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Hello, I'm Evelyn from Malaysia. Turning 20 on the 9th of September 2013.

Follow me on this journey of a petite girl from the island of North Borneo as she embarks on life and transitions from a teen to a young adult.

It's strange isn't it? How a click could lead you onto a piece of life. Reading about a stranger, word after word, page after page. Are you up for it?

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An Unconscious Encounter
post Friday, 15 February 2013 speech bubble 0 comment(s)


I had a dream about him last night. It was unpleasant and heart wrenching. I was sitting with my group of friends and he walked in the room with a violin in his left hand (he’s a music enthusiast in reality) as if he just finished a music tutoring class. I gave him the biggest, sincere smile but he responded with a quick one-sided smile and went off sitting with a beautiful girl. I was left there immobilize of what just happened as my group continued on their conversation without noticing my anguish.

Then I woke up with the same feeling still lingering in me.

I wouldn’t say I was thinking about him that much to the point of having a dream about him. It was probably my unconscious mind toying with my vulnerability. That’s not fair.