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Meryl Yeo Yawen

A purveyor of

Elegant punchy prose in

Literary, visual, musical compositions (All originals).

Singaporean.

I put out what I want to see. Not just what other people want to see. No matter what they do, they are unable to change me.

I am self-taught and was already a full-fledged composer with published works before I went over to Switzerland. I do not tutor nor teach anybody my craft. I decline to have my works and workings mischaracterized as students’ works. I denounce the practice of falsely ascribing my works to others who are clearly not Creative and lack the capability to author anything close to my works — they can’t even reach those spaces sober as I can. They don’t look as impressive as I do as an actual owner and creator — not an actor. People have to be drunk, take drugs or do bad things for a thrill and still don’t manage because such things prevent pure distillation and access. They need to wear all kinds of embellishments and indulge in logo-obsessions wearing rugs and curtains to try and stand out, try to beat others down and make us look like we have to compete. Whereas I raise everyone higher, show us the true meaning of each person standing tall with our own Gravitas. I’m trying to get back to where I already was and what I was already doing, before I was blocked from even securing a studio, from continuing my works, and even from showing up as the Owner. I’d like to get that studio without further ado so that I can continue composing my original works again straightaway. It will have to be outside of Singapore for reasons given below. And not in a Muslim or Hindu country. I’m alone in this. Independent Standalone, working for none. Fine by me. I never use AI for my Creative Decisions. My layering, composing, timing and data pulls are also all entirely manual. I already proved it in my prolific succession of compositions, which have proved highly profitable and were embraced by prestige houses, before AI was released. They are all custom, tamper-proof. Displace even one phrase, director’s note or musical note and there is visible/audible/noticeable diminishment or degradation of material class/quality because I composed it as one person from own Source material. AI never replaces, but without allowing me to take my place in life and without fully releasing me from my previous marriage there is no way I can teach anyone how to master it either. I kept being interrupted, they refused to let me alone or even be myself! They pretended I had refused to adhere to security protocols when they were in fact refusing to deliver on any and all basic access to information and ID, security/safety SOP, and had zero communication except useless talk that failed to adhere to any of their Swiss data protection laws on Informed Consent and required Power of Attorneys!

By the way — all banks are legally required to follow my legal Singapore passport name *which has never changed*. As a Singaporean I can only hold one passport, since I was never under 18 in Switzerland. Any account I own can be easily traced. If a licensed bank violates laws by letting someone use a reported stolen copy of my passport to open an account under a different surname and give the person access, they can’t do something wrong with it and claim it’s my account. Police can trace this and they will lose their license.

In no way am I Japanese or Korean. I’m a mix of Singaporean Hakka Chinese and Singaporean Hainanese Chinese. By being born this way I give strictly no endorsement to my background or race, nor any suggestion on what you “should” do about it. However I have explained precisely why and warned very specifically.

Regarding any past online video game avatars. It’s like owning a car. If I take your friend’s kid on a joy ride in my global x-time winning race car, in no way do you own my car. In no way does your friend’s kid own the car. In no way does that kid’s parent own the car. I’m still the sole owner of the car and the x-time winner. By saying I own the car, no one but a bitter Ken to a happy Barbie would think I’m saying I invented the car, nor own patents of cars, nor own the carmaker, nor have the authority to dismantle the car and use the precision/moving parts in another invention (this is nothing like taking an Alessi dragon kettle whistle and putting it on a non-branded kettle). If I have to pop off and do something else important for a while the kid’s still in my care, in no way do you own the car. In no way does your friend own the car. In no way does your friend’s kid own the car. I’m still the sole owner of the car. In fact, none of you own in perpetuity any future car and/or property I acquire after I drop your kid off. In no way do any of you have a right to ring the kid to snag my wallet and use my ID or credit cards, it’s still considered theft. None of it gives you a right to perform ownership-level transfers on my behalf while the kid’s by the car waiting for me, none of you have a right to get in the car without permission nor air yourselves being in the car by ringing the kid and making it look like it was you instead of the kid there, none of you have a right to lie that I were your employee or someone you paid for whatever claims. You were also questioned about that by myself by the way, even your footage is visibly interrupted several times by me the real owner coming back to check that everything was okay and making sure everyone saw it was my car. It was shown on your footage. And none of it gives you the right to say you somehow own me — the account and device owner, nor my accomplishments, belongings, devices, certainly never my identity and/or likeness as a person, much less in perpetuity. No one would believe that through giving your friend’s kid a fun ride and sharing my privilege this way with them because they’re a fan, you meant to seriously say that I transferred ownership of my car, everything I own, that I now allegedly work for you, and even transferred my free will and identity as a human being to you. That you would then come after me in real life to try and take it by force, violence and/or falsified documents. That’s only what a real criminal thinks — that if I show their friend’s kid something on my iPad once the parent now thinks I gave consent to them ringing in on the phone to that kid to steal my password, record themselves using my device, and later the parent breaks into my house to physically claim my iPad, all my private details in it, and even claim that they’re now the owner of my home and own all my belongings in it — all the title deeds, certificates, and everything I own and make in future. The crimes are called theft, grand theft, defamation, assault leading to battery, identity theft and impersonation, demanding ransom, extortion, and the last kidnapping which carries a maximum death penalty or life imprisonment in Singapore. The rest of it is called mental illness, carrying out one’s wishes to do real harm to others. We put people in jail, put them to death, and/or impose heavy penalties when they commit such crimes in the real world.

A rep of the game company actually asked me for my PayPal receipts last year to prove I’m the owner of the account and retrieve my avatar (my account with ~8 longbows and a bunch of heraldics/etc). I happen to have all those receipts, but they gave me no secure link to upload them to. Due to past history with their former employees like the non-English speaking store detectives who seem to have absolutely no idea how anything works in the westernized First World nor ever socially mixed with any of us, I’m also concerned if they would use that for themselves and/or give it to other people if I were to provide it to them. Some of them were witnessed speaking about being predatory towards customers when they heard how much some were spending, speculating how much in ‘price vs economy’ it must’ve been costing any one of us per season to max gear and even be on each type of leaderboard much less be #1 (with often the low level exclusives being at a premium due to the implication of time-limited prestige items/availability/accumulated wealth and resources), discussing the amounts and our private details or personal profiles, what our credit cards and finances must be like, what kind of houses we must stay in, what gifts they got from us and how much they could sell these on the black market which they described as a living wage.

