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Does Marina Ever Feel Guilty of Her Privileges?

What stereotypes do we have for artists? They are creative, talented, and quirky, in some cases. They are interesting and intriguing. They are wild and nonchalant. They are unpredictable. They don’t care about others’ opinions, ignorant to…

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May 29

Women’s Rage, Depiction

Rage, the first word in one of the oldest and the greatest stories, The Epic. Rage, an emotion easy to distinguish but hurtful when one possesses so mostly suggested to suppress. Rage, men showing it through sports, wars, and politics, and women not allowed to let it out only until…

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May 2

Record Stores Break Your Heart

I once wrote an article about my first love where I express my immense love for music with the intentional clickbait title. It’s sort of a truth, though. Music is my love, so then record store must be the embodiment of the love. I hate the idea that the disappearance of…

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Jan 23

What the women talked about when they talked about love

Love is what people always talk about, want to talk about, try to dig out from oneself or others. Love is all around, on tv shows, in films, being the motif in every book you read, between people whether lovers or family or friends…

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Aug 25, 2021

As a Living Ghost, As in the Bardo

August is the “ghost month” in Taiwanese culture, and like what I’ve written in My Father’s ghost, the door that confines the ghosts (we call them good brothers) would be opened so they get to wander about in the human world. In mid August, people would hold a ceremony…

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Aug 15, 2021

My father’s ghost

In the traditional Taiwanese custom, July in the lunar calendar is the so-called ghost month. The first day of the lunar July is the day when the “door” open, and ghosts from the underground would be released, and those who are confined in the human world are allowed to wander about.

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Jun 22, 2021

A Love Story: everlasting love

At the age of six or seven, I finished my first story. I can’t remember even a bit of it; all I have is…