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Ms. Yeo Yawen (Meryl)

Styled as Ms. Meryl Yeo Yawen.

No middle name.

Previously registered by Swiss Authorities as:
Ms. Yawen Schindhelm née Yeo

A purveyor of

Elegant punchy prose in

Literary, visual, musical compositions (All originals).

No representatives. I neither represent nor endorse any other. Firmly independent.

Singaporean Chinese

I’m born in the First World Country Singapore, neither my mother nor I have ever lived in poor/unstable Third world countries. My maternal grandmother and grandfather were both pioneer generation Singaporean Chinese, my mother was born in Singapore in the Merdeka era months from Pioneer generation. My father was a naturalized pioneer-generation Singaporean Chinese. None of us would be mistaken as non-Singaporean, except by outsiders.

Born female at Gleneagles Hospital Singapore in the early 80’s. Ignostic Freethinker.
Nanyang Girls’ High 1996 top entrant for AEP (Gifted Arts programme, Singapore, Chinese Girls’ school),
RMIT Fashion (Melbourne), dropped out and finished in Business/Accounting.
No US links. Never stayed/studied there.

My focus is entirely on my literary works and orchestrating, preparing my works into the future, as opposed to what people think of today where a high-profile woman in Art has to be an actress or some sort of social media star, presenting herself like the canvas front and centre. This is my answer, same as always before : No, thank you. I am C-Level. Not a “social media star”. At present, there are some obstacles which I’m in the process of clearing so that I can claim authorship and showcase/talk about my works themselves, also needs to be done before I can pick up where I left off and continue producing — firstly I am misgendered as a man by the Swiss government (last host country) and therefore forensically the teams are all looking for a man (Mr.) and when I show up I’m a woman (Ms.) CEO while My former husband’s initials are MS. So that misregistration needs to be corrected. Secondly, being registered as a man affects my ability to inherit and be paid my royalties, and if left unchanged also permanently removes all my future children’s right to inherit or earn royalties. The women in my family have had full property and inheritance rights since my great grandmother’s time, under the salutation “Ms.”. As an added detail, we happen to love our women, so footbinding has never applied to us. We just said no and had the clout to fend off the negative nannies of the day. Turns out some things in time just don’t change.

I have no residence abroad at all. I’m in no way renting abroad to cut costs, the countries I go to are all in the First World purely to dissolve this administration that keeps me artificially bound. As a woman I have been made to spend far more abroad on my stays since 2023/2024 than I would in Singapore due to visa restrictions and combined legal, accommodation and international travel costs. I have my card statement which proves this, it’s easy to probe into it since the card and account exactly match my legal name and official registered Singapore residential address. The amount I’ve paid for Swiss lawyers’ fees alone and to travel to their offices to hire them and progress the case alone is easily 4k CHF a month (there’s trouble getting them to answer to you or advance the case unless you show up in person), all to challenge the Swiss administration to no avail and just to release myself — it’s the only reason I was even there for that long, so many times, and spending so much for nothing in return. There was zero time for exploration or tourism because the conditions were arranged like an emergency, many things deliberately last minute, causing stalling and drops in lift. In Singapore with my own funds as a business owner, and if I had been properly released from this Swiss registration, all my time would’ve already been to myself and I would be putting it towards my business and next volumes of works. In Europe I have had absolutely no time to myself as I’m kept fully occupied with legal and travel just working to release myself, 16 hours a day for months at a time hammering out letters and instructions, making national and international calls non-stop and to no avail. There’s no time for anything else at all, because fixing the Swiss misregistration of me as a man involves a very easy SOP (standard operating procedure) that can be initiated from a first point of contact government staffer in 10 minutes. The problem is I just have no access to my own record because they say since I’m a Ms., it’s not me because it was registered as a Mr. and apparently the issue is caused by this having never been corrected although promised by officials at every step with my precise enquiries and close supervision. They simply never had to log me as having made a single official enquiry at any desk or call centre contact — instead they just unfairly acted like I were just a brood mare making a din, who would end up as glue anyway. As a former frontend centre operator at several global & regional Fortune 500’s (telco, big tech, banking), including Starhub, Sun Microsystems (AU/NZ HQ in Singapore), ABN AMRO and American Express, with a track record of service compliments and one ABCD award (action beyond call of duty), I do know what I’m talking about and I would never say this lightly. It means they see something on their system that arbitrarily and non-factually marks me as worthless, regardless of what I have factually consented to, what I say or sound like.