There was a problem with companies or authorities hiring non-English speaking detectives from poor/undeveloped parts of Asia and/or South America. They’re wrong to decide I’m there to steal when they’re unqualified to even discern my customer profile and they know it. It was hard to explain that I’m assessing whether I’ll like it and reading up the full terms and conditions on the package carefully before I buy into it. I was already at the point of making payment when they wanted to claim I’m stealing or pretend I’m only paying because they’re watching. And then their English turned out to not even be minimally conversant enough to understand what I’m saying. There was no way to report them to their superiors because I’d file a complaint through a different department and they would interrupt and suppress it because they knew everyone else working those counters in the establishment. They mistakenly assumed what I got from is/was all that I have. Then when they saw that what I own turned out to be something extremely rare such as to be considered legendary, they were totally shocked because they thought what they just saw me with is all I own/have so they wrongly assumed I were just the equivalent of a “total noob who just got lucky and rolled a royal class secret ‘gigachad’ character on a brand new account with a 0.000000001% worldwide chance of rolling for it” especially since what I got is not even what the place advertises. That’s the real unseen elite/ legendary class of Authorities on the Eastern side of the Western front that none of them are, they’re from a themepark loosely based on the real legends in another country and I’m sprung from the real deal. And my purchase history doesn’t reflect my past history and CV because it was a fresh registration, And when I left, those detectives still thought I didn’t even know what I have when in fact they’re the ones who can’t even speak enough English to understand and aren’t even experienced enough as detectives. In no way was this limited to virtual, it was happening in parallel in real life too — for instance Swiss authorities were wrong to register me as a different person with no history when I moved countries, as if I were a refugee. When I submitted a real-life individual marriage application with my full set of pristine First World data it was to join a future life partner who came through a few top diplomatic/leadership & awards channels and Ministries as safe and approved — I was told this was my man, my team, when the whole thing had been hijacked and I was marked for death/ disfigurement and disposal before going over. They pretended to have “lost” my original application. Some of these people with direct access to First World citizen registries were tasked with verification despite being nearly illiterate, not even passing the grade for any standard Fortune 500 entry level worker, not even passing the hiring mark as a customer grader at a licensed financial institute like the one we owned, none of them knew what it even means to qualify for a Platinum Mastercard or Visa Infinite like mine (I canvassed/ processed high & ultra high net worth applications at Fortune 500s for a time).

I was worried I wouldn’t be recognized because I was publicly credited as just an assistant/employee and a brown minority, but the people involved now know I’m the actual person and key Creative who solved the Code, the puzzles in their unseen Codices. Using nothing but public information and my own skills/personal experience.

I have never lost access to any of my senses nor had any disabilities or addictions, whether temporary or permanent. That’s just people wanting an excuse to avoid paying me for using my works and pretend there was any valid reason for my FORCED absence. However their abuse was not without consequences, as I was temporarily unable to access certain higher creativity reserves to work with foreign languages like French and other romantic languages in original composition, in particular my own body firmly flagged and blocked the sub Italian-speaking channel for abuse, which likely protected my brain from being rewired in any other way than I desire it.

