About Unwritten
I believe life is a collection of quiet moments; the ones we often rush past, yet remember the most. This is my space to pause, reflect, and write about the things that shape me: leaving one home to build another, learning to carry family love across borders, and finding beauty in everyday rituals. I write the way I live with curiosity, gratitude, and an openness to change. Welcome to my corner of the internet. I hope you find something here that makes you pause, too.
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Life has been so brutally administrative that I’ve started smelling papery or Eau de Photocopy if I’m pushing it. I feel like I have been filed, stamped, and processed all at once. First came the EU Blue Talent visa application, with over seventeen documents to be assembled by me, global HR, immigration lawyer and a…
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Let’s be honest – nobody actually enjoys their first pour of beer. We all pretend, but that first sip? Pure betrayal. I had mine when I was around five. It was Chinese New Year, the kind where the whole family squeezed around the telly watching Hong Kong action comedies that were chaotic, nonsensical, and somehow…
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Unwritten by Jade Lately, I’ve been spending more time with my grandma. She’s 92 now; still sharp in spirit, but softer around the edges. These days, she’s mostly in her wheelchair, growing tired more easily, sleeping longer, and gently refusing when I ask if she wants to go out for a walk. So we stay…
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Unwritten by Jade People often tell me, “You’ve got your life together.” It’s meant as a compliment, the kind that lands between admiration and assumption. They see the calm, the achievements, the decisions that look intentional. They see the girl who plans ahead, who seems to always know what she’s doing. But the truth? I’m…
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There are words that leave our mouths too quickly (sharp, unfiltered, sometimes louder than they should be). We say them because we’re tired, defensive, or hurt. And then, when silence returns, we wish we could gather them back. But words, once released, have their own afterlife. Today, I supported a case that reminded me just…
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During a recent trip to Japan, I found myself noticing small details I might have overlooked before: the local servers who moved with politeness but carried a hint of exhaustion; the shop owners who smiled patiently through conversations half-lost in translation; the effort it takes, every day, to serve a constant wave of outsiders while…
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In exactly twelve hours, I’ll be getting married right here, in my childhood home. No ballroom, no aisle, no string quartet. Just the same living room where I once did my homework, argued with my siblings, and spent weekends half-watching TV. It feels strange, sacred even, that the place that raised me will also witness…
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We live in a world that judges fast and forgives slow. One headline, one post, one wrong sentence taken out of context and the verdict is in before the story even begins. I’ve caught myself doing it too. Forming opinions too quickly, convinced I’ve seen enough to know the whole truth. It’s easy to feel…
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I’ve always had a good memory. Sometimes it works in my favour, other times, it clings to things I wish it wouldn’t. But that’s what makes “firsts” so powerful. They stay with you, even when you think you’ve outgrown them. I remember my grandma and mom’s dumpling soup, how the kitchen smelled like warmth and…
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Forgiveness is one of those words people (like me lol) like to romanticize, as if it’s a soft, graceful act. But it’s brutal work. Forgiving someone means accepting that you won’t get the apology you wanted, or the closure you rehearsed a hundred times in your head. Learning to stop replaying the same moment of…
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