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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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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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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