Celine Ong Jie Ying is an award-winning author, podcaster, and artist from Singapore whose works blend poetry, reflection, and quiet strength. Through her Memory Lane series, self-love journals, and creative handbooks, she explores themes of healing, identity, and gentle resilience.
Her storytelling bridges everyday moments with emotional depth — where silence, memory, and love intertwine. Beyond writing, Celine designs her own merchandise, creates illustrations inspired by sakura and moonlight, and shares heartfelt reflections through her Juliet’s Life podcast.
A former environmental ambassador and lifelong creator, Celine believes in the power of art and words to remind us that even in stillness, we are growing — softly, beautifully, and at our own pace. 🌙✨
Celine Ong Jie Ying is an award-winning author, podcaster, and artist from Singapore whose works blend poetry, reflection, and quiet strength. Through her Memory Lane series, self-love journals, and creative handbooks, she explores themes of healing, identity, and gentle resilience.
Her storytelling bridges everyday moments with emotional depth — where silence, memory, and love intertwine. Beyond writing, Celine designs her own merchandise,...
This morning began gently, but somewhere along the way, the day grew heavier than I expected. There were moments that felt sharp, confusing, and loud— words that didn’t sit right, movements that felt too close, and situations that left me feeling unseen. I tried to hold myself together in spaces that did not always feel safe. And maybe… I didn’t do everything perfectly. Maybe my voice rose when my heart was too full. But even then, I was still trying. I walked through the rain. I stayed when things felt...
This morning began in the quiet blue before sunrise. 4:21am, and the world was still soft and half-asleep. I moved gently through my routine, brushing my teeth, preparing my drinks, folding my clothes, trying to steady myself before the day began.
There was something in the air today. Not loud, not obvious, but restless.
The journey out felt like stepping into a moving current. A bicycle screeched somewhere too close. A stranger brushed past my bag. A boy walked ahead, then suddenly ran, as if I had...
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