For a more eye-opening look into who and what this psychopath Ya-Chang Robert Lin is, read the letter attached as a PDF.
It was written by Phandeluys at the beginning of her journey toward “loathsomeness” in trying to understand this constantly and continuously deceptive person. Like my friend had penned in her diary, “If I don’t like somebody, there’s a reason. ... Chances are it’s because you don’t trust them, and you’re probably right. I don’t care who it is or what other people say about keeping an open mind and giving yourself a chance to get to know them better … If you do get involve with somebody you don’t like sooner or later you’ll get screwed.”
Finally and against her stubborn nature, my friend wised up.
Below is the text of the letter for your reading convenience.
Dear Wendy,
It is important that you hear what follows directly from me, rather than through the gossip mills.
I am petitioning for a legal separation and divorce from Robert.
When I last mentioned divorce, Robert requested a six-month period during which he promised me he'll seek counseling in order to understand and rehabilitate his behaviors. It is now past the three months timeline, and nothing of the sort has happened. In place of legitimate actions that can benefit our relationship lay excuses that should be retired, and old promises that have little chance of ever materializing. I know as I have heard those recycled excuses and promises from his lips for the last ten years. As a sign of good faith, I asked that we both signed personal and notarized contracts detailing all the things we each promised to do in order to improve our marriage and family; he didn't think such a sign of good faith was necessary between us. When I kept pressing the matter, he stalled and tried distracting me with other minor issues. He thought I'd forgotten. I am still waiting and trying to give him the benefit of my doubts; but my faith in him is slowly and surely deteriorating to be replaced by a sense of loathsomeness.
I believe Robert once told you that the crux of our marital difficulties centered on money, or the lack of it. Just this past April 15th, I received a letter from the Provost Office at Fort Hays State University, stating that Robert will not be paid for the online teaching services that I have been rendering, as he did not sign and return the contract by the March 31, 2008 deadline. Funny thing is, for the past six weekends, I consistently reminded him about the contract and how important that $2000.00 was in relieving whatever financial stress he may be under. And every weekends, like a parrot, he would assured me that we will sit down, look at the contract, complete it, and mail it back to FHSU. That contract was in Robert's hands before January 2008 because I began teaching the online Advanced Web Development course in Fall 2007.
More shocking was his reaction to my delivery of that letter's message: Quiet. Then, "What do you want me to do?" More quiet. Then, "I'll paid you for teaching that course." How was my thought but I just told him, "You're unbelievable" before hanging up the telephone.
It is not only the $2000.00 that I mourned; it is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for foreigners like us to become an Associate Professor at a state university; a stepping stone on the ladder to more prestigious academic institutions in the United States and abroad. What of my love, care, thought, work and time? I planned and strategized; promoted Robert to my department chairman; advised Robert on what to write in his correspondences with the Department and the University; when Robert couldn't write, I wrote and edited his correspondences for him; evaluated, planned, and wrote the syllabi, the schedules, the assignments and the programming code for the Intro to Web Development, Advanced Web Development, Intensive Web Development, and Web Security courses for his Professorship at FHSU. Even the graphics for the individual assignments are my own work.
It is true that the FHSU Professorship began as a gift to Robert's Mother. It is her dream to see Robert obtain his Ph.D. and teach at a public university as a professor. It was naive of me to think that obtaining the professorship for Robert was the end of the gift; that Robert would teach these courses himself, with occasional help from me; or that he would credit me in bringing some happiness to his Mother. Even now, he has yet to inform his parents of my role in this personal glory of his. What I consistently hear is that in gifting the professorship to him and requiring Robert to teach the courses himself, instead of teaching the courses myself, that I was in effect trying to control him and destroy his reputation.
Frankly, I do not understand that logic; if he is not willing to teach, why not just be honest with his Mother and save me all my time and efforts?
