18 May 2026
The Teh That Arrived Before the Words Did
A cup of teh at my usual Jurong West kopitiam, and a sentence I wasn't expecting.
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A personal blog · Singapore
Passing thoughts that come and go — caught while they're still moving.
Hello — I'm Aisha. I live around Jurong West and Boon Lay, and this is where I write down the small things: teh at the kopitiam, bus rides, market colours, the radio in my kitchen. Nothing polished. Just notes before they drift away.
Still moving
Why this site exists
I started MindWave because my thoughts rarely arrive in straight lines. They surface on the 179, over a cup of teh, while I'm waiting for the kettle — and if I don't write them down, they slip off somewhere I can't follow. This isn't a publication or a brand. It's one person's notebook, open on the table, with the fan blowing the corners a little.
Most entries are gentle: walks around Jurong Lake Gardens, overheard kindness, the particular colour of a tarp at Boon Lay market. One piece near the top of the journal is different — a memory from Choa Chu Kang on 26 May that I still haven't been able to close. Everything else stays in the ordinary register of a neighbourhood I love without pretending to explain it.
If you have ever sat at a void deck longer than you planned, watching the day change colour, you might recognise the mood here. Pull up a chair. Read slowly. Leave when you need to.
The main article · Choa Chu Kang
What Kept Circling After the Sirens Faded
I was walking near Block 248 on a May evening when the air changed — a sharp sound, then sirens, then a quiet I still can't account for. I don't know what happened. This is the unfinished piece I wrote about that night.
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About Aisha
Who writes here
I work part-time and write when the apartment is quiet enough. Jurong West is home — the bus stops I know by heart, the market stalls that recognise my face even when I forget what I came for.
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Recent entries
3 May 2026
Dragonflies and a Mind That Wouldn't Hold Still
An afternoon loop around the lake — boardwalk, breeze, thoughts scattering like insects.
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A Kindness That Rode the 179 With Me
Someone on my regular route did a small thing I haven't stopped thinking about.
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The Radio Station My Kitchen Keeps Drifting To
My mother's old radio still finds the same frequency every morning.
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A Colour at Boon Lay That Opened Everything
One tarp shade set off a whole afternoon of remembering.
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