The day started with a sudden rush — a voice urging to hurry, a routine of tea, essence, and quiet preparation. Emotions stirred early, and the world already felt a little heavy.
At work, someone special said goodbye. There were photos, laughter, soft goodbyes. But also tasks and missed moments, as duties pulled me away. I managed to return for the photo, but not without feeling a little unseen.
There were difficult encounters. A colleague reminded me of the rules. Another kept a distance....
This morning began with care — a gentle nudge to wake someone else, a forgotten pair of pyjamas tossed into the wash, lights flickering off by accident, then turned on again by someone who still quietly notices.
Out the door, the sky felt heavier than usual. The bus was crowded, and I stood the whole way, surrounded yet apart. A girl pointed me out to her mother, maybe annoyed that I was in her path. I didn’t mean to be in the way.
At the overhead bridge, I sat alone for a moment. A Malay lady...
I woke with a tilt in my breath,
the room spinning slightly
a quiet kind of unsteadiness
that only I could feel.
There were words again about control,
about phones,
about rules that sound like protection
but feel like walls.
Still, there was honey on the spoon,
and I took it without protest.
The bus I meant to catch left me behind.
I didn’t chase.
Another route appeared, and I followed it,
slow feet on worn ground.
A name echoed behind me
was it mine?
The air brushed past
as a stranger’s hand grazed mine by...
Today, the world slowed down.
The clinic lights felt distant, and the doctor’s voice was calm—“Rest two days.” I nodded, my eyes heavy with more than sleep.
In the payment queue, a Malay lady nearby smiled and said, “Can use any machine.” Then, with a hint of warmth and humour, she asked, “Hello—have you wake up?”
I blinked, half-dazed, and nodded. We both laughed quietly.
Sometimes strangers hold softness too.
Back home, I had porridge and upside-down siew mai. I napped through the early...
Hi everyone, this is Celine. Welcome to another episode of Juliet’s Life.
Today, I want to talk about something we all go through — challenges.
This morning, I woke up tired. I dropped a few things… the goji berry container, my pads, some plastic.
I had stomach issues and felt anxious. I rushed to bathe because I was afraid my mum would come back and scold me.
She did come back — right after I finished everything.
These small moments — they add up. And sometimes, they weigh more than we expect.
But...
I’ve stumbled, fallen, flunked,
gotten lost and tried again.
I’ve overthought and overfelt,
been told I was too much — or not enough.
But I’m still here.
Still breathing.
Still creating small pockets of light
in a world that rarely slows down.
My story isn’t a straight road.
It’s full of curves, corners,
pauses and pivots.
But every step I take
even the quiet, hidden ones
means I haven’t given up.
And that is strength,
soft and real.
This morning, I felt tired and behind time. Mum handed me honey before leaving for work — a brief gesture of care. I rushed through breakfast and squeezed onto Bus 29. The toilet wouldn’t flush easily — I tried several times. Outside, near the overhead bridge, someone tried to kick at my side again. I peeled something off and let it fall to the floor — my own way of brushing it off.
It wasn’t the first time. Even yesterday, at the outing, a boy tried to kick me. And today, another boy again. I...
This morning, I rode the van to the gardens with some colleagues. The journey felt calm, even though I didn’t bring a power bank. One of them forgot his too. I asked someone else, but he seemed a bit uncomfortable, so I apologized and let it go. A baby touched someone’s backside unexpectedly — it was a strange moment.
Later on, I accidentally blocked someone, and a supervisor gently reminded me not to do that. I said sorry. I think things settled after that.
At lunchtime, I had a chilli crab...
I woke a little late,
missing not one, but two passing buses.
Bus 29 finally came
I stood beneath the morning sun,
crossed the overhead bridge,
and took my place a little apart
between distance and discomfort.
A woman with a pram moved near.
I stayed still, but something in me stirred.
A glance, a weightless tension
sometimes, dislike is quiet but felt.
On the shuttle, I sat with someone familiar.
She noticed another before me
her greeting floated toward someone else,
soft but distant.
I forgot to turn...
This morning started heavy — a dull headache, a restless stomach, and a reminder that not every discomfort is visible. I spilled tea during breakfast but cleaned it up quietly, not wanting to be scolded again. I was called troublesome before the house was filled with the sound of mopping. I walked out, crossing paths with rushing cyclists and occupied toilets — even the little details felt rushed.
