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Fried Beehoon with Cangkuk Manis and Fried Mushrooms

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I ordered a plate of fried Beehoon with Cangkuk Manis and a plate of fried mushrooms in a vegan restaurant.  They were delicious to say the least. The Cangkuk Manis lent much sweetness to the noodles and I enjoyed every single bite of it.  Among the noodles were slivers of mock barbecued pork which were smoky and savoury.  The fried mushrooms were praiseworthy too.  The batter that coated the mushrooms was paper thin and crispy and the mushrooms had a surprising seafood-like taste.

Second Place - Form Four Writing Competition

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                            Titile: It Was Too Late   It was too late and Dave was not there anymore, waiting for me under the shady willow tree across the field like he usually did. He had gone forever leaving me wandering in this world. My whole world had turned dark and sullen. How I wanted to see his crooked smile that would sweep every girl off their feet including me . I had never thought he would become my inseparable friend, a friend who offered me a shoulder to cry on. I could write a eulogy of a thousand pages on why he was an utterly good friend.                         Tears began to fill my eyes and would not stop even if I asked myself not to. I walked at one step at a time towards the small bench beneat...

Consolation - Form Two Writing Competition

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                                        Title: Mother “I love you mother “.   Those are the last words that I told her before she left me alone in this huge and cruel world. She left me to follow father up there in the pretty heaven. Why didn’t she take me? Did she hate me?          It had been three years after mother’s death. I still missed her ever so dearly. Now I was the adopted child of Aunt Theresa. She is the aunt I like the most. She looked similar to my mother except for her height. My mother was a bit shorter than her.         I visited the grave of my parents everyday. I would kneel and cry my heart out. After crying, I would drag myself back to my aunt’s house. It was not far from t...

Third Place - Form Five Writing Competition

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                                                              Betrayal It was too late to take back what I had just said to Tanya. These words came out of my mouth a little quicker than I thought. I was mad and hurt. Why would someone you supposedly call your “best friend” back stabbed you? I told her to stay away from me, and that we were no longer friends. I was not exaggerating or overreacting. What she did behind me was downright awful. I could be awarded the kindest person on Earth because I still chose to believe in her when I was told that she had betrayed my friendship. I never gave up on her or doubted her a single bit because that was what friendship was to me – you did not doubt your own best friend. And so when I saw everything with my own eyes, I realized what a fool I had been all this while. ...

First Place - Form Four Writing Competition

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My Greatest Joy           I am a cancer survivor. It has been five years since I recovered. It was terrible to have thyroid mets in my lungs. How did I recover from my illness? It was a traumatic night that had reversed my fate.           That night, I stayed up pretty late reading the sequel of Mara Dyer when I heard the front door pounding. I knew I had to sleep early but knowing that I was dying, I did not give any damn in the world and read on. I kept getting distracted by the door; I wondered why Dad did not answer the door. My head was spinning. So I had to stagger out of my room to open the door.            Filthy vomits splashed across the door and onto my Linkin Park merchandise tee. It was my drunken Mom. She was dressed in an ill-fitting dress and a pair of boots that looked like a carnivorous beast swallowing ...