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Me, Myself & Eva

  • Writer: Eva Pang
    Eva Pang
  • Jun 6, 2021
  • 3 min read

Updated: Jun 11, 2021


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Dear fellow readers,

I remember, the last time I wrote an autobiography was back in high school English class. It was not an easy feat. It required a lot of thinking about the very core of yourself. I'm not an interesting historical figure like Anne Frank but I know for a fact from the age of four, I dreamed big. No, I didn't dream of a Barbie dollhouse with a pool and a chihuahua or see myself in a stunning, white wedding dress. I was nothing like those kind of little girls. Well... okay as a child, I played with Barbie dolls and my brother showed his enthusiasm by taking their heads off and putting them in the freezer. Kids cannot help doing strange things.

I dreamed big about writing because reading opened a new world to me. There was a world with the possibility to imagine and create from one's mind. I fell in love with writing from that very moment and a woman never forgets her first love. Reading and writing improved my English as a second language to an everyday language. Writing creatively was an opportunity to explore something that was not real and bend something to your will. At sixteen, I found my father's old digital typewriter in the storeroom and opened my mind to wanderlust. I became enveloped in many adventures and gazed deeply through the looking glass. I felt like Alice in wonderland as my mind never stopped dreaming, unwinding and unraveling. I used a lot of exercise books, pencils and pens writing everything down. There was not a day I let by without writing my thoughts down. I'm always thinking, thinking, thinking... And it doesn't matter how silly it may sound. Every thought counts because they turn into something fantasmic and wonderful. There were voices to be heard and stories to be told. That probably made me sound schizophrenic but that's what writing is about - making use of what's inside your mind. Writing has to come from somewhere. Just like dancing and singing.

Music is another way of expression. It also tells a story of magic and wonder. It tells a story of a love found and lost. It tells a story... Music was another thing that was in my blood from birth. My parents met in choir. I've always loved the beauty of ballet and opera because they housed stories. I attempted ballet at six but could not endure physical pain of stretching a certain way lol. But it never stopped me from watching live performances. I lived vicariously that way to make up for the fact I cannot dance like that.

In year eight, I was capable of dance choreography in contemporary dance, street dance or hip hop. But after high school, dating was the next challenge. I wasn't permitted to date until after high school to discourage distractions. Some dates required the knowledge of couple dancing but I had two left feet. I preferred to dance alone and when nobody was watching. Singing is another way to express yourself. I've sang in an alternative rock band, duet and open mic night - they were quite the adventure but as much as writing. And writing requires knowledge, understanding and research. I delved into the biggest challenge of a lifetime without hesitation, love. What is love? To even begin writing a contemporary romance novel, it would take a lot of research to understand the core of what love is. This would mean I'd have to start dating myself. This would involve a few moments of falling in love, getting intimate and heartbreaks. How far am I willing to go to explore? Every step may be exhilarating and dangerous at the same time. I still have yet to find out my dear readers. Stay tuned. Until next read... ciao!

 
 
 

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