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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Everyone has two sides. The good and the bad. The version they show to the world, and the one that slips out when no one’s watching. It’s easy to love someone’s best self. Their confidence, their warmth, the way they make you feel seen. But you only really know a person when you’ve witnessed their…
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I’m typing this reflection on my notepad as I sit in the airport lounge. Julian flew back to Singapore a few days ago to resume work, and I already miss his presence beside me. Traveling together has a way of making the world feel lighter; traveling alone, even for a short stretch, feels different. So…
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On my first day in the office, I was the first to arrive. Open office concept. “Sit anywhere you like,” they said. Back then, IT was still on the 47th floor. Anyway, I went straight for the corner seat. Coat hanger, plenty of space and perfect view of the entire floor. I unpacked my things,…
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We often cook at home. We both enjoy a good seafood meal, and with fresh seafood so affordable at the market, it almost feels like a waste not to make it ourselves. This mussels dish isn’t mine, it’s Julian’s. And after two years of… let’s say experimental cooking, he’s finally landed on something restaurant-worthy. It…
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This entry came from a reader who asked me to write about imposter syndrome. It’s fitting, because I’ve lived with it long enough to know how familiar its voice can sound. Imposter syndrome doesn’t always shout. Sometimes it whispers. You’re not as good as they think you are. You just got lucky. One mistake and…
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When I tell people my partner and I have never once quarrelled, I usually get one of three reactions. A warm smile and “That’s lovely.” A curious, drawn-out “Really?” Or the half-joking shade “That’s not possible,” “Wait till you’ve been together longer,” “That’s not normal.” I’ve realised their reaction says more about them than it…
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I’ve never had lightning split the sky in front of me or a voice tell me exactly what to do. But I’ve had moments that make me wonder. Some call it coincidence. Others call it humanity. Sometimes, the timing feels so precise it’s hard not to think something bigger is at work. Whether you name…
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I’m starting this entry because of a close friend. She’s caught up in something that feels familiar, the kind of heady, heart-racing infatuation that makes you start filling in the blanks before you’ve even checked if the picture is real. Infatuation has a way of making you forget the fine print. You meet someone, feel…
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In every job I’ve had, I’ve learned that your direct boss matters more than almost anything else, sometimes even more than the company itself. They’re the person who decides whether your good work gets noticed or quietly filed away. They set the tone for your day before you’ve even open up your inbox. A supportive…
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You tell yourself it’s just five minutes. Just a quick check; a message, the news, the weather. But forty minutes later, your thumb is still moving and you have no idea what you’ve actually gained. I’ve watched myself do it in bed, commuting, between tasks at work. Sometimes it’s headlines. Sometimes it’s watching strangers rip…
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