Sadly, this situation seems a reincarnation of our earlier venture into the international students recruiting business. Before Robert and I came together at the University of Oklahoma, he had a business recruiting international students to study at three universities in the United States. Within one month of hands-on in the business, I brought the international students recruiting business up to over two hundred state universities from its humble origin of three. Robert was its President; all contracts were under his name; these contracts stipulated that all commission fees were payable to an account in Kaohsiung with a name I didn't then recognize but now know is his Mother's.
I grew and managed the business in its every aspects excepting contracts and financials. And when I asked about the money, Robert told me that we had spent it all; I just couldn't find records of the incoming fund or trace its spending. I took his words at face value and did not wise up until much too late.When the business failed, Robert tried pinning its demise on me. In actuality, it was due to his refusal to pay commissions to his Taiwanese agents such as Ching Shan - what agents are stupid enough to keep referring students without getting paid? Yes, I have documents - in English - proving the agencies kept asking for, and never received their commissions. But still Robert continues to try and pin the business failure on me whenever the topic crops up in conversation.
There have been many duplicities - his deliberate sabotage of my career, my business and my network of associates - that chip away at my confidence in Robert and our relationship, but the final one that really pushed me beyond my limits of endurance occurred in the past few days. We gave our nine-year old son a Dell laptop for gaming purposes. A month ago, while going through Dominicq's laptop - something I routinely do every morning to gain a sense of our son's growing interests while ensuring his online privacy and security - I stumble onto some very inappropriately adult contents - photos, videos and web site urls. After deleting them from the laptop, I confronted Robert about the situation. You know what his answer was? "If it was me - and I'm not saying it was me - what can I do to solve the problem?" I told him to keep such adult contents away from Dominicq and his laptop; I didn't care what Robert did with those materials so long as he does it on his own laptops and desktop. Not mine, and definitely not our son's. Robert promised me that he will never visit and download any adult contents on our son's laptop again.
Fast forward to the morning of April 15, 2008. This time I brought Dominicq's laptop with me on my visit to Robert's probation officer to ask for his assistance in solving the problem. (Robert is under probation for physically assaulting me; we both were involved in an altercation that escalated into Robert kicking open our bedroom door, and slamming me against the bedroom wall, dislocating my right shoulder and arm.) Unfortunately, there was not much the probationary office could do. My hands are tied unless I want to bring Child Prottective Services onto the scene, with a strong likelihood that our son would be removed from our home and from my care. This path is not something I can travel; I cannot ever imagine not personally taking care of Dominicq. Life, as I know it, will cease to exist for me should our son be taken away from me. I know Robert knows this and is using Dominicq as both his pawn and shield.
Looking back in hindsight, I think everything is about Robert - his education, his career, his business, his reputation, his money, his dancing, his growth; our relationship was never twosome or about mutual goals. I was and am his personal labor slave. Anything that I was involved in that could not benefit him in any way were potential threats in taking my thought, work and time away from helping him achieve his goals. Such were the fates of my independent projects:
a. Web Design & Development company - many of my assignments were scraped because Robert thought clients were trying to steal from me; funny how clients for whom I was doing pro bono work never seem to want to steal from me, only the clients who can afford to pay or who talked about partnering with me to expand our mutual business growth.
b. Creative writing & poetry publications - before marrying Robert, my writing were published in International Quarterly, The New Yorker, The International Poetry Review, Mundus Artium, New Directions, World Literature Today, Poetry, MoonRabbit Review, Writer's Digest, Nimrod, Kalliope, Spoon RiverPoetry Review, Voices International, Chiron Review, Potpourri; one month into our marriage, Robert told me how I should stop reading my books, stop devoting my time to creative writing, and instead focus my talents on helping him with his academic papers and business correspondences, the latter metamorphosing into full-blown career consultancy whereby I planned, strategized, advised Robert in his career at the DoD.
c. Ballroom dancing - for nine months in 2006 while Robert was training for the Waltz Team Showcase, I was there on the sideline watching and supporting him. Originally, my motivation for attending these Sunday practices stemmed from Robert's request to have a pair of critical eyes to help monitor and correct his steps. I was his private audience, so to speak. The hours before, during, and after practices were our bonding moments centered around the Waltz routine - he and I reviewed and discussed the instructor's choreographic vision of the patterns; the music and how it may be interpreted; the technicalities of lifts; the footwork and hand placements. Our discussions were geared toward Robert's individual learning, understanding, and progress. Then, we worked on fine tuning the details that enabled him to master the routine.
