one as my heart fills with sorrow. Winnie now lives in my cupboard as i have no space on my bed for him, but he will always be remembered.

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In my drawer, it sleeps in its flimsy blanket, protected from the harshness of the outside world. It looks faded and pale, not a surprise, considering that it is already 29 years old. In human years, it should be in its prime but instead, it seems content to rest quietly in my drawer. Whenever I feel nostalgic, to reminisce the yester-years when life was simpler and more tranquil like a gentle breeze, I would take it out. It never complains; it simply waits, sighing softly as I dig deep into the back of the drawer to retrieve it. Its edges are hard but its contents whisper the words of long-lost friends and classmates. It looks faded and pale but it is filled with colourful images of times spent, secrets shared and memories created. That is why this autograph book is precious to me.