When I was a little girl, I kept a diary filled with secrets, dreams, and daring. Some of it was based on lived experience, but much of it was embellished with fiction: gems I had the courage to throw at my enemies, and lovers whose hearts I stabbed with the same arrows Cupid had used to pierce mine.
My thoughts, I thought, were mine alone to see, until one day, my dad summoned me into the court of lore. I still don’t know whether the charges laid against me were based on fact or fiction, but, with no opportunity to defend myself, I’ve struggled to leave my mark ever since.
Over the years, I’ve created five Facebook accounts, each deleted out of fear of being misunderstood, a fear I’ve carried since that day in childhood. And while blogs operate at a slower pace than social media, I kind of like that.
Most people don’t read blogs unless they’re trying to understand something or someone in more depth, which makes this scaredy-rabbit feel a lot safer expressing her thoughts and feelings than she does on more dopamine-driven platforms.
So, on this website, I hope to fearlessly share and over-explain the things that make my heart sing and my mind tick, for anyone curious and caring enough to enquire.
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Chronicles of Jessie Ma 