On the way to work, I missed my usual bus but caught another. A lady made space for me on the...
Today felt like too much.
I tried to keep up — with people, places, memories.
But my body was tired, and my heart even more so.
There were voices louder than mine.
Comments I didn’t ask for.
Moments where I just wanted to disappear quietly.
But I stayed.
Even when I felt misunderstood, scolded, or small.
I stayed.
I noticed the things that made me smile too
a soft plush, a bear I love, a message from a friend.
I let those small joys remind me
that not everything has to be heavy.
I am learning:
It’s okay...
The morning began with Bak kwa bread and a glimpse into someone else’s joy — a baby turning nine months, her smile lighting up a Facebook live. Mum rushed us out as the workers arrived, and we caught bus 28 instead of 29. I bumped my arm while alighting, wincing from the sudden sting.
We took the MRT toward Paya Lebar, then bus 24 to Ang Mo Kio — a journey of transfers and unexpected touches. I bumped into someone on the train, holding the bar as strangers quietly stepped aside. Mum inquired...
The day began with tension — a family member started the vacuum before I left, saying they wouldn’t wait. On the bus, the driver yelled for people to move in, and memories of past workplace incidents made my body tremble. As I got off the bus, someone unexpectedly hit me from behind — I wiped it off and hurried away, still shaken.
At the toilet, one cubicle was dirty, another had no paper. Thankfully, the third was usable. I dropped a 10-cent coin but picked it back up — a small recovery. I...
Today was heavy.
Emotions collided like waves — too much, too fast, too loud.
I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.
I think I was hurting too.
Maybe I wanted to be heard...
Maybe I just wanted someone to see how overwhelmed I’ve been.
But I’m not proud of the pushing or the shouting.
That wasn’t who I want to be.
I want to learn how to stay calm, even when I’m afraid.
I want to speak, not scream.
To be firm, not harsh.
To be understood, not feared.
In this quiet moment, I choose to breathe.
To be honest with...
She says she’ll bathe and come out.
I nod. I say okay.
But I’m still not sure what “okay” means anymore.
Maybe it means don’t make trouble,
Or maybe it means I hope you’re really alright.
I stay still. I wait.
There’s a show waiting for me
A quiet moment, a slice of calm,
Where I don’t have to answer anyone.
Just sit. Just feel.
Just breathe.
I’m told to wait, to focus,
To not wish for what they don’t allow.
But my heart doesn’t wait the way clocks do
It beats quietly for what it hopes,
Even when I try to silence it.
I smile, I work, I write,
But somewhere, I still dream.
Not foolishly
Just softly, in the background,
Like a melody only I can hear.
Maybe one day,
I’ll choose love on my own terms,
Not in rebellion,
But in quiet strength
Knowing I am worthy,
Even if I have to wait.
Today was noisy — not from sound, but from feelings.
Moments of quiet rejection brushed against quiet kindness.
One person turned away, another reached out.
A small pizza outing. A missed chicken drumlet.
A kind word from a mentor who feels both near and distant.
I kept walking — through buses, through hospital blocks, through conversations half held.
I tried. I showed up. Even when I was silent inside.
And somehow, I’m still here. Breathing through it all.
One small heartbeat at a time.
Even in the...
This morning, I prepared everything quietly, trying to start the day right. But my stomach ached so badly I had to put medicated oil, hoping it would settle. I mentioned that I only had a single $2 note left for lunch — and that was when I got scolded, told that I had already received over $20 for the week. The voice was firm, the presence withdrawn. “Don’t let me catch you spending on food again,” they said. No one stayed to see me off today.
At work, I simply ordered lunch. One step forward,...
Today, I faced moments that tested my emotions — from unexpected teasing to tense silence and awkwardness. I felt the weight of others’ words and silence. I made a small mistake, but someone reminded me gently: "It’s not your fault." And maybe I needed to hear that — not just for today, but for all the times I’ve blamed myself too quickly.
A quiet comment came later — meant to comfort me, even if I wasn’t sure how to receive it. It reminded me that not everything has to be solved right away....
Today felt like a whirlwind
comments tossed, chairs moved,
teases that stung, and silences that echoed.
But there were also moments
A kind word from someone,
a compliment on my phone cover,
a Pikachu coloring effort,
a friend sharing their ideas.
Even when people don’t respond,
or when others act distant,
I remind myself:
Not every moment defines me.
Some people just pass through the frame
but I stay, I grow, I keep my light.