What was done to me administratively in Switzerland to try and artificially put me at the bottom when I was already at the very top and so has my family for generations before they came along, I will fight it to the very end. Just because they say so, hardly means it will be true. Just because they claim I’m different to what I really am and never said no, changes nothing about the fact they simply have no guts or ability to rebut me — a Living, breathing woman with full First World property rights in a civilized world. I, via my family, have enjoyed a long standing tradition of women par excellence who were highly respected leaders and high-achieving mavericks since my great grandmother’s time, in an equal balance of top intellectual and physical prowess. All had property rights, none of the women in our family have ever had our feet broken because we love our women and children. It’s too bad if some cultures don’t love women and children, but that’s their culture not mine. In our culture our women were never abused, but held in high esteem and given full rights, in dual income households. People naturally want to see us succeed. Just because they registered me to look like a refugee who just arrived with no history, and make it seem like I were a regular immigrant story of downtrodden women suddenly making it for the first time because of the great annals of a new nation and their plan, hardly makes it true for me. We were successful and wealthy for generations before even arriving in Singapore, and were never beggars nor servants — we have plenty of witnesses alive who attest to this, including articles in the local news. Each generation produced fine individuals who were at the cutting edge and often the first in our respective fields — no quota, no politics.

I’m working on the letter now.

I will intellectually fight them to the very end on their wrongful Swiss registration of me as Mr. Yeo Yawen. They will have no such pleasure of seeing me bow, they will have no such pleasure of seeing me beg. That is not my name, I have never bowed. I will fight them on this to the very end, for myself. Because I owe it to myself, as someone with a proven family history of excellence in women since my great grandmother’s time.

Even if there’s no way to find guys left with capability, I have capability. Even if they tend to become emotionally compromised, I can hold it together for myself, I have the ‘bandwidth’, while still being capable of motherly nurture and empathy without sacrifice or charity. No need to believe me. I’m still this person regardless of others’ uneducated opinion. Even if people from other generations give up, I will never give up. I will fight this as an intellectual, and to the very end. I’ve had friends. A 94-year old pioneer generation man understood 8-9 years ago and was pleased to see me set up my studio, he’s probably not around anymore. There were more friends who are wise and aware. Nevermind I’m a woman. I can stand and fight the intellectual’s way, for myself. I’ve never been the sort to wait around for anyone. Why would I change now, just because someone said so. I will never give up. But these Swiss Authorities have to correct their mistake as promised and restore my status and name. I only have one name and sex that have never changed. They can’t forcibly take everyone down based on their subjective interpretation of fact, when we’re all already on our way in our vehicle. There is only one factual truth of the matter and that it I’m one person, born a woman.

I’m at present refused access to my own records and to challenge the state for corrections by a misgendered government registration, which the Swiss claimed was a simple administrative error that would be corrected with no consequences. They never did so, on both counts. I am challenging this now.

