There are times when the smallest things leave the deepest impressions on our hearts. Recently, I attended an alumni event at NUS JustCo, where I experienced something unexpectedly refreshing. The Chief Alumni Engagement Officer was warm and hospitable, expressing her hope to see me again and sharing her intention to organise more alumni events. IContinue reading “The Keychain That Reminded Me to Rest: Finding Joy in the Little Things”
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The Purple Rods in My Dream: Releasing the Stress of an AI Journey
When an unusual morning dream brings me back to the challenges, lessons, and uncertainties of a new season. A Strange Dream After an Intense Season After completing an intensive Artificial Intelligence Specialist training course and capstone project, I had an unusual morning dream. In the dream, I discovered solid purple rods embedded in my arms.Continue reading “The Purple Rods in My Dream: Releasing the Stress of an AI Journey”
The Lilies of the Field: When Rest Becomes an Act of Faith
What if I don’t have to strive for every opportunity? Recently, I shared with my cell group that I felt it might be best to rest instead of constantly striving to get my next job. It was not an easy thing to say. For a while, I had been trying to make sense of myContinue reading “The Lilies of the Field: When Rest Becomes an Act of Faith”
From Maps to Minds to Machines: My Accidental Curriculum
If you had asked my younger self where life was headed, I probably would have pointed at a map. Geography fascinated me. I loved understanding how mountains, rivers, cities, and people shaped one another. Every place had a story, and every border raised another question. It taught me that the world is wonderfully interconnected. ThenContinue reading “From Maps to Minds to Machines: My Accidental Curriculum”
From Fragments to Chapters: Embracing a New Season
There are seasons in life that are defined by responsibility, and there are seasons that are defined by renewal. Looking back, I realise I have been quietly living through both. For the past few years, my days were filled with commitments, routines, and the steady rhythm of work. Like handing out small scraps of paper,Continue reading “From Fragments to Chapters: Embracing a New Season”
Small Exits, Big Relief: What Stress Teaches Us About Space
I remember a coach journey back where my body felt unusually unsteady. It wasn’t dramatic at first—just a quiet sense that something wasn’t quite right. My energy felt low, my head slightly light, and everything around me felt a bit too loud, too close, too fast. I realised later it was likely low blood pressure,Continue reading “Small Exits, Big Relief: What Stress Teaches Us About Space”
A Bruise on My Thigh and a Lesson in Trusting Time
There are moments in life that feel small on the outside but surprisingly loud on the inside—like noticing a bruise on your upper left thigh and suddenly becoming aware of your own body in a new way. It’s just a mark on the skin, maybe from bumping into something you barely remember. And yet, itContinue reading “A Bruise on My Thigh and a Lesson in Trusting Time”
Two Doors, Still Learning to Choose
Sometimes life doesn’t feel like a single road with a clear direction. It feels more like standing in front of two doors, both slightly ajar, both quietly inviting you in different ways. Right now, I’m in one of those moments. Two possibilities are opening at the same time. Two different environments. Two different rhythms ofContinue reading “Two Doors, Still Learning to Choose”
The Greenhouse Dream
This morning’s dream felt quieter than the others. No gravity-defying malls.No museum of preserved memories.No surreal spectacle demanding interpretation. Just a greenhouse. And somehow, that simplicity made it feel even more meaningful. The dream began inside a vast glass conservatory filled with soft morning light. Sunlight filtered through panes overhead, scattering warmth across stone pathwaysContinue reading “The Greenhouse Dream”
The Mall Where Gravity Felt Optional
It was an early Saturday dream, the kind that arrives after sunlight has already begun entering the room. Not the heavy darkness of midnight sleep, but a softer state of consciousness where reality and imagination overlap gently. In those dreams, the world feels strangely believable even when impossible things happen. And this dream unfolded insideContinue reading “The Mall Where Gravity Felt Optional”