When Robert first asked me to come see him practice on Sundays, I had declined. My argument was that the instructor and other team members may feel unduly put upon. My presence may not be good for the team's morale. Despite my objections and the team's reluctance, Robert insisted.
I was not interested in the Waltz Team's routine; much less the women's patterns. I was, however, very interested in seeing, understanding, and capturing the creative and spiritual essence of the instructor's artistic vision and dance choreography - to know and to portray his uncompromising standard, vast talent, versatility, and genius in dance - both in person and on camera.
I don't know what Robert's motivations for dancing are; I suspect popularity, ego, and a sense of achievement are parts of the package - these are the more consistent threads I sense running through the reasons he gives which vary from week to week. I'd contemplated my motivations deep into the night and the following answer reflects my search for understanding.
I am thoughtful, selective, reserved, sometimes repressed in emotions. This leads to frustration and inhibition of my emotions. I recognize the need to ferret out the inhibition and to express my feelings through beauty and more creativity - something I am able to do through creative writing, web design, and fashion design - all loner and invisible activities. I'd like to add ballroom dancing to this list of mental, emotional, physical and spiritual creative outlets.Yet I also need time to be alone - meditate, study, and to think, for in this way I create beauty from the depth of meditation and appreciation of perfection.
Poetically writing, what I feel from ballroom dancing - whether as participant or onlooker - is
An ease that might grace our necessary fictions.
There, our identities would be like Haydn's symphonies,
Structures of balanced contradictions,
For all their evident restrictions,
Crazy with lightness and desire:
La Passione, Mercury, Tempesta, Mourning, Fire.
At times, I want to move like part of the night, dark, sleek, sweeping in like a black storm off the sea. My body form a force of nature, moving gracefully yet with the power of the wind.
Question is how do I express all of that on the dance floor, among a crowd - with my emotional inhibition and need for precision and perfection? Sometimes, I envy the sheer joy and freedom other people exude in moving rhythmically and expressively to music on the dance floor.
Technically writing, what I want from ballroom dancing are improved posture, coordination, balance, precision, timing, concentration, knowing how to follow, mastering styling characteristics of each dance style, knowing when to begin with the music, how to match my footwork to the tempo of the music, and how to move in unison with my partner in a repetitive, rhythmic, and fluid manner.
Robert was convinced we have what it takes to dance competitively - to take it as far as the Ohio Star Ball and The Triple Crown - and place in the top five. I have doubts, but if possible, would like to partner with him on that journey. I do not fear the mental, emotional and physical fortitude the training requires of us - I believe the process will impact our lives for the better in terms of common vision, goals, respect for each other's rights, and appreciation of one another's efforts. However, that is not how things have turned out. Immediately after the Waltz Team Showcase, and after I pushed him to visit DCCC and helped him to land the contract to teach ballroom dance class, Robert voiced the opinion that he was too good of a dancer for me - an opinion he said both him and the dancing community share. No matter how much I trained - and most of time I trained by myself at the gym after putting our son to bed and with my own materials given that Robert hides training materials from me; naturally, Robert was busied dance hosting, taking classes, and attending dance parties to add to our income, or so the reason Robert gave me - I was never good enough as Robert's dance partner. He kept telling me how much better it would be for him that his dance partner is 5 ft 8 in tall and is an Eastern European descendant. Now, he wants to turn Professional and start competing with other women.
Well, that is all fine by me. What I want is to no longer be manipulated and used by Robert. I don't want to have to work on getting more dance teaching contracts on Robert's behalf so that he can keep on building his dancing credentials. I don't want to have to strategize and map out his dancing career path, in addition to managing Robert's dancing business from day-to-day while he is out in the community dancing, performing and being entertaining with some other women. I don't want to help Robert analyze and untangle whatever dance pattern he is learning - the only time when I get to view the training materials are when Robert is stuck in not understanding the materials and needs my help. Otherwise, I am left in the dark, and all he would say to me is "just follow the lead."