There’s a problem down here in Singapore. My family and I were never homeless, spendthrifts nor broke/jobless people. People who have no idea about Singapore hallucinate that they gave me enough to last me at least 10 years, in reality it’s maximum 1-2 years partly because they wouldn’t release me from marriage even after divorce approval which forced me to pay legal and travel fees because they wrongly viewed me as receiving free money — as if I were just a domestic helper or paid for hire actor from a poor neighbouring country who only takes instruction when I’m the legal wife and from the pioneering vanguards of the elite intelligentsia (of which I’m even their universal pathfinder, ahead of the pack and fielding complex solutions that everybody wants but seem to think they should get for free and even tack their names on as the authors), with a personal track record of being a top global Creator in the First World such that I would have royalties paid to me for the recent 10+ year run of my original body of works and more. Except, they are blocking my payouts and refusing to let members leave. And they refused to let me ascend to take my place at all, instead seem to have tried to have me killed off. To discredit Singaporeans they use one or two migrant workers and brown minorities from less affluent neighbouring countries, where the living monthly wage is $300-$1000 vs. our $5000 (if you live with your mum; anything less as a local and you’re fooling yourself because you’ll have no savings and no real social life, become one of those miserly uptight people superstitious about money/luck and only ever think like a dependent/robot with no life, cursed with a Temu-like wardrobe forever and you can cancel your first Loro Piana fitting appointment like I did in Milan because I was just REFUSED the budget to finally show up AS the Owner and stop being forced to act like I wouldn’t know what it is when I dictated the master plan for a spate of city businesses naughtily flashing the quiet luxury badge and more companies variably offering employees the chance to hold company shares and stocks to solve issues with unions, and somehow I still don’t deserve to stand in front of VIPs as a human being to get my funding to set up) to $8000 (closer to >$10000 if you want to do actual set up and serious legacy planning) and these stories seemingly discredit us with tales about it being easy to earn money in Singapore to buy homes in all these countries that incidentally Singaporeans have NO setup in nor longterm residency rights in, and in many cases can’t fully own a multigenerational freehold home — a reality that many expat Caucasian buyers can attest to. Our neighbours are Muslim, Malay and have bumiputra laws that caused Mr. Lee Kuan Yew to separate and create a new country in the first place based on MERITOCRACY. As for me, our Singaporean family fortune was immortal as the Royal House of 子, it’s impossible to spend it or lose it, any given Fortune 500 General Manager or ex GM who hears me describe the setup will straightaway tell you. We were Landed Gentry that lived on freehold landed property that we owned in Singapore as >4th generation multi-millionaires — we brought our own money in as Freeholders, until the late 90’s when my poorer cousins were kidnapped for ransom and my family was ripped apart, our fortune was stolen from us — I was the one who witnessed the names and figures on the multiple lawsuits (7 figures SGD on each lawsuit in the 90’s, each naming which family-owned landed address they were acquiring, there were over 10 lawsuits that I fired back replies on and these people were shocked because my mum is “not supposed to be that good in England” but I got a Distinction in Cambridge C2 that year and was egging to strike after they made me drop my best subject AEP and dropped me from the winning debate team for my grades despite also securing our English Theatre a group gold that year by providing the tiebreaker piece (original sound engineering, voice, role of basically a Sefirot with my face covered, Ameno soundtrack to poke fun at me no doubt, real classy), and announced that our entire cohort of top girl’s schools’ students had been fully doxxed, people were told we are prostitutes and encouraged to seek us out, and that we should know that and do nothing just stay safe, while they did nothing nor filed police reports — still I beat those socially maladaptive chumps back even though my argumentative essays were my worst at only a B average because authorities mark down/dislike analysis and question reframing as flaws (inclusionsssss), it was my Creative open-ended that were an A to A+; there are some people on this planet who have proof I score in grades and categories/whole communication ranges beyond our leading institutes’ current ability to measure. My works are instantly and spontaneously natal chart-aligned (your closest descriptor which has unfortunate connotations which are actually irrelevant and certainly never belonged to that race) to the people I identified as wanting to work with before I ever saw them, like an instant connection to their webs, I only “saw” them embedded as the authors in their works in a language beyond the visual and surface evidence, the material could be indented and identified as being of a certain class, everything that was built around it crumbles to dust, and so I easily ignored the labels and vendors and spoke only to them about things I couldn’t have known and with a certainty that was shocking to them. They were most surprised.), because at age 14 I went to my mum’s office and typed up the letters that succeeded in securing us dates in appeals court when we couldn’t pay the pretty secretary anymore — we paid all our staff 10% above market rate and surprise luxury bonuses which bumped it up by 100-300%. Everyone wanted to work for us. Everyone wanted to be our property agent. Their eyes popped at how fast we made money and the stories are legendary. They still talk about it. 6-7 figures in a matter of months with each turn of hand, 20% paid upfront wired over a weekend. Not 10%. Buildings, houses. We want it, we got it. The numbers and road names don’t lie. They are still waiting for us, looking to us from a safe distance. Somewhere on this planet there’s a couple of Equestrian brand country and regional ex-managers who remember my mum because the French head had flown in and was so angry he banged the table and had a famous little war of words — still legend in Singapore among property gurus of the time. But as a result that Equine brand family has independent proof of those figures, the road names, my mum’s full name, and our company address all of which some have tried to erase. And they were unable to erase us because we had an international battle record of stellar warmonger-level wins as a tight circle that let no one in. And I’m the only one left that they were unable to kill; go ahead, call me any number of names but tell me that you still think I’m a normal or weak or “emo” person, when to save face they had to hold me hostage overseas and register me as a man and then a group of 3-5 because they were unable to do it at home. I’m just one woman. For the court appeals I used WordPerfect, and an electronic typewriter with a screen which frankly made my letters more precise. We were from an exceptionally strong community where the men love the women and the women love the men. Agreements between us are made with chivalry, love, kindness, no public displays of affection. I saw who murdered my whole family — do you all understand? I’m not homeless. They lost. They murdered my family, took everything, none of us are even remotely recognizable anymore. They made my mother a masseuse so that they could say we are dirty or just scavengers, she was VP of student council, head of government department and chaste until she had us. They did bad things to us, called me a witch for my abilities which seemed precognitive to them and a rebel for proving to be monstrously formidable even though I’m just one woman, and they kept coming after me even when I was an exotic flight attendant and seldom in town. Take a look at those flight attendants. Do they look like they can be remotely mistaken as men to you even when they change out of uniform you can still see that ridiculous sashay courtesy of an hourglass figure from right across the airport. What do you want me to dress like, a bogan? I can’t stay here. In the early 2000’s we quietly exchanged information, I had said something about looking forward to retiring after a group that had talked to the women badly left a luxury premise, an older woman in her 40s looked around to check that we were alone and revealed that it never ends. I said “..what?” And she quietly repeated what she said. She wanted me to know. She let it sink in and quickly walked away. My only eye witness is literally a foreign minority in Australia who hates my guts for everything I’m loved for and thinks I’m Satan incarnate, while everyone is surprised that I’m with the diversity crew. He told me he would never have believed anything I say if he hadn’t seen those court records himself before they were expunged after 20 years as per laws of the time. Our family has a history of yielding the highest educated women in our region as generalists with exceptional specialties, producing elite intellectuals that were also National athletes. Our business was a financial institution with our private family portfolio of Singapore landed properties. They just took over 38 Oxley even though they promised not to, you can’t tell me that family is homeless. Their idea of “generous help” is removing our freestanding Fisher & Paykel which just needed a clean and restoration and had French doors and a spacious bottom freezer, and replacing it with a awful nameless thing with hideous temperature control they bought for less than a tenth of our Fisher & Paykel. We were never poor, but that kind of money simply isn’t made anymore in this day and age. I’m hardly some kind of homeless person crawling around the West looking for a place to camp. They can hardly claim I allegedly spent my retirement money recklessly and now have to be forced to act homeless and “find a job” in security like they pushed my mum into after they were done humiliating her. I lived an independent life to be humanized. Not to be treated like I have no right to call myself a person dignity nor sentience, and have my money drained through harassment and committing crimes of feasance against me for which I’m denied right to report. I never “spend” my money on myself and my “needs”. I was purely forced to use my money to fight for my position in the last years after it wasn’t given to me, not even a basic right of ID and stay while I was obligated as the key person to show up for those projects. My case is a matter of Kanye taking over my trophy like he did with Taylor and people actually believing my trophy belongs to him not me, and another person taking over my album Master Records except I never signed a standard industry contract — mine was accomplished by them stealing my identity completely. And mine wasn’t just music. They were my complete original manuscripts — I am the composer and librettist, gave the precise and full main notes and direction for the musical score, I wrote the theatre managerial and stage director notes, acting cues, set design notes, key lighting decisions to create the visuals and impact I wanted (e.g one scene only lit from ground and lava below and rain of flames above, the topographical view revealing the cascading fiery waterfalls merging into a symbol, the echo of this same pattern in the wings of light, the lyrics, the effect accompaniments, master records all ready for dissemination to the right team.)

That’s why when I emerge, I am confirmed as the author and my works will be recognized. There is no one like this.

I have hired a lawyer to assist with police reports on family members. I am preparing to press charges.