In Switzerland, I was in a straight marriage the whole time. But everytime I showed up, visited doctors for regular medicals or hired finance or legal professionals, everyone assumed I was in a lavender marriage — by definition, this refers to a phoney straight marriage between a man and a woman used as a cover, where in my case the implication of such an arrangement is that I (the wife) would have a female partner and live outside, while the man is assumed to have his own partner. On the other hand, I discovered my approved individual application for marriage was also unofficially transferred to a joint application with an unknown racial minority that issues me a permit like I were my own daughter from a mixed marriage, and since it was impossible to enquire upon my own records due to the access issue, there was no way to know why some Authorities were so offended when they had never even met me and acted like I were doing something amoral or perverted. Whenever I showed up in public for appearances, people would ask me where’s my partner. It was only possible to find out what was going on after they had processed me for leaving and when the doors closed, and when I probed into the queue I was just released from examining the next people who were coming out of that queue. They were all real Lesbian women, Causasians, who had had amicable divorces with minority (brown) women, and none of them were familiar with the concept of lavender marriages, they had simply been directly married to their female minority race partner and processed normally for gay marriage between two women. I was the only exception, as though there were huge bugs in the system that had me come through this way. My amicable divorce was from my straight male ex-husband, with me being a straight female. These real lesbian ladies were at first be a bit annoyed at having to talk to an obviously straight woman, realizing quite quickly that I wasn’t one of them, but fortunately they were patient and let me clean up enough to communicate clearly (I kept rehashing my content on this website because I wanted to be clearer, it was like my brain had come out of a heavy fog) — they seemed to have figured that I had been drugged for a period and had observed from distance as it apparently took some time for it to clear out of my system. I have no experience with prolonged contact with drugs or substances nor this concept of being treated as “AI” since I’m Singaporean, therefore I had no awareness of such things happening nor of the concept that it would be remotely possible that I could show up and no one would see me as myself, as I usually am with my track record and CV (since I really am the best in what I do, have been a host at 3-hatted establishments and professional circles that require a high level of social competence, cultured manner and empathy beyond normal social environments, which seldom if not never let Asians in. The circles that welcomed me were proudly Anglo and have little tolerance for people with low self-esteem/poor presentation, weak individualism and/or inauthenticity, slow responses, who are trying to be something they’re not. And I accomplished this as if there were no barriers, no existing assumption that only men have the capability. The CV doesn’t lie, and if the longstanding immigrant Chinese communities felt it made their Joy Luck Club stories look like a joke they can always learn to be happy for someone and accept that someone else who did the work got there first and that just means more is available to them to succeed in new frontiers, it’s not as through their circular stories of oppression are suddenly devoid of value just because I showed up already having benefited from good governance which expunged those barriers by my grandmother’s time, and I also earned my place in the First World where I experienced being welcomed and doors opening because people simply decided I’m the type of person they like to see, or have on their team — you’re never successful alone, people open doors for you. It’s meritocracy), except a few times when I had been unable to hire lawyers or file police reports even when I dragged my then-husband down to the station informing them I was only married to him during the reporting process (they declined to lodge a report). It was others with experience who picked that I had been drugged because they observed me (from my time of exit) become markedly clear and alert in my communication as time went by to 2026, observed my return to natural rhythm and activity which serves as a startling contrast.