At this stage of my life, I want transparent motives that are translated into clear, unmistakable actions from people who are coordinated and resolute - people who stay true to their beliefs and principles. I am going to follow my heart's lead in finding my own independence and happiness, away from Robert and his half-truths, convenient lies, and self-congratulations upon thinking that he has successfully deceived me.
Wendy, I just wanted to take a moment to thank you for your unerring advice and compassionate support, but most of all, for standing by me and showing such generosity and dignity in helping me deal with what has to be the second most agonizing reality of my life. I will always be grateful.
That is all I wanted you to know. I may or may not be at DCCC this coming Sunday. Robert has threatened to tell the Center of our divorce, and how I am too unprofessional and emotional to teach classes without bringing troubles to the Center. And, as been proven by previous and similar events, the Center will have chosen to believe him as he speaks Taiwanese and Chinese; and shows such mannerly appearances and courtly charms. Great deceivers always do.
Phandeluys
p.s.
Since you are a Taiwanese native, can you help me to understand something about your country's traditions? Is it true that when your parents in-law visit you, that they have the right to take whatever item from you that they want back with them when they leave? I am not familiar with Taiwanese culture, and has not been able to confirm the veracity of this statement; even my mother who was one of the top three female students to enter and graduate from our country's first International Law program is suspicious. On at least one occasion, my Mother-In-Law has taken items, for instance, our son's king-sized goose down blanket, on her trip back to Kaohsiung. On such occasions, I only found out after she left, and always with Robert assuring me that behavior is normal in his culture.
Is it also normal behavior for grandparents to take out a life insurance policy on their grandchild? Because that's what Robert's parents did one year after our son was born.
Phandeluys A. Truong
214-636-5869
http://scatcat.fhsu.edu/~patruong/
http://scatcat.fhsu.edu/~patruong/webediengines/
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.
It was written by Phandeluys at the beginning of her journey toward “loathsomeness” in trying to understand this constantly and continuously deceptive person. Like my friend had penned in her diary, “If I don’t like somebody, there’s a reason. ... Chances are it’s because you don’t trust them, and you’re probably right. I don’t care who it is or what other people say about keeping an open mind and giving yourself a chance to get to know them better … If you do get involve with somebody you don’t like sooner or later you’ll get screwed.”
Finally and against her stubborn nature, my friend wised up.
Below is the text of the letter for your reading convenience.
Dear Wendy,
It is important that you hear what follows directly from me, rather than through the gossip mills.
I am petitioning for a legal separation and divorce from Robert.
When I last mentioned divorce, Robert requested a six-month period during which he promised me he'll seek counseling in order to understand and rehabilitate his behaviors. It is now past the three months timeline, and nothing of the sort has happened. In place of legitimate actions that can benefit our relationship lay excuses that should be retired, and old promises that have little chance of ever materializing. I know as I have heard those recycled excuses and promises from his lips for the last ten years. As a sign of good faith, I asked that we both signed personal and notarized contracts detailing all the things we each promised to do in order to improve our marriage and family; he didn't think such a sign of good faith was necessary between us. When I kept pressing the matter, he stalled and tried distracting me with other minor issues. He thought I'd forgotten. I am still waiting and trying to give him the benefit of my doubts; but my faith in him is slowly and surely deteriorating to be replaced by a sense of loathsomeness.
I believe Robert once told you that the crux of our marital difficulties centered on money, or the lack of it. Just this past April 15th, I received a letter from the Provost Office at Fort Hays State University, stating that Robert will not be paid for the online teaching services that I have been rendering, as he did not sign and return the contract by the March 31, 2008 deadline. Funny thing is, for the past six weekends, I consistently reminded him about the contract and how important that $2000.00 was in relieving whatever financial stress he may be under. And every weekends, like a parrot, he would assured me that we will sit down, look at the contract, complete it, and mail it back to FHSU. That contract was in Robert's hands before January 2008 because I began teaching the online Advanced Web Development course in Fall 2007.
