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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I grew up in Singapore, where English is not foreign. It is foundational. It was the language of school, of exams, of presentations, of official forms, of essays graded in red ink. We were taught early that English was more than a subject. It was infrastructure. It connected Chinese, Malay, Indian communities at home, and…
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Week three in Paris is, unexpectedly, the hardest. Week one is adrenaline. Everything is charming because it is new. Even the confusion feels cinematic. I was wide-eyed, jet-lagged, waking up at 3 a.m., and puffed up with the belief that I could master this city with enough sightseeing and courage. Week two is performance. You…
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I’m here now.In Paris.Not for a holiday but actually living here. Even writing that feels strange. Surreal, in the quiet way that only sinks in when you’re doing very normal things, like unpacking or waiting for a lift that may or may not fit two people. I’m here with my husband, Julian, and our pet…
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How did it ever occur to anyone that time seems to move faster and faster each year? It is strange, especially when every year is still made up of the same number of days and hours. Nothing has changed on the calendar, yet everything feels more compressed. Maybe time itself is not speeding up. Maybe…
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Julian and I just got back to Singapore from our two week year end holiday, where we spent Christmas with his family in Germany and Austria. There is something about being in cold weather during the holidays that slows everything down. Sitting by the fire oven, listening to dry firewood crackle, wrapped in a soft…
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It has always been a dream of mine to own a home of my own, and I know I am not alone in that desire. Ever since I started working and handling what people call adult money, this had been my goal. In Singapore, that dream can feel far-fetched. Housing prices are high, especially for…
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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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