About

Hello, I'm Aisha

I grew up moving between flats and schools in the west side of Singapore, and somehow never left the radius. Jurong West and Boon Lay are where I buy groceries, miss my bus stop, and run into people who remember my mother even though she retired years ago. I like that continuity. It makes the place feel less like a map and more like a long conversation.

MindWave is not my job. I work part-time in admin for a small logistics firm — spreadsheets by day, sentences by night when the block goes quiet. I never studied writing formally. I just kept notebooks until a friend said I should put them somewhere instead of losing them in drawers.

What I notice: the way teh tarik foam holds for exactly three seconds before sinking; aunties who reserve seats with tissue packets without looking up; the particular hum of the 179 when the air-con is too cold. I write about those things because they are the texture of my actual life, not because I think they are important to anyone else. If they resonate, that's a bonus.

I am not a therapist, coach, journalist, or expert of any kind. I don't offer advice here, only observations from one window in one neighbourhood. The name MindWave is just a phrase I liked — thoughts that come and go — not a wellness programme or a product.

If you want to reach me, use the contact form or email [email protected]. I read everything, though replies may take a few days.

I write to catch thoughts before the current takes them — nothing more complicated than that.

A note on what you read here: What you find on MindWave is written by me alone — my impressions, opinions and memories at the time I typed them. These posts are personal reflections, not professional, medical, legal, financial or fitness advice. I describe places and moments from my own angle; I don't name private individuals or speak on anyone's behalf, and I try to write about my neighbourhood fairly. If something is inaccurate, tell me and I'll correct it.