I’ve never had a lesbian partner. I’ve only previously worked alongside LGBTQ+ in Australia, on their turf, who welcomed me and asked no questions about why I wanted a clean dignified job that let me respect myself and pursue my dreams — unlike elsewhere. They clued me up, were patient and showed how to be tough yet empathic and lovely. Those were best times. The Aussie gay community helped me live a dignified life and regularly tipped me off about social dangers, I returned the favour. But everyone knew I’m straight (and like it that way) and were fine. And the trans people were the absolute most amazing souls you could meet, it was humbling, they were so conscious about taking up space or not imposing which makes it hard to say hi if you’re busy. When I had 3 successive mentions as Meryl Yeo in major Australian newspapers & community rag, the articles reported me as a natural woman, and part of the reason for my results and success was because I impressed both male and female members of the gay community when they came and I rolled out the red carpet and made sure they had a table “at the centre of everything” and announced my rules, in short, we were going to have a good time. And that was it, they were hooting the whole night in the restaurant and the owner asked me “Meryl what did you say to them, they keep calling your name, so many times”. How do you explain the ability to make a person feel seen and special but only in good ways, except, just get to know people. But of course, you have to have it for yourself before you can share it with others. On that note, how can I continue and continue to give, if I myself am forcibly and artificially made to become invisible and voiceless and unable to receive? That means I must be released from the Swiss administration’s registration of me as a biological man, which effectively removes my priority high status, my existing reproductive and property rights, my legal rights and my original ability to show up and be counted at all including being able to make a living and inherit/ receive royalties for my own gainful works. And it means I’m unable to hire a lawyer, or say my works belong to me or even prove that I’m the person and a woman, because people who piece together my global database records are looking for someone who was born a man. Their entry pre-dates my Singapore birth certificate across all the global human population database servers. It also carries over to affect all my future children if unresolved. But if anyone’s telling me that only gay or trans people know how to love each other, I think something’s wrong with them. In my culture and community, men and women love each other, none of the women up my family tree have ever had our feet bound or broken, we were always in highly esteemed positions and leadership with official status and full property/reproductive rights. They can’t force a different culture on me.

As I have extensive experience living in Developed international communities and of how things work in the First World for locals and foreigners, I noticed the stark difference in Switzerland (and continued upon my return to Singapore) where I often felt as though I was being subjected to undeclared psychological testing by medical doctors, and treated as though I were merely Artificial Intelligence (AI) even though I’m a real person. I would steer the conversation back to something more appropriate for the, but there was absolute insistence from them that things could only be one way. As if the “illness” were self-esteem itself, declining to be an activist and dodging the pigeonholes, feeling like the world is actually quite okay, you can say yes to some, say no to others, make agreements freely — and actually it works, because turns out people actually enjoy seeing you able to think for yourself and wanting to continue on your own plans, being hopeful and full of creativity and zest for life. It were like sentience and critical thinking themselves were seen as the crimes here, and I were being investigated for it at my expense, just because 1 or 2 people in charge somewhere (whom I wonder why are allowed in the first world at all if they’re so against the spirit and values) said so and told everyone this is the way to relate to the world.

I suppose I’m expected to accept this looped state of being in the black & white film era where I’m forced to accept this lot in life where I’m forever needing to counter Western media & journalists and address issues that deserve good answers, challenging typical Western points of view and assumptions regarding the East, Western East and Eastern West, on the basis of redefining terms with precision, calling them out on their typical traps — practical, firm, unwavering, penetrative First World dialogue. Yes, I certainly can do this, but we’re so far advanced in the dialogue that when any competent person sits with me at the negotiation table prior to this artificial arrangement, we’re starting from the point where most of such things have already been resolved, it has allowed me to create works that are Universally relateable and which lets me stand up tall if they would undo this Swiss administration of registering me as a Mr. and see the results of the works and groundwork that I have already laid out just because someone who doesn’t want to wait their turn wants to stop me from taking my place as these results were rolled out from the highest spheres to welcome me as I ascend. I should hardly accept being arranged to be deliberately artificially dragged back to some primitive state as if this were who I am and I can never advance. All these problem were done and dusted, overcome in our first Prime Minister’s era. The administrative problem of being registered with multiple names, as Mr. Vs Ms. were. And these people who have done this cannot pretend that I don’t know what I have, that I were just “lucky” and we should have that taken from us and become as some broken country in the region just because they said so. The lage Mr. Lee already said in one of his final interviews, we have to fight for what we have otherwise we’ll slide back to the state of some regional neighbour.

I do Creative imaginative works in a uniquely modern Eastern frame of thinking, which is allegedly impossible to find in an Asian, who should only know how to take instruction or otherwise follow. Did I mention I express these through my original Art & Literature? :) I compose these often with music. I have my ways of transcending most narratives, but someone in Authority made it their business to hogtie me down administratively and behind my back. They dislike the fact that I never seem short of saavy counter arguments that nullify their politics/marketing, leaving them without a way to rebut. They have an unspoken issue when they think a woman “like me” is in charge and daring to instruct — they knew I would never accept so they registered me as a man (Mr. Yeo) even before I arrived in Switzerland. My approved individual application was intercepted. They can’t make me bow, so they try and bend my record!