More shocking was his reaction to my delivery of that letter's message: Quiet. Then, "What do you want me to do?" More quiet. Then, "I'll paid you for teaching that course." How was my thought but I just told him, "You're unbelievable" before hanging up the telephone.
It is not only the $2000.00 that I mourned; it is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for foreigners like us to become an Associate Professor at a state university; a stepping stone on the ladder to more prestigious academic institutions in the United States and abroad. What of my love, care, thought, work and time? I planned and strategized; promoted Robert to my department chairman; advised Robert on what to write in his correspondences with the Department and the University; when Robert couldn't write, I wrote and edited his correspondences for him; evaluated, planned, and wrote the syllabi, the schedules, the assignments and the programming code for the Intro to Web Development, Advanced Web Development, Intensive Web Development, and Web Security courses for his Professorship at FHSU. Even the graphics for the individual assignments are my own work.
It is true that the FHSU Professorship began as a gift to Robert's Mother. It is her dream to see Robert obtain his Ph.D. and teach at a public university as a professor. It was naive of me to think that obtaining the professorship for Robert was the end of the gift; that Robert would teach these courses himself, with occasional help from me; or that he would credit me in bringing some happiness to his Mother. Even now, he has yet to inform his parents of my role in this personal glory of his. What I consistently hear is that in gifting the professorship to him and requiring Robert to teach the courses himself, instead of teaching the courses myself, that I was in effect trying to control him and destroy his reputation.
Frankly, I do not understand that logic; if he is not willing to teach, why not just be honest with his Mother and save me all my time and efforts?
Sadly, this situation seems a reincarnation of our earlier venture into the international students recruiting business. Before Robert and I came together at the University of Oklahoma, he had a business recruiting international students to study at three universities in the United States. Within one month of hands-on in the business, I brought the international students recruiting business up to over two hundred state universities from its humble origin of three. Robert was its President; all contracts were under his name; these contracts stipulated that all commission fees were payable to an account in Kaohsiung with a name I didn't then recognize but now know is his Mother's.
I grew and managed the business in its every aspects excepting contracts and financials. And when I asked about the money, Robert told me that we had spent it all; I just couldn't find records of the incoming fund or trace its spending. I took his words at face value and did not wise up until much too late.When the business failed, Robert tried pinning its demise on me. In actuality, it was due to his refusal to pay commissions to his Taiwanese agents such as Ching Shan - what agents are stupid enough to keep referring students without getting paid? Yes, I have documents - in English - proving the agencies kept asking for, and never received their commissions. But still Robert continues to try and pin the business failure on me whenever the topic crops up in conversation.
There have been many duplicities - his deliberate sabotage of my career, my business and my network of associates - that chip away at my confidence in Robert and our relationship, but the final one that really pushed me beyond my limits of endurance occurred in the past few days. We gave our nine-year old son a Dell laptop for gaming purposes. A month ago, while going through Dominicq's laptop - something I routinely do every morning to gain a sense of our son's growing interests while ensuring his online privacy and security - I stumble onto some very inappropriately adult contents - photos, videos and web site urls. After deleting them from the laptop, I confronted Robert about the situation. You know what his answer was? "If it was me - and I'm not saying it was me - what can I do to solve the problem?" I told him to keep such adult contents away from Dominicq and his laptop; I didn't care what Robert did with those materials so long as he does it on his own laptops and desktop. Not mine, and definitely not our son's. Robert promised me that he will never visit and download any adult contents on our son's laptop again.