Regarding plastic surgery rumours and whether I’ve ever done anything to my face (or else why not). I don’t know how else to put it, but.. ..have you ever just not done something because you felt you couldn’t afford it? Couldn’t afford injections, much less plastic surgery. You couldn’t afford to keep saying no to what was offered like the bad overseas dental which destroyed the beautiful work that your last multi-hyphenate dental doctor artiste who swam across the English Channel did, nor keep insisting or you would end up with nothing but looking stupid at best with an empty plate, and looking completely ungrateful at worst — with an empty plate. (Right now I have a fractured front tooth from the aggressive overseas works and feel I can’t do anything about it, I’m told it will eventually break off unless I do.) You couldn’t afford to pass up opportunities or complain about oppression or pay options, you couldn’t afford to learn American Sign Language or Morse — you just couldn’t afford it! If you didn’t take whatever was given based on what “they” decided you could have, you would end up with nothing or be stuck waiting a really long time buried amongst a ‘robotic’ populace in these oddly neurotic pits of someone else’s Kefka-esque dream that I just find totally impossible to relate to, forcibly pairing you with criminals for these victim stories and lazy writing — hoping, but your voice would never be heard, your work would never get a chance to be seen. No one would ever know that you could do this. That you could be great. That you were never just a nobody. Nor a follower or a fan or some kind of victim they are trying to force you to unnaturally be without getting to know you. That you are no “AI” construct (why should I accept being misogynistically portrayed as an android or AI, and/or accept being exploited as if I have no rights, because “they said so”?). Not unless you stepped up and did something out of this world, embody what “they say” is impossible for you to do or be or achieve. To embody your own Dream and kick that whinging Kefka narrator to the kerb, lousy conversation anyway. And I just had to learn that sometimes, it’s not that you did anything wrong or that there were some path you haven’t exhausted. It’s just there are some people in this world who can hate you and decide you’ll have no future before they even know the first thing about you. That you can’t possibly have certain things, just because they said so. You can’t possibly already have credit unless they gave it to you so they took what you had away and gave it someone else in the queue, you can’t possibly be owed credit currently due to you because you look like you have nothing so they refuse to pay it out, and you can’t possibly be served unless you pay them now. But they won’t pay you what’s owed to you. And you feel you can’t afford anything, not because you’re poor per se but because someone decided it’s impossible for you to have a family fortune, then after they stole it they decided they never have to pay you, decided they know better. I could see people and find them, put up a damn good show, but the naysayers caught up to “put me in my place”, make sure I’d never be found or perhaps even believed — I mean who would ever think it meant something other than a minor admin mistake when Swiss authorities registered me as a man before they even saw me in 2019, claimed they’d correct it then refused corrections when I went over; what else could I have done, they wouldn’t even serve us when I had money, we were the brightest young girls in the land and some unknown outsiders decided we were worthless before we were even adults, published our contact details and incited violence on us with impunity. Told the world we were prostitutes, and people acted like it were true.

The last time Disney came to my school, I was 7 or 8 years old. They were looking for kids to film a segment. Didn’t say which one. The form teacher sent down a bunch of us, but not me because I’d been thought to be deaf/mute — in reality I just wasn’t speaking to anybody because they were actively fishing information about our families and getting us in trouble by betraying our confidences with leaks, and I had been left alone with no visitors for a really long time before that first year. I plucked up the courage and asked. She was surprised, but I insisted and she let me go. I ran down to the AV halls and searched each one, but there was nothing. I ran through the halls and asked anyone I could find. I never found them. They were probably taken someplace else for filming. But no one would tell me how to get there, or they just didn’t know.

Could others also see me and find me? Would they?

In Switzerland, verbal contracts have to be honoured and are unable to be laterally transferred.

Just because I was (deliberately) misadvised, doesn’t mean I made those mistakes.

They cannot call me down to re-sign fresh original official documents >50 times precisely because they were unable to get me to make a mistake (I struck out every single Lwrong original form and marked out form reference number discrepancies — part of my profession used to be processing high net worth applications at Fortune 500’s. I’m good at it), until finally on the last time the officials grabbed the signed wrong form the moment I pointed it out and was about to strike it out, then they bolted behind an access door while someone else blocked my path, refused to give it back claiming they have a special process for shredding that I “need to respect”.

They cannot deny me Informed consent by withholding vital information and denying all access to data on Content Availability Format.

Once again:

Just because I was (deliberately) misadvised by a group of close advisors, who happen to become the only available people during any emergency, doesn’t mean I made those mistakes. For clarity, when I say emergency this is including, but not limited to, times when it is impossible to hire a lawyer and/or even get such lawyers I hire and pay to even disclose basic information like how many pages a standard official form has and even after they have allegedly clocked at least 15 hours of alleged work allegedly for me.

I have never left things open-ended. For years I pushed for constant negotiations and was denied access, my own data and ID were withheld, with any and all forms of negotiation completely denied. I embarked on a constant search for lawyers that never seemed to end or produce any leads, during which I alone debunked falsehoods and demanded answers from authorities on why I was denied access to even my own identity and why they could just act like my documents were “lost”. The only outcome that the other parties wanted for me was to completely negate me and refuse me all terms and even access to my own original approved application and ID.

I’ve never been a refugee. I’ve never stolen money — As the business owner, I was fully entitled to access the same pool of petty cash for legitimate business expenses. There are solid papers and registries that prove my identity as the Owner. They can’t register me as a totally different person than what’s on those legal documents, just to make false claims I allegedly “stole” funds and use this to block me.

My Originals are composed without AI. It’s of my own pure creativity and talent since childhood. In the 90’s, I entered a special program for children Gifted in the Arts (Art Elective Program) at the Nation’s top 2 Girls’ school. I had my year of intake’s highest entrance score (tied). My English teachers made multiple recommendations for my immediate transfer to the top 1 girls’ school, but my parents wanted me to be in a Chinese girls’ school not a Mixed one.

As I was growing up, no one came by to visit our house — and we lived in large ones in Singapore. Landed. With Gardens. Some had a pool. 2-3 cars (running joke that there was always 1 being serviced or stuck in the workshop). No one visited. It was quiet. I learned from all the silent Masters inherent within the broadcasted works I had identified since I was little, and I learned to connect directly — My connection is and has been was entirely direct. Not the talkative people that were featured front and centre, whose names were all over the world; I connected with those who were there in works that did not speak. There’s only a small handful of people on this planet that know how I came about learning the visual/aural Language. Maybe they remember the name and appearance. And that’s why I’m confident that none of the people who made claims of knowing my family or that they have allegedly been a part of my life in Singapore, shaping my creativity and/or works, are telling the truth. Under them, everything was just “cavity”. Alone, I had Creavitity.

When I ask for Content Availability Format and Contracts, They cannot cancel my international flights and accommodation last minute on projects where my presence as Owner is absolutely vital, then register me as a different person to falsely report me as stealing when I’m forced to tap on that petty cash supply to fund my own travel/stay to those projects, while telling everyone I am just a fan or “can be anybody”. This is real life in the flesh, involving government ID and private data on official applications, with no anonymity afforded.

I’m in no way going back to anybody. I have divorced and left for good. As a rule, I never wait around for anyone, nor play around. I’ve tended to make decisions quickly and rarely think of them after I go. I’m too busy earnestly living, expanding my body of works, canvassing business and professional opportunities. Usually the problem I face is that people leak my details and/or get bitter at how fast I am to move on. They can’t insist that I have no choice and then refuse to let me leave.

