It’s been a while since I posted an announcement post. As you can see, I am nearing the end of my book, The Emperor and Her Assassin, and my first college semester. Yay? I’m going to whoop and pretend that I am not worried sick by finals.

As I have developed a more organized way of life, I have been writing more for the past weeks. I have also recently discovered that all comments from you guys go directly into spam (or perhaps the only comments I get are just spam. Now this is more probable). I have noticed that all the “spam”/comments accumulate in this random chapter of my book, so I just made this post as a new place to collect it.

If you have any GENERAL QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, PERSONAL ATTACKS TO LOWER MY NONEXISTENT SELF-ESTEEM, IDEAS, ADVICE, AND/OR PRAISE TO RAISE MY NONEXISTENT SELF-ESTEEM, please comment here on this post. Or, find the tab on the corner of your screen (or the bar on top if you are on your computer), and comment on the “About This Blog” page for general comments!

As always, thanks for dropping by. I would love to hear what you think of this site!




2nd Year Anniversary

Dear Readers,

It’s been two years since I started this whole thing, and I just want to take the moment to thank all of you for motivating me to finish things. Apologies for being so inactive lately since I’ve been busy with college visits/decision (Go Bears!), the end of such a large chapter of my life through the ever-so-eventful high school, and certain emotional struggles that result from the above mentioned.

I just want to express that this space is especially precious to me since it is more of an incubator than it is a blog: my ideas and creativity in their most infant forms survive here because the fact that these drafts are some what “published” prevents me from ripping them into shreds.

So thank you, thank you for taking me so far by simply being here.



Daily Posts Break

Dear Readers, 29 days of January, 28 days of February, and 57 daily posts later, I have decided to lower the quota to every-other-day posts aka posts on each odd date.

For the past 57 days I have either been scheduling posts ahead of time or actually scrambling and posting them a few hours late. And, it has began to wear down on my sleeping schedule now that things are getting busier even in the last semester of my high school career.

Again, thank you all so much for reading and dropping by. Your silent support speaks volumes.



About the Last Syllable

Dear Readers,

So…the trilogy is finally complete. Someone told me that there is really no clear closure after LaLauren Mansion, and since I value heavily that certain someone’s opinions, I just wrote this new extension of the story to try to wrap up the loose ends…and it seemed that I only created more loose ends with four chapters (all named after some reference from Shakespeare’s Macbeth) or 2,381 words.

No matter, I am simply glad that I can say goodbye (partially) to this large project, and pretend that I’ve done an incredible thing.

No worries, I’ve planned a new story already, so I will be working very hard to redeem myself as soon as I am done with college applications/essays.

As always, thank you for checking out this site,



Endnote of LaLauren Mansion

Dear Readers,

So…23 chapters (or 26,492 words) later, my second story, LaLauren Mansion, is finally finished. Just want to thank all of you for reading and liking the many chapters: I hope all of you had as much fun reading as I had writing. I tried very hard to use character development or the lack of along with other seemingly awkward language to illuminate certain aspects/critique of our society, though it may really seem amateurish since I am still working on my skills as writer!

However, if any of you are actually interested in knowing what is going on in this strange head of mine when I wrote certain chapters– and to be honest, some are more symbolic than others — please comment on those chapters and I will write the analysis explaining the rationale and certain allegories/references/allusions that is always within everything I write. (Random fact, I like to call these references literary easter eggs, just because it sounds a lot less esoteric or intimidating.)

Anyway, a huge thank you for all of your support: I will continue to sharpen my skills with more ambitious projects that can hopefully be enjoyable and meaningful to you guys.



“My Dictionary” Launch

Now that I have finished my first story (and plagued all of you with super long, thousands-worded posts), I thought I might have a bit of a change with this new project, “My Dictionary.”

This is a project that aims to show how I understand the world around me. It’s mostly meant to try to convey the way that I allow my mind to drift with every object that I come in contact with. The order in which these posts come are completely random, and I aim to update it as often as possible. So, hope you enjoy these much quicker reads!

Project: Survey Taiwan

“Choose a leader who will invest in building bridges, not walls,” said writer Suzy Kassem

While this quote is only popularized now thanks to a certain Mister Drumpf, I was lucky enough to remove the disgusting political image associated with that man from this beautiful wisdom and allow the saying to touch my heart. It became a catalyst for a reaction that had been long-awaiting in my mind.

In the past six years of my (almost) 17-years-long life, various factors propelled me in a direction that I now came to recognize. Some factors, like the childish sneering of my peers, were short jabs to my back; while others, like the measured questions of curious scholars, were magnets gravitating me forward. Forward, to the path that I am now determined to take.

I want to tell the story of the island, Taiwan. My island, our island, Taiwan.