Fast forward to the morning of April 15, 2008. This time I brought Dominicq's laptop with me on my visit to Robert's probation officer to ask for his assistance in solving the problem. (Robert is under probation for physically assaulting me; we both were involved in an altercation that escalated into Robert kicking open our bedroom door, and slamming me against the bedroom wall, dislocating my right shoulder and arm.) Unfortunately, there was not much the probationary office could do. My hands are tied unless I want to bring Child Prottective Services onto the scene, with a strong likelihood that our son would be removed from our home and from my care. This path is not something I can travel; I cannot ever imagine not personally taking care of Dominicq. Life, as I know it, will cease to exist for me should our son be taken away from me. I know Robert knows this and is using Dominicq as both his pawn and shield.
Looking back in hindsight, I think everything is about Robert - his education, his career, his business, his reputation, his money, his dancing, his growth; our relationship was never twosome or about mutual goals. I was and am his personal labor slave. Anything that I was involved in that could not benefit him in any way were potential threats in taking my thought, work and time away from helping him achieve his goals. Such were the fates of my independent projects:
a. Web Design & Development company - many of my assignments were scraped because Robert thought clients were trying to steal from me; funny how clients for whom I was doing pro bono work never seem to want to steal from me, only the clients who can afford to pay or who talked about partnering with me to expand our mutual business growth.
b. Creative writing & poetry publications - before marrying Robert, my writing were published in International Quarterly, The New Yorker, The International Poetry Review, Mundus Artium, New Directions, World Literature Today, Poetry, MoonRabbit Review, Writer's Digest, Nimrod, Kalliope, Spoon RiverPoetry Review, Voices International, Chiron Review, Potpourri; one month into our marriage, Robert told me how I should stop reading my books, stop devoting my time to creative writing, and instead focus my talents on helping him with his academic papers and business correspondences, the latter metamorphosing into full-blown career consultancy whereby I planned, strategized, advised Robert in his career at the DoD.
c. Ballroom dancing - for nine months in 2006 while Robert was training for the Waltz Team Showcase, I was there on the sideline watching and supporting him. Originally, my motivation for attending these Sunday practices stemmed from Robert's request to have a pair of critical eyes to help monitor and correct his steps. I was his private audience, so to speak. The hours before, during, and after practices were our bonding moments centered around the Waltz routine - he and I reviewed and discussed the instructor's choreographic vision of the patterns; the music and how it may be interpreted; the technicalities of lifts; the footwork and hand placements. Our discussions were geared toward Robert's individual learning, understanding, and progress. Then, we worked on fine tuning the details that enabled him to master the routine.
When Robert first asked me to come see him practice on Sundays, I had declined. My argument was that the instructor and other team members may feel unduly put upon. My presence may not be good for the team's morale. Despite my objections and the team's reluctance, Robert insisted.
I was not interested in the Waltz Team's routine; much less the women's patterns. I was, however, very interested in seeing, understanding, and capturing the creative and spiritual essence of the instructor's artistic vision and dance choreography - to know and to portray his uncompromising standard, vast talent, versatility, and genius in dance - both in person and on camera.
I don't know what Robert's motivations for dancing are; I suspect popularity, ego, and a sense of achievement are parts of the package - these are the more consistent threads I sense running through the reasons he gives which vary from week to week. I'd contemplated my motivations deep into the night and the following answer reflects my search for understanding.
I am thoughtful, selective, reserved, sometimes repressed in emotions. This leads to frustration and inhibition of my emotions. I recognize the need to ferret out the inhibition and to express my feelings through beauty and more creativity - something I am able to do through creative writing, web design, and fashion design - all loner and invisible activities. I'd like to add ballroom dancing to this list of mental, emotional, physical and spiritual creative outlets.Yet I also need time to be alone - meditate, study, and to think, for in this way I create beauty from the depth of meditation and appreciation of perfection.
Poetically writing, what I feel from ballroom dancing - whether as participant or onlooker - is
An ease that might grace our necessary fictions.
There, our identities would be like Haydn's symphonies,
Structures of balanced contradictions,
For all their evident restrictions,
Crazy with lightness and desire:
La Passione, Mercury, Tempesta, Mourning, Fire.
At times, I want to move like part of the night, dark, sleek, sweeping in like a black storm off the sea. My body form a force of nature, moving gracefully yet with the power of the wind.
