Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Out of love


This whole week, my friend and her partner have been arriving at the studio on his BMW K 1300 SS motorbike, an eye candy model of engineering—almost as beautiful as its riders. Despite working a five-days, eight-hours week, Phandeluys manages to radiate focused energy and carefree happiness in her demeanor … My friend looks as if she is in her life, in life …

From their social networking site she posted this: I am alive. I feels as if I’d been awakened, Sleeping Beauty-like, from a Long Sleep. In fact, I don’t seem to need much sleep at all, as if all the years of struggling in a slumber [of a “marriage” and its aftermath] had at least set me up to dispense with rest … I love work and I love life, every aspects of it; there are hidden import to be found in everything … Amazing awakedness? It doesn’t matter what ____ [her partner] calls it, I am more refreshed every day with more energy and clarity; I have no colds, no aches … and I know anything—anything!—is possible … . I am Happy, indeed. And in love … For now, I am contented with these feelings; the story I am choosing to tell about these feelings, however, must await another time …

Tonight, my friend was rapt with a child and his storytelling in a corner of the studio. A couple, deprived of their regular babysitter, opted to bring their son to the studio, hoping the child might find occupation with his homework while they try to master the Samba and Cha Cha Cha pattern and choreography. I can tell, from the first moment that she spied him in his little corner, that she had fallen in love with him. The way she came to him, stayed with him, and treated him—enthusiastic, strict, full of ideas—as if he was her own child …

I envy her surreptitious wink for the boy and their exchange of laughter and smile, as if amused by a joke only they had heard … I do not know about other students and how they felt, but next to a child, I felt as though I was a mere shadow of some other self that stood, just there, just beside me.

Stay tune, and until next post, 

We dream | We believe | And we will succeed 

About this blog 

Excepting this introduction and what are—and will be—posted after March 2015, this blog mirrored a now out-of-commission blog, http://ya-chang-lin.blogspot.com, which was taken down on October 21, 2013 by its author Phandeluys Truong. 

The author's original contents and supporting documents were captured by multiple means from the above-mentioned blog while it was alive and active. There may have been a glitch here and there that prevented me from downloading the complete blog as it had existed. Thus, readers familiar with the original blog may find a few missing posts and/or comments. Those postings that I was able to grab and preserve in their entirety are reposted here under my name, however, all rights remain that of the original author. 

This series of posts documents the fraudulent, sometimes criminal, and frequent unethical/immoral activities of Ya-Chang Robert Lin, a Taiwanese native of mainland Chinese parentage, who defrauded a naturalized US citizen, Phandeluys Truong, into a marriage that had been his shield against USCIS for his intentional violations of immigration law: 

as a nonimmigrant F-1 student, he had willfully operated an international students recruiting business without prior work authorization from the then United States Immigration and Naturalization Service; 

as President of said business, he had knowingly helped both mainland Chinese and Taiwanese students to evade military drafts in their countries by facilitating their applications to study in the US and abroad; 

as President of said business, he had knowingly helped both mainland Chinese and Taiwanese students looking to enter the United States with the intention of gaining permanent US resident status under the pretense of studying; 

as President of said business, he had purposely evaded paying taxes on the commissions received from it and failed to report the earned income to the IRS by having the payments wired back to Taiwan to his mother Chang Hsueh; 

he had applied for reinstatement of his F-1 or student status and a change of status, while knowingly withheld the preceding facts on his own applications for permanent resident and citizenship in the United States. 

And those are just the tip of the iceberg. Ya-Chang Robert Lin had been employed at AAFES or The Exchange headquarter in Dallas, Texas as an information technology auditor, where he managed to steal—by downloading to CDs that he kept in his personal possession while abiding for time and opportunities to "do business" in Taiwan and/or China—thousands of his colleagues’ Social Security numbers and personnel files while working on one of its HR projects. The HR data on one of these projects became the basis for an academic paper, speaking proposal for ISACA, and a consulting business he was "collaborating with " [more like conning other people into developing and fronting for him]. 

Ya-Chang Robert Lin is a reprobate with a seared conscience. Lacking normal capacity for empathy, remorse, and reciprocation of good will, he is addicted to lying, cheating, and stealing for the pure pleasures derived from being able to get away with it. Because he is such a good liar—so charming and well versed in manipulation techniques and acting skills—it is hard to distinguish him from reprobates. 

Ya-Chang Robert Lin was able to dupe some of the smart people in federal government [, higher education, and information technology auditing and security. Among his legacy: A son who refused any connection with him and wished that he were dead.

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