I refuse to accept this as my lot in life, if they believe I will nor have accepted it these people are sorely mistaken and ignorant to the core. I am more than this. I have already been more than this. I have already achieved more than this. I will never beg. I will never lower myself to sell my Art. I will never bend, nor break — that is not my name. I refuse to accept. I denounce this forced, farcical arrangement by these few perpetrators that wants to them as unbecoming for. It seems there are such deeply unqualified people they should step aside and let someone else lead.

This has been

I’ve never donated my works to charity. I’m owed royalties for the use of my complete works and volumes over 10 years and counting. They cannot force me to donate my works by registering me as a man, just because they dislike the fact that I give good answers to Western media and points of view, and think Eastern men are all blind and would not be able to tell the difference nor know how to back a woman. My works were published in the highest global channels, and received awards of the highest order.

I certainly refuse to accept this rubbish as my lot in life, and will challenge and fight against it to the very end.

Distinction Cambridge C2 at age 14, Nanyang Girls’ High school debate champion (team), English theatre.

Previous studios at:

422 Collins Street, Temple court Melbourne (from 2011)

22 Starlight Road, Singapore (2016-2018)

I’ve neither been an actress nor an entertainer or “companion”. This has never been my desired nor chosen profession/trade. I’ve consistently declined and ducked out of those “queues” if they tried to line me up for it, in the most elegant ways possible in our culture. I was almost never without a steady boyfriend but moved on in max 6 months if the dating phase seemed indefinite after discussions, some took issue with this but were unable to find fault since I stated I was after something serious matching my career ambitions. I am an original Creator. It’s true I’ve been a Host at 3-Hatted and Semi-Fine Restaurants — but in the latter this role is often taken on by the Owner of the establishment who wants to gatekeep and check out who’s coming to their restaurant, and I’m assumed to be that Owner. That should put things in perspective. I look like the person who Owns the Establishment or project, the main or major shareholder. At others’ events, people assume I’m friends with the owner. But that’s why I know if/when I’ve been improperly introduced (I was really upset that I was made to wear the Zara jacket and thrust in front of the industrialists, big tacky sequins, indecisive skirt hemline, nonsense shoes, I looked like a clown). I’m no politician, I just have good projects, if you’re good at what you do you make connections, if you do well you get to better projects, better teams, and if they’ve really enjoyed what you do and there’s no inflated nonsense about being a woman with the lady parts or other trendy mistakes, then you get to go to better parties, that’s all. It’s no guarantee of anything, except a chance to be in a space where mutually meaningful things could happen, perchance to get what you need to live a decent life too. People are hardly stupid, they know nothing is done for free. The rest is up to what you can negotiate and/or are ready for, who and what is ready too, see what works.

I come from a long line of high-achieving women Freeholders since at least my Great Grandmother’s time, who were among the highest education women in their region, the absolute top generalists of their generations with specialties that no one else had, naturally chosen as the preferred leaders by their respective communities. We were stateswomen or business owners with full property and inheritance rights, but my family retired from politics since my grandmother’s time. I’m Independent, achieved my successes independently of the system(s) in practical ways made available to every person who will work for it in the First World per True Blue Meritocracy, and have never worked for any Government. I’ve had nothing to do with Indonesia, I certainly am the opposite of their chosen setup and economic decisions feeding off of broken Caucasian expats and borderline homeless First World tourists. I do no such pandering, without telling people what to do or not to do. I will never lower myself to sell my Art, and have already proven that there’s no need to. If people cast their own preferred definitions and narrow understanding on me, it hardly means I have to accept or respond in ways that helps them win popularity or inform their AI programs or add to their personal profiling notes.

