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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Most strangers pass through our lives unnoticed. You brush past them on the train, order your coffee, nod politely in a lift. But every now and then, one of them shifts something in you.. a moment so small it’s almost nothing, yet you remember it years later. I’ve had strangers step in for me when…
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I haven’t yet lost someone I love. Not in the way that changes the shape of your days. But through my work fulfilling the wishes of terminally ill patients, I’ve been close enough to feel the edges of it. I’ve stood in hospital rooms where the air felt heavy with things left unsaid. I’ve watched…
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The day Julian proposed is still fresh in my mind, maybe because I’ve rewatched the video countless times. He had secretly propped his iPhone 11 in the corner of the balcony to record it, but the quality was so bad I had to edit it just to make out our faces. The engagement wasn’t a…
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Every time I unlock my phone, Gaza is there. Images that linger, headlines weightier than my device in hand. Opinions pile up so fast that the real story, human lives, is becoming harder to hear. Ironically, I find myself just skipping it through. The airwaves are clotted with outrage, graphic footage, and relentless analysis. Some…
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Lately, I’ve noticed something about myself. Whenever Singapore comes up in conversation, whether I’m here or halfway across the world, I instinctively want to explain it. Not just what it’s like to live here, but why we are the way we are. Last December, I flew to Austria to spend the holiday season with my…
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Everyone tells you to “surround yourself with good people.” It sounds simple until you realise it’s not just about who’s in the room; it’s about who you let close enough to leave a mark. There was a time when I didn’t think twice about it. Friends were friends, colleagues were colleagues, and proximity alone felt…
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I used to be a social butterfly — the kind who never met a coffee date she could turn down. If you wanted my time, I’d make it happen. No hesitation. My calendar was always full, and I wore it like a badge of honour. It made me feel important, needed, plugged in. I told…
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Because I don’t have all the answers yet.Because the best stories are lived before they’re told.Because starting without knowing the ending is its own kind of courage.
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Every story starts somewhere, but most don’t begin fully formed. They begin like this space — unwritten, waiting, holding more questions than answers. I’m still navigating my way through the design of this space. Right now, these pages are empty. No categories, no archives, no long scroll of thoughts. Just a blank space asking me…
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