Past studios:

422 Collins Street, Temple court Melbourne (from 2011)

22 Starlight Road, Singapore (from 2016)

I’m an extrovert and a leader, a generalist with potent specializations. It’s a bit strange to have to say this in this day and age, but since I’m a woman these qualities show up differently than if I had been born a man. My branch has included women leaders without any politics or fuss.

I am firmly Ignostic and a Freethinker. My works are based on a combination of personal observation and experience. I’m proud to have remained independent and neutral, choosing myself.

I’m divorced since 2024 with no children real or adopted. *Which means I have no relatives in Switzerland or Europe.* We dated for 2.5 years before they proposed so they absolutely knew what I was like — straight, female, serious about career, history of high-flying women powerbrokers throughout the ancestry with proven ROI across multiple time periods, sustained, each like a new first generation — significantly, we fixed the adminstration and could come back strong each time. It’s practically unheard of today, due to the global problem with dilutes and faltering codes. Same weight and look as when I got married, and when I was flying. I am careful about how I introduce people into my inner circles, especially when there are +1’s about, and I never budge even if I’m punished for it. I do not wish to be harassed while I’m travelling and concluding my business. I don’t appreciate intrusions on my private time, I’m paying my own way.

I neither give nor receive assistance and/or regular payouts. All funds I receive and pay out are purely released from funding which came in for my projects which would have my name on it. If I’m absent, it’s someone else’s project. I do no virtual appearances. At no time have I sold and/or given/leased out access to any of my previous online handles, and still have access to those emails. It would be dishonest if anyone were to misuse my private data in misleading way for others to use for claims, confer ownership that they lack, and so on.

There will always be a lot of suggestions on how you should look or feel, but I never listen to these. I look great, feel great, and am the same weight as when I first joined to fly. A little taller, as I’ve kept my back stretched out nicely since I looked up from my childhood encyclopaedias and decided to head out on my own adventures to discover all the hidden mysteries and wonders of the world, get to know things my way. For me, the rewards have been astounding. It’s like waking up each day with priceless new treasures, marvellously one of a kind.

At no time have I consented to donate, sell, and/or trade my position, assets, labour, time, likeness, Intellectual Property, Copyrights, and/or anything that would otherwise require my direct Informed Consent to be obtained. I have no appointed representatives. I’ve never agreed to any profiteering such as being on “rent”, I’m sure there are plenty of people who would agree to be on “rent”, or are involved in renting people to be part of their lives. I’ve never been one of these and have made it absolutely clear. Regardless of how that makes anyone feel, I have the right to informed Consent. What I give is real, and when I give it it’s the full. It’s really other people’s loss if they thought they were gaining by dishonestly treating it as otherwise.

I neither look nor sound like anyone related to Indonesia. They are English second/third language speakers/users. There’s a huge disparity in how we look and sound in speech, how we pronounce English words, and how we write. I sound distinctly Singaporean Chinese, and of these only a very small handful of us look or sound anywhere similar to me as English First Language users. Among my closed milieu, my radio voice quality and educated timbre (Cambridge UK) is unmistakable and one of a kind. My peers and former teachers can instantly recognize it without seeing me. Distinction in Cambridge C2 at the time I took the test puts me at Top 0.01% of all the world’s English users/speakers/writers. That firmly rules out any second etc language speakers — including those who sound like their First Language is something other than English, whether they look Asian, Caucasian or otherwise. This are important markers as proof of identity, of those who are capable of creating true to the root of the language and culture, not just someone who translates, repeats and/or builds upon someone else’s work. But the *original composer* of the material they are presenting.

I have a Singapore mobile phone number which has remained constant and connected. My local bank, accountants, and the Singapore governmental institutes, close friends and family all have this number plus my email address which works. All of them have an updated residential address. I have no base at the moment, I’m looking for one. I own no house in Europe. I’m purely being forced to come back to liaise with lawyers and authorities, field paperwork, get answers and so on, to resolve this administration. As I’m still being denied basic access to my own records, or even the right to file a first challenge on disputed information (cantonal authorities, individuals) in court as owed by ZGB Art. 42, I will need to escalate this to a member of parliament. Even if they are afraid of lawsuits, they have no right to deny me access to my own records and a solution which their law requires them to provide. I have a family background and CV which proves I am hardly the kind of person who would be profiteering from such things. My works are not about them.

There was no way to set up a studio in Switzerland as there was a hostile ranking authority who marks our pristine First World records for takedown and transfers us out/strips our property & reproductive rights before we even arrive in the country.

I’ve already obtained the divorce. They are still refusing to let me out of my marriage. My divorce lawyer was not a normal one: Ex-president of bar association, first woman.

There’s a diaspora ranking Asian causing us Singaporeans issues. He is confused about his identity. He is Korean, not Japanese. He tries to speak like a Japanese, but he is not one. Different culture, totally different looks, different views. He made it. But he is poisoning the well and has something against Singaporeans. It only looks like the Japanese did it, forced this administration like a repeat of 1942 Singapore, but this man is Korean. He has an accent. His Japanese speech and manners have an accent. And he does not look Japanese. Many Westerners can’t tell the difference. But I can. I processed employment applications and hired people at a Japanese company. Many staff were Korean. Korean are *not* Japanese.

I have no base at the moment. No room, no place. I saw the reports in the news. The Singapore government has just seized control of the late Mr. Lee’s former private freehold estate at 38 Oxley. They overrode his wishes along with any promises. 38 Oxley was their freehold private property belonging to their family, held in a holding company.

I’m looking for a base outside of Europe, Switzerland or SouthEast Asia. Again — I will never lower myself to sell my Art.

Regarding grading of my completed works, the fact that my works were published on a 10-year run as-is, end-to-end, word for word, musical note for note, following my directors’ notes to a T, with no edits or truncations, and with constant fresh tributes and references pouring out back to them across the highest global channels and organizations, evidences their value as one-of-a-kind. I composed the music, manuscripts and the full visuals with the direction. It wasn’t anyone else’s music. They’re my originals. There is no scale for it, there’s nothing else like it. The question is not whether new productions that claim my authorship have met the mark, it’s that none of these other works have been mine and it’s evident. The rest are clear-cut authorship forgeries and none meet the mark of authenticity, identifiable by experts fluent in the language and to an even greater quantifiable degree in future. They’re doing things that guarantee failure to pass or last.