Having started off in AEP as my year of intake’s top entrant and early years in independent NAFA classes prior, I returned to Art & Culture following a 15-year overlapping professional career across multiple global industries internationally i.e. Telco, Big Tech (AU/NZ HQ in SG) & Banking, including several global/regional Fortune 500’s and top boutique companies (i.e. Decentralized CRM Database, public data, high net worth application canvassing, Hospitality — Hosting, Management, Training & Restructure, proven profits & results earning 3 successive mentions in Major Australian news outlets, and more. Short early stint in modelling industry as Management (editorial, catwalk, events). I’ve never been an IT tech, I was at frontend doing case logging & dispatch queues, fielding calls and direct client contact, transferring people to tech if initial KBMS-assisted troubleshooting fails. People & PR skills, empathy, but also Solaris. Won a few customer awards for the empathy part, one ABCD (action beyond call of duty) — and that wasn’t even for helping the US expat. I did that one discreetly on my off day, knowing I wouldn’t score a compliment in return, and because of that 20 years later I was shocked to already know the answer when the name changes started happening but now issue was access. Frontend wasn’t taking instruction or were yielding 1 inch of confessions at a time although I was communicating like front internal, only on exit did I start to receive documents showing why and it took months at a time of heavy lifting on my own dime (solo stay, international tickets, cross country travel) to squeeze out the data layer by layer from frontend, pure public data and hammering frontend with keywords due to zero account access. I knew it was the misgendered record, but this was impossible to confirm with direct contact and lawyers.

I have no interest in politics nor activism. I speak for myself, about my own interests and matters. I’ve suggested nothing to others nor made any calls to action, since that is aneutral and against my beliefs. I’ve never put such things in public.

In contrast, I enjoy literary dialogues and launch parties, the best places to get together for something meaningful without requiring anyone to change or be made to speak for others (or in the same vein, be made to look like they’re speaking for others when they’re obviously not…).

My works include my complete, non-AI English Literary and Musical pieces, original works based on my own personal experiences and creative imagination as an Individual with my unique background and family. I’m often told this is impossible, that we’re expected to be the kind who can only take instruction or build upon the works of others. As a unique Standalone, I naturally destroy such assumptions just doing what I do conducting an ordinary life — there’s nothing else I do or have to do in that regard, but be myself without worrying about what others think or say. My existence naturally disproves these falsehoods. People have been surprised to find I’m a woman, interested in intellectual pursuit, because those of my community generally don’t venture very far out from our homes or spheres of interest, as a close knit and small homogenous group. I’m in particular quite the adventurer especially considering my milieu, but still prefer vibrant urban environments that have connecting services and cosmopolitan, First World communities.

I’ve been making multiple trips abroad since 2024 to resolve some administrative issues with Swiss lawyers in Switzerland. I self-fund my flight and accommodation when I go abroad, and stay alone.

I’m keen to resolve this and move on to compose my works, so that I can get paid out from my own funds as my original IP becomes successful.

I think people love it when they see you can be good at something and also enjoy. They can get really excited, and share in it. Like if it’s possible for you, then it rubs off.

It’s possible to be non-quota, apolitical, doing what other people insist “should be” impossible for “someone like you”, being out of the textbook but absurdly still managing to respect the rules, and be a thinker who dares to ask or opine on what the real problems are and discuss it openly — like the concept of enemies were only an artificial construct and that we’re each best as the people we are, unchanged, finding and administering our own wee solutions, and we hop and skip through life, whistling our own little theme tune.

Most people seemed to like my theme tune, but unfortunately the ones who didn’t and thought I shouldn’t get to have a skip in my step or have my cake, seem to have gotten me in quite a bit of a bind, but I’m working on it..

Apparently before I can continue, I’m needing to dissolve this administration, if I intend to be able to inherit therefore also earn royalties from my own gainful works. It shouldn’t happen since