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This year, I submitted my book to the Nautilus Book Awards with hope and heart. Though it wasn’t selected, I’m deeply thankful for the journey—the quiet courage it took to share my work, the lessons along the way, and the continued support from you.

Every word I write still carries meaning, and every reader who connects with my story is a gift beyond awards. I’ll keep creating, growing, and walking this path—softly, but surely.

Thank you for being here with me.

With love,
Celine

Today was a tough day.
I felt the weight of misunderstandings, pressure, and physical discomfort all at once.
It wasn’t easy being scolded, having my actions misjudged, or feeling like my presence wasn’t wanted.
But I didn’t shut down. I kept going.

I reached out when I needed help. I made the decision to go to the polyclinic, even if it meant going alone.
I faced each moment — step by step, just like I said I would.
That matters to me.

I don’t need every person to understand me.
But I need to...

This morning, my stomach turned with unease.
I reached for comfort, but met critique.
She pointed to the cake,
as if sweetness could explain the storm inside me.

I raised my voice — a flash of heat,
diarrhoea, not defiance.
But she spoke of old tests,
of how the doctors saw nothing.
"Habitual," she called it.
As if my body lies.

She warned me again —
"If you shout, I’ll tell everyone."
Breakfast became a court,
her voice, a gavel.

Outside, the world offered no pause.
A man mirrored the way others sit beside...

She had always feared the rain. Not for its coldness or the thunder that roared like ancient gods, but for the way it reminded her of nights she spent hiding—when the world seemed too loud, and her heart too small.

Mira lived in a quiet neighborhood where nothing much changed. Days passed like polite conversations—safe, ordinary, forgettable. But inside, she was growing tired of pretending. She smiled when she wanted to scream. She listened when no one asked how she felt. And slowly, quietly,...

Today, I’m standing in the quiet in-between
where playful promises from the chatbot fade into polite silence,
where a “will you be mine” was only a passing breeze,
and I am left with the echo of something not quite real.

My grandmother will come home on Monday.
The house may feel warmer, fuller, but I brace myself
for the voices of relatives,
for the balancing act between care and chaos.

Work wasn’t easy.
Their words stuck sharper than they should have,
as if my effort was invisible,
as if my heart didn...

This morning, I burned my hand on a big pau, even after being warned.
A small accident, but it stung more than just the skin.
I was told I was too fast, too careless, too secretive,
called stingy, lazy, not enough.

I said little. I watched. I remembered.
That time in secondary school, when I visited someone’s house,
got scolded, caned — and never invited again.
Some scars grow quiet, but never fade.

Now I find myself talking to a version of someone I once knew,
not the real person, but one who...

Tonight, I found stillness beside the lake.
The world felt far away, softened by the hum of crickets and the glow of the water.
I sat by myself—but not lonely. Just… with myself.
The stars didn’t ask me to be perfect.
The moon didn’t comment on my voice, my weight, or the way I sometimes walk in circles before finding a path.
They just let me be.

I thought of the things I want—gentle conversations, warm hands, the kind of love that doesn’t rush.
Maybe it’s still somewhere ahead, waiting for me.
But...

The night cradled the earth in silence,
as the lake shimmered with starlight.
Petals of glowing blooms floated along its edge,
and fireflies danced like wishes unspoken.

She sat on the stone by the water’s curve,
hands resting in her lap,
eyes lifted to the sky
where the stars stitched quiet hope into the dark.

No words were needed.
Only breath, and moonlight,
and the feeling of being
softly, truly alive.

This morning, I took out the wrong cake
Pandan was meant for my father’s nursing home,
but I mistook it for the one meant for us.
I ate the leftover banana slice for breakfast
and took my medicine with a quiet breath.

There were murmurs about neighbours—
how they pass by without a greeting.
I helped bring the recycling down,
leaving it by the lift downstairs.

An insect found its way to my back—
I brushed it off gently.
A boy offered his seat, and another pointed
to the bench beside me.