Question is how do I express all of that on the dance floor, among a crowd - with my emotional inhibition and need for precision and perfection? Sometimes, I envy the sheer joy and freedom other people exude in moving rhythmically and expressively to music on the dance floor.
Technically writing, what I want from ballroom dancing are improved posture, coordination, balance, precision, timing, concentration, knowing how to follow, mastering styling characteristics of each dance style, knowing when to begin with the music, how to match my footwork to the tempo of the music, and how to move in unison with my partner in a repetitive, rhythmic, and fluid manner.
Robert was convinced we have what it takes to dance competitively - to take it as far as the Ohio Star Ball and The Triple Crown - and place in the top five. I have doubts, but if possible, would like to partner with him on that journey. I do not fear the mental, emotional and physical fortitude the training requires of us - I believe the process will impact our lives for the better in terms of common vision, goals, respect for each other's rights, and appreciation of one another's efforts. However, that is not how things have turned out. Immediately after the Waltz Team Showcase, and after I pushed him to visit DCCC and helped him to land the contract to teach ballroom dance class, Robert voiced the opinion that he was too good of a dancer for me - an opinion he said both him and the dancing community share. No matter how much I trained - and most of time I trained by myself at the gym after putting our son to bed and with my own materials given that Robert hides training materials from me; naturally, Robert was busied dance hosting, taking classes, and attending dance parties to add to our income, or so the reason Robert gave me - I was never good enough as Robert's dance partner. He kept telling me how much better it would be for him that his dance partner is 5 ft 8 in tall and is an Eastern European descendant. Now, he wants to turn Professional and start competing with other women.
Well, that is all fine by me. What I want is to no longer be manipulated and used by Robert. I don't want to have to work on getting more dance teaching contracts on Robert's behalf so that he can keep on building his dancing credentials. I don't want to have to strategize and map out his dancing career path, in addition to managing Robert's dancing business from day-to-day while he is out in the community dancing, performing and being entertaining with some other women. I don't want to help Robert analyze and untangle whatever dance pattern he is learning - the only time when I get to view the training materials are when Robert is stuck in not understanding the materials and needs my help. Otherwise, I am left in the dark, and all he would say to me is "just follow the lead."
At this stage of my life, I want transparent motives that are translated into clear, unmistakable actions from people who are coordinated and resolute - people who stay true to their beliefs and principles. I am going to follow my heart's lead in finding my own independence and happiness, away from Robert and his half-truths, convenient lies, and self-congratulations upon thinking that he has successfully deceived me.
Wendy, I just wanted to take a moment to thank you for your unerring advice and compassionate support, but most of all, for standing by me and showing such generosity and dignity in helping me deal with what has to be the second most agonizing reality of my life. I will always be grateful.
That is all I wanted you to know. I may or may not be at DCCC this coming Sunday. Robert has threatened to tell the Center of our divorce, and how I am too unprofessional and emotional to teach classes without bringing troubles to the Center. And, as been proven by previous and similar events, the Center will have chosen to believe him as he speaks Taiwanese and Chinese; and shows such mannerly appearances and courtly charms. Great deceivers always do.
Phandeluys
p.s.
Since you are a Taiwanese native, can you help me to understand something about your country's traditions? Is it true that when your parents in-law visit you, that they have the right to take whatever item from you that they want back with them when they leave? I am not familiar with Taiwanese culture, and has not been able to confirm the veracity of this statement; even my mother who was one of the top three female students to enter and graduate from our country's first International Law program is suspicious. On at least one occasion, my Mother-In-Law has taken items, for instance, our son's king-sized goose down blanket, on her trip back to Kaohsiung. On such occasions, I only found out after she left, and always with Robert assuring me that behavior is normal in his culture.
Is it also normal behavior for grandparents to take out a life insurance policy on their grandchild? Because that's what Robert's parents did one year after our son was born.
Phandeluys A. Truong
214-636-5869
http://scatcat.fhsu.edu/~patruong/
http://scatcat.fhsu.edu/~patruong/webediengines/
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.