I work from my own Consciousness to achieve my works. No substances. I have never gambled, nor used apps or gone to casinos for such things. There is simply no appeal. My brain is wired for zero addiction. That means I let go of things easily. So if you see me being stuck on something for years after I’ve decided to leave, it’s because there’s something being done at the administration level that refuses to let me leave and requires me to keep coming back to instruct them to let go of me. And I’m very good at instructing, it was part of my career in top establishments and Nation-wide workshops with proven results. Where most people are firmly shut off from their intuition and can only look for external evidence, speaking of these things as if they only happen outside of themselves or as something that’s dead and unknowable, I also produce it and as primary Source. I easily do both, beaming through the oceans of information as and when I need to. If you can only look outside of yourself and are not able to produce from your own Source, you’re only operating at less than half your capacity.

I run my own company with no one above me. Neither I nor my company answers to anybody. I provide no services. I’m a Standalone. My works are neither for or about anybody in particular. I speak for no one. Likewise, no one would mistake me as a paid-for-hire or the kind of person who works “by the hour”, unless I’m improperly introduced and there is something else overriding my directives, it’s obvious to anyone who meets me.

My material is unusable without me. In the latest material in the hijacked operation their symbols now sound like cymbals, with an accent. Like ‘incredibad’ minority busking outside my door, who think they’re doing a really good job abusing top-billed special fx for something that ends up looking stiffer than surgically inserted softballs and flop worse than the members of full-blooded execs who had to see that through. Anyone can be a hooligan, but hardly just anyone can rule in a suit. Seems like they stopped being able to claw out my funding.

I have just submitted the 2024 returns on end July 2026. The only reason I have been prevented from submitting my 2025 returns in Singapore is because they have purposely withheld vital documents from me. They purposely print something other than my legal name on official government correspondence,*different from my official exit letter*, with a deliberately wrong postcode, to deny me access to my own documents, which means I have to return to sender and keep physically flying over to fix their administration just because they refuse me a simple automated thing that any halfwit can do in 10 minutes. The Swiss side are now effectively refusing to let me out of my former marriage despite the pretura granting me the divorce, and I have the administrative proof. I have already left this administration since 2024 but they refuse to let me go. I’m being forced to work on this. Logistically, this has led to my belongings effectively being still stuck in Switzerland even when I moved them to a state with a different jurisdiction to send the clear message that I am not returning to my ex. There has been absolutely no indecision on my part. They just had one interest and that was to get a hold of my funds, approved my application but wouldn’t give me the legal status in the country, wouldn’t release my own funds to me and now refuse to let me go. They want to arrange it so it looks like I agreed to be on standby, as if I’m the one who can’t decide if I want to leave. My administrative paperwork paints a different picture especially when I also produce my marriage certificate. I’ve just received proof from my Swiss lawyer last month that I am still married, they are refusing to let me out of the marriage even though their pretura granted me my divorce and I paid in full for it. It’s absolutely clear that I’ve had to come back to Europe purely to remove this administration and that I have been denied, hence a need to see a Government Minister in Singapore now. This kind of administration is something Singapore resolved 60 years ago. They can’t purposely force it on me to pretend I’m the one who’s ancient when I hold the world’s number 1 passport and am born into a pioneer generation Singaporean family — on my passport, my name has never changed. That alone evidences my choice, and how far they went to refuse that choice to deny me the divorce and stop me from leaving. I paid in full for the divorce and it was granted by their courts. I am one person. The problem has hardly been about them failing to understand (allegedly) who I am (they know. They spent 2.5 years courting me in Singapore), how to spell my name (Singapore passport name never changed), what my choice is (divorce paid for and granted, Singapore passport name never changed). They did this while I was needing all my resources to birth my creations (not physical children), a process I was unable to complete due to the actions of the problematic Swiss ranking officer/authority.

The problem is that these people have a problem. They won’t tell me what their problem is. But they want to make it my problem.

There is somebody there in ranks of Swiss authority who’s deliberately singling out and hurting Singaporeans in an irrational and crazed way, aiming to cause permanent damage to our records at the level of government, without ever having spoken to nor met any of us in person. Possibly an Asian duo and/or dilute.

I went as far as Geneva to find and hire a Swiss Civil Rights and Taxation lawyer who would fully understand what it means in tax authority terms, since this was tied to my one unique Singaporean identifier and a different person had been registered to my application even before I arrived in Switzerland. I was forced to spend almost 6 figures of my own savings from gainful earnings just to fly back and forth, fund my own independent stays and find lawyers because no one can allegedly take a simple instruction that works anywhere else in the modern First World, unless I hire a Swiss lawyer. But on this latest trip, I understand now that the problem is not that they don’t understand my instructions. I realized there is an order from a Swiss ranking higher up to violate their SOP, I’m being purposely denied. ZGB Art. 42 allows court filing on disputed information for individuals with special interest and cantonal authorities — Yet no Swiss lawyer will proceed to file any motion in court. This is illegal. It means I have to see a Singapore government Minister. I found out all the items of law myself, as I wrote several court appeals for my family at age 14 which succeeded in getting us through. There is a standing order blocking my . Someone is using their rank to purposely destroy my approved application as a Singaporean with intent to force me to bow to them. Since the name started changing, MFA of Singapore said they cannot tell a foreign government how to record our names. However, a foreign government is about to tell Singapore how to record our citizens’ names on our database.

I was born at Gleneagles private Hospital in Singapore in the 80’s, travelled around the world on my own dime and was savvy enough to be a Pathfinder of Pathfinders. I’ve lived in countries like Australia. There I provided information like work rights and superannuation choice for those I hired, occasionally easily spoke with immigration, so I absolutely know how easy it is to get done. It’s basically impossible to get it wrong in a First World country unless you were given wrong information or there’s some kind of standing order(s) to block you, you just ring someone up and talk to them, send them a couple of lines of email. Easy. Since it’s my forte, having been a Fortune 500 exec, then Hostess (with the Mostess) and Manager after I left the managerial side of the modelling industry, I’ve always found people generally easy to get along with and got around effortlessly.

The only time it’s not easy, is if you’re dealing with people who have rank but aren’t socially adept. It would usually be just one problematic person in charge with official authority such as in government, who orders others to block your way and violate SOP to mishandle your private data on official government databases and application forms. But that happens to be against the law. Those in Switzerland can’t say no to this authority either, because they’re a ranking officer and those are direct orders. There’s no way for anyone to report them. That’s how you know it’s serious, and not a joke or normal competition between top teams. That ranking officer wouldn’t even need to be good or meet KPI, they just have to order from the top and make you fail. That’s why they laugh at the idea of you being there because of ability, competence and popularity. To them it’s just rank.

That Swiss ranking authority registered me as a different person before I even stepped foot in Switzerland, while I was waiting in Singapore for the official invitation. They had just used whatever I had sent from the Swiss Embassy and used the sensitive documents included in my approved Swiss application to arrange the unofficial application transfer, before I had even arrived. There is no way I could have consented to this. They have to register me in person.