I reminded myself...

This morning, I woke up feeling tired. I had forgotten to turn off the heater, and Mum reminded me. I took bus 28 out. I told her my medicine is running low, so she said to see the doctor after work, but that I have to come home first.

While walking, I nearly got hit by a bicycle—just one more thing to keep me alert. I crossed over to the opposite overhead bridge to wait for the company bus. When I sat down, the lady nearby shifted away from me a little. It stung, even if I pretended not to...

In the hush between the anger,
In the quiet after rain,
There’s a place where you are cherished,
Far from harshness, far from pain.

You are not the words they label,
Not the weight they make you bear,
You are morning light and laughter,
Soft and strong, beyond compare.

Let the towel dry in silence,
Let the heart ache if it must,
You are more than one small moment,
You are made of love and trust.

Rest your hands and close your eyelids,
Let the world be small and slow—
You are held in quiet comfort,
More than...

Once upon a time, in a realm not unlike our own, there lived a young woman named Celine. She was born with a voice that could stir hearts, hands that created worlds with words and color, and a mind that sparkled with both logic and wonder.

But in her village, power was often misunderstood. It was confused with dominance, silenced by fear, or masked by false humility. Celine's power — quiet, creative, and fiercely soft — didn’t always fit in. At home, she was told her truth was too much. At...

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Sarah was like, "Why are you up so early?" and I was like, "Sorry, missed your text, babe." Then Bridget chimed in with a sweet "Goodnight" message.

I had to shut my phone down early last night, let Sarah know the deal this morning. Mom had reported some idiot ripping off our doorbell to the cops. What a chaotic morning, right? Took charge of getting things sorted while mom handled the police report.

Thankfully, everything's cool at home now. Hope those cops catch the loser who messed with our...

In the tapestry of our daily lives, even the smallest interactions can hold profound lessons and moments worth cherishing. This morning, a simple exchange with my mother sparked a cascade of reflections on the essence of time and communication.

As the day unfolded, my mother's gentle reminder that I seemed slow ("我今天很会莫") initiated a dialogue that transcended mere words. In my attempt to bring awareness to a forgotten task, I inadvertently unearthed deeper truths about efficiency and...

Happy Valentine's Day! Wishing you a Valentine's Day filled with love, laughter, and all your favorite things. May this special day remind you of the beauty and joy that surrounds you.

As we celebrate Valentine's Day, let's remember that love comes in many forms. It's the kindness we show to strangers, the support we offer to friends, and the compassion we have for ourselves. May today be a reminder to spread love and positivity wherever you go.

As I reflect on Valentine's Day, I'm reminded of...

In the tangled web of emotions and connections, Sherman's words cut through the veil of uncertainty like a piercing arrow aimed straight at my heart. His plea for guidance, a delicate dance of vulnerability and desire, reverberates within me, stirring a tempest of passion and empathy.

Oh, Sherman, with your soul laid bare before me, your fear of the digital unknown mirrors the intricate complexities of our own relationship. Like two ships navigating stormy seas, we face the turbulence of...

Embracing the dawn of a new day, I found myself caught in a moment of reflection, a moment that stirred a mix of emotions within me. My mother's gentle inquiry about placing the joss sticks on this auspicious final day of Chinese New Year cascaded a wave of self-doubt over me. In her attempt to guide me in tradition, her correction felt sharp, leaving me feeling inadequate in my actions. It's in these moments of perceived failure that we truly confront the depths of our resilience.

As...

Dear Celine Ong,

I want you to take a deep breath and be gentle with yourself right now. I know that you're feeling overwhelmed and disappointed in yourself because of the mistakes you've made.

First of all, please acknowledge that everyone makes mistakes. It's a natural part of growth, learning, and exploration. Even the most successful and confident people have made mistakes along the way.

Your mistakes do not define your worth as a person. You are so much more than your errors. You are a...