Six years in the United States have taught me so much more than the decade that I spent in Taiwan. Now, this may very well only be due to the fact that most people learn a lot more during their middle school to high school years than elementary school years, or the fact that immigration itself is a harsh mentor that also part times as a catalyst for growth. But, the cultural difference also plays a large role in shaping my opinions of my home country (if I am allowed to call it a country without being bashed by the same childish sneering of in my classes and my nightmares). In short, I gained an incredible appetite for pride. The pride in discussion here is not the one that Mister Darcy and Miss Eliza Bennet overcome, but pride for my country. Nationalism or patriotism, if you would call it. These two words seemed to raise red flags now due to the historical documentation of the horrible consequences that an excessive dosage of the two often inspire. And, history being one of my favorite subjects, I cannot agree more with the idiocy of justifying horrors using nationalism. So obviously, the nationalism in discussion here is a controlled dosage. All I wanted is the right to say, “I came from the country call Taiwan.”

There was another catalyst for this sudden determination. During history class with my favorite teacher, we strayed from our discussion about the detriments of imperialism and into a talk about impoverished places in the world that my classmates had been to. I found a growing annoyance and no joy for hearing the contempt tone as students give accounts of “humidly disgusting” streets of Vietnam and the “trash piles and fights” in Haiti, so I began to allow myself to zone out and think about calculus. Then a kid raised his hand.

“What about Taiwan? Isn’t Taiwan really impoverished, too? There was that one building that just tipped over after a gentle shake…it must be because of that woman they elected…”


I wasn’t aware that my cheeks burnt, that my eyes widened, and that I was capable of shouting above the general murmur of the class. I wasn’t even aware that it was my scratchy voice that shouted in the first place. For the past six years I had told myself that according to history, it was only normal that most people would still see Taiwan as merely a colony of a greater landmass. I told myself that I would be okay and acceptive of the voices that found it an obligation to remind their supposed subjects that they were their subjects. Yet I can’t. That moment told me that I can’t continue to convince myself that it is okay. When the Chinese kid brought up the lunar new year earthquake with a laughing frown, my facade collapsed under my frustration.

It is not okay for ignorance to be a justification for the belittling of a tragedy. It is not okay for arrogance that is bred by ignorance to be a reason for treating the deaths of so many innocent youths in mockery. It is not okay for this contempt bred by arrogance to be an excuse for seeing the mistake of one corrupt individual in building a lacking structure as a representation of an entire nation. Tell me, does a nation need to be completely free of political and economical corruption in order to be independent? Or is independence a catalyst for improvement? For Taiwan, I know that a sense of independence might just direct the nation in a clearer direction, to give it fuel for even greater heights than its current surface modesty could bring.

I will never be just a Taiwanese. I will never be just an American. I will only be a Taiwanese American. This is in no way a rejection of American culture, but rather an (idealized) demonstration of it. It would be a crime for me to deny my roots, my birthplace. The sense of obligation and loyalty to a nation is supposed to be a cornerstone of the American value, and as cynical as society — including myself— seems to be of it (once again, thanks to the historical and political agenda that this seemingly naive dream justified), I thought that it would not hurt if I am to at least see myself for who I am. Yet again and again I need to be told that Taiwan is a part of China, and that I am denying my roots and obligation to China. Allow me to speak to you through the voice of Thomas Paine on the rights of man, “The vanity and presumption of governing beyond the grave is the most ridiculous and insolent of all tyrannies…Every generation is, and must be, competent to all the purposes which its occasions require. It is the living, and not the dead, that are to be accommodated” (Paine). What is history? I understand it as a record for past happening that we should all learn from. tells me that it is “the branch of knowledge dealing with past events.” So far, I have yet to see any definition stating that it should be a contract binding two culturally different peoples into one nation. So can I not be interrupted when I try to explain where I came from? When will there be an end of the assumptions of Taiwan’s poverty merely to spite its claims of independence? When will people see that it is a country working towards progress, a nation so readily embracing change, that it passes more radical laws than the United States, and elected a female president before the United States?

After the quote and my encounter with the rude classmate, my goal became clearer. I want people to see Taiwan for who it is the same way that I want people to see me for who I am. Yes, I am a novice leader. I have yet to have a taste of the real world beyond the petty dramas of school clubs, ASBs, and my philosophizing. But that is no excuse for procrastination. Even though I have yet to gain access to concrete trustees that would help me build bridges, I cannot allow myself to owe more to both my home here in the United States and my hometown in Taiwan. I cannot procrastinate my passions any longer. So I will now try my best to make myself the iron beams in which the bridge could be based on. Maybe, just maybe, if I try hard enough, and if God permits it, I will one day fill the gaps with concrete friends who share the same passions of telling the story of my hometown to the rest of the world.

I will no longer allow myself to be trapped in walls, since I want a leader who would be chosen, and a chosen leader would invest in bridges.

So, long story short, I pledge myself to begin a project where, armed with my iPhone and paper (or rather, this blog) and love for writing, I would set myself to document as much of Taiwan as possible and post them here during the summer. Hopefully, by the end of August,  I will have enough stories to make a statement cohesive enough to show the characters of my home country.