Many people at present mistake the problem as being easy. But it in fact represents and embodies the Developed World’s presently most complex problem that still remains as-yet unsolved/unresolved. It requires being seated with infrastructural Ownership privileges — to already have my own exclusive seat — to even survive the journey being ferried on return as I have.

I have no children real or adopted. At no time have I consented to signing on to take the responsibility of taking care of others’ projects and/or children, and/or have others take care of my projects/Material for me. I have never signed away my rights at any time. I have signed no power of attorney, nor agreement. I have no representatives, and represent none other except myself and the company which I own.

They’re using the media to spread lies that cheap housing in Europe is a norm, when it’s just a few put out on the market as a gimmick to stop people from realizing what’s going on and talking to their homeland reps. Just make friends with Europeans, you’ll know they absolutely do not pay €1 for housing and can tell you about which areas to avoid where there are known cases of other Europeans and foreigners being lured in to have military force used to strip us of our status and wealth, ala proactive communism or residual military junta. As a Singaporean you pay more to settle in Switzerland than average, because you pump in extra for lack of infrastructure and support — they’re really only configured to provide for Asians of unstable 3rd world countries who are happy with being paid $300-$600 a month, not successful First World Asians who are high net worth or used to drawing anywhere from $50k to 6 or 7 figures a year or more from sheer skill and good governance. That’s why we look like a myth or legend when we walk into a First World establishment with our CVs. They laugh in disbelief — that’s the usual reaction to my CV and on-ground results. Fortunately I’ve met those who really appreciate it, because someone of this skill and range coming along and joining your top team just elevates everyone. They understand it gets better for everyone because we’re so far and few in between.

The ones who run the show in Switzerland of recent times can’t force another culture on me that is neither Singaporean nor Swiss. I’m a civilian. They’re promoting few real leaders into power these days because of the times, everything is political rather than from good governance, it’s either from quota or we are used to add to a man and not because it’s truly from something our respective community really believes in or has proven it thrives on. That’s why real leaders never lose our support on ground, people are waiting for us to be rid of these (quite frankly) idiots about who give ranking orders and put everyone in a situation no one can say no to or get out of. This, along with my family profile and history especially in an Asian family, is inimitable, and in the time period that we’re talking about. Authenticity can be discerned from whether or not your purported trademarked concept is from something your core community has proven to possess, whether it really came from you.

Even if anyone were to purposely misregister me as having no history or being from a different community, a different name or even parents perhaps, nothing changes me. However it needs to be resolved.

Due to increased International attention following global exposure of my completed works in recent years, I’ve had to put some things in play to protect my circles from harassment and misinformation by a few bad leaders who have been trying to change us into something we’re not to stop any of us from being recognized. I’ve also been busy guarding my own plans from disruptions/interferences, and finding a new base.

At present I’m dealing with a pressing identity theft issue. I’ve discovered that other people are being mistaken as me both professionally and personally, because people have been told that they are me. They have been introduced into projects or dealings, as me. *The people behind this legitimised it with official administration*, due to getting green-lighted by a bad leader somewhere who holds rank. That’s why there’s this ridiculously bad busking at my doorstep. This Swiss Authority is refusing to let me out of the marriage and simply continue my life even though I got the divorce — Even though their courts approved it. There’s no excuse that allegedly I were some kind of profiteer after damages, when I’m from a good family and they have no reason to refuse to release me. In no way do they own me nor my private citizen records and data, it’s clearly stated in their own laws. I divorced in 2024. It’s now 01 Aug 2026. Yesterday I went down in person to see the Swiss tax authorities and reported the identity theft while submitting my documents for my 2024 return. I was forced to keep flying back to Europe to fix this and paid highly decorated Swiss lawyers and accountants, but no one across any state could fix it when it’s all supposed to be a totally normal procedure to be released back to an advanced First World country, and it’s impossible for this to be the norm. It’s one leader who’s blocking them. I know it literally takes 10 minutes on a lazy day, I used to work corporate @ Fortune 500 and canvas applications/documentation for high net worth. I’m certified to use MYOB, I told these people I’m also trained as an accountant (not just an artist or heiress). Nothing about it is “normal”. It’s literally two entries in two years, move mouse and click button, submit, finish. The software does the whole thing for you. There’s nothing to “de-duplicate” and no errant decimal points to hunt down. No one could touch this. Not even Ernst & Young in Singapore back home. I also reported my Singapore passport as stolen to Singapore Authorities, to report the identity theft. I’m an individual, I’m just one woman, and I’m on my own dime. I’m paying for this, when it’s me who is owed — owed both a return of what I already had that was wrongly taken from me, and a payout on top of that which was already due to be paid out to me. I’m fighting alone. I’m in no way being helped by anyone visible.

I need to get a hold of my younger sister who is still in Melbourne, whose access to courts is more current. My last shot at appeals court was in the 90’s when I was 14 years old (around the time I took Cambridge C2 and got a Distinction), it succeeded and we were granted a hearing but things would’ve changed since then. I may not be able to talk to the required Singapore Senior Minister directly. The only top ranked Minister who has always helped our family was suddenly transferred to a far corner of Singapore (Chinese Indian lady). I need to reach her.

There is a couple who have been presenting my Complete Material without declaring me as their Source. As my Complete Material is tailored to fit me and my personal specifications, and are my originals by design, the alignments are all off and flops on someone else, their fertility is visibly inadequate to fill it out and if they try they just end up looking large but ill-defined.

On my train ride back to Frankfurt today (5 Aug) there was a homeless Caucasian man posing next to my luggage onboard the train, and an African man booked in the seat next to mine, with a big group. EC150 Carriage 10, 1st class direct. Some of them are from subcontinental India, from their accent and lingo. One of them was taking pictures, I blocked my face in case but am posting here in case someone sees anything being misrepresented anywhere later and wants to fact check. I sat elsewhere and spoke to no one. I pointed wordlessly at the power outlet when one asked but ignored chit chat, I’m sending some make-or-break important emails and the carriage is specifically marked as a business zone. I am travelling solo and unaccompanied from my entire trip to resolve the administration on my own dime.

My Authored works are such that they all can all be linked back to me. It’s designed so that you’d be unable to use it, remove or change a thread without unravelling the whole composition. It makes no matter if someone were to transfer my completed material into a book and use it, put it in someone else’s museum claiming it’s allegedly impossible to verify or find the real author. I composed them from my own lived experienced set in events that are unrepeatable and inimitable. My family and background in that specific timeframe is also equally inimitable. They all lead back to me.

AI was yet to be invented in the time I took my photos. I stopped taking/sharing photos before the time AI was launched as I’d predicted the advent of this technology from my life threads and your core trajectories.

I’ve never had a disability, mood disorder or chronic illness. My work ethics are in line with elites of the Highest Order. I’m highly distinct and stand out in appearance, performance and sheer results when I’m allowed to take my position, with a radio voice that can be recognized even at normal volume from the next room before peers see me. No one would mistake me as an employee or someone who works “by the hour”. If there were such problems with alleged “absenteeism”, I submit that the misinformation is coming from someone who is trying to make sure of it. It’s never been in my culture to submit or bow down to anyone. I was already a full-fledged professional by the time I arrived in Switzerland and was at no time a student, intern or technical/ wage worker. It would be inaccurate to say I am an employee without mentioning I am also the Owner. And again, it has to be said — there’s no holding me to responsibilities if I’m not even given the position, status or access. My term never even began, the ship never set sail and was completely hijacked at the government administrative level due to a false order from the top. How is any private individual citizen honestly supposed to go up against a ranking officer in government who’s illegally ordering these things?

I am a fair-skinned Singaporean Chinese, like all of my blood relatives. None of us become dark nor tan under the sun. I’m known as being from a prestigious family. My ex-husband is German Caucasian. He tans much more than me. Yet everyone in Switzerland instantly knows he is light-skinned and German. It’s the same with me in Asia. There’s instant recognition of this prestige. No one else looks nor sounds like anyone from our closed circles. In these circles, everyone knows everyone. These affluent families would know me as Mdm. Lam’s Eldest daughter. If you suggest a Filipino, Indonesian or someone from Myanmar or Thailand could be mistaken for me, or describe me as unstable, they would think you’re ill-informed or talking about someone else, are uncultured or not from a good family — no matter what you claim or wear, are an outsider and failed to earn the privilege of being introduced into the circles (which requires that someone like myself brings you in as you are unlikely to see or meet us in public), or worse — you have bad intentions towards us. That last one makes sure the door stays shut and we have a long memory.

Like my ex-husband’s side, we generally do not marry out.

I understand the issue surrounding my circumstances and arrangement in Switzerland, being made to look like the opposite of what I am, has to do with the fact that somebody behind it has been incredibly ill-intended and unable to take it up with me in the spirit of living in a true First World democracy.

If I decide against introducing someone into my inner circles, it is for good reason. This retaliation of disfiguring me for declining to do so, is telling. To quote from analogies more familiar to these groups: this Leader in question was carefully instructed to speak to the Rock to bring out water, but the crowd was complaining. Out of impatience to let the ‘goodies’ flow as after a long wait, the Leader began treating the people badly and hit the Rock with his staff in a show of physical violence, registering Two Knocks. And they did get the resources to flow, but there is a higher requirement for leaders such as they — in this case, in the First World. As a result, the path to leading their people into stayed closed. No one will show them the way.

As a result, he was allowed to see the Promised Land from afar, of which they were given plenty of descriptions, but unable to Lead his community into it.

That’s their analogy.

It’s illegal to order military force and/or intervention on respectable Civilians who are just conducting their normal lives. This would be one ranking officer in government responsible for issuing the orders on me.

I got the divorce in 2024. I submitted the 2024 tax documents on Friday.

They are not letting me out from the marriage.

I will see a govt Minister.

What I’ve been shown might be accepted by a Filipina whose community has led her to believe she has no options, but someone like me with a family tradition of women in grassroots leadership who are the top in their fields can do better for myself. I’m hardly the sort that would be mistaken as someone who gets paid “by the hour”, anyone who insists are doing so with ill intent. I have a bright future, and my works are one-of-a kind. If people want to hurt you, they’ll always find a way. However being who I am, I always find my way! No matter what, I remain the light-hearted soul that I’ve always been. I did the workings, and set some things in motion/place. I will get my bearings right in the Art World and find my way to publish my own works as the original Author and Standalone even if people won’t help me or show me a way. Even if they falsely make it look like I’m going back to them, when I say I want to find my balance they pretend I mean working as a waitress balancing trays and asking them to pay restaurant bills while wishing to be in Art — when I’m former Fortune 500 stock and MoE-certified instructor/corporate trainer with experience in team leadership while my works are already published in high places in the Art world for more than a 10-year run and are highly celebrated, or they do bad things to my registration just because they refuse to recognize my True Name and Ownership of those works they already published or let me continue as that Author. I’m an MoE-verified instructor with top track record in team leadership. Others may take time to understand, because you need to have experience as the Boss/Employer arranging this for other people, which includes emailing/calling immigration and tax/superannuation authorities to fix problems, get information and file cases for your own employees from 3rd countries which I used to do in Australia. Also, I’m a biological woman. There’s no sense in purposely registering me as a man just to say I’m not the person, as if they wished to remotely change my Singapore birth certificate and dating history. They wish.

The main problem now is that they are using a completely normal routine and unrelated procedure of filing for my release after I paid for my divorce, to register me as still being married to my ex-husband even after I have obtained a divorce. I divorce my ex-husband, and then I am registered as going back to him. That is the implication of what I have just described above. This is against my consent and against my culture. They can’t force a Filipino’s culture on me. I have no such relation and denounce such backwards and barbaric practices being deliberately and ignorantly forced on me that are neither Singaporean nor Swiss. I am not going back to my ex-husband, I’ve been paying through my nose just to leave. These legal “experts” pretend not to understand the brief. It takes 10 minutes to send a email and make a phone call, the rest takes 5 minutes to legislate because everything is standard and approved.

What was done with the administration — forcing me to use those deliberately wrong names repeatedly on documents that everyone is required to submit to conduct a normal life — affected me deeply. It visible at the deepest consciousness levels. My dreams started flowing backwards, affecting my Creative output. I have it on record. It only just started flowing when my name was returned to me. But because they deliberately misregistered me as a man I need to take body scans. There is no need for doctors to fix this situation. There is need for good governance and enforcement of existing laws, which are being intentionally and arbitrarily denied by 1-2 bad leaders who are not doing the right thing and are issuing such overriding orders.

I’m a Pathfinder of Pathfinders, and a Master Creative. It’s proven. I have a great deal more to do. And soon I’ll be ready again to take on the globe! 🗺️ ✨🛸

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They can try to bend us, break us, leaving nothing but our inner soul. But as the People who Rule this world, we will always find our Way. And soon, we will be Found.

Projects to be announced here in due course, omnia suo tempore. And that one’s of the Cambridge (UK) alignments. We can have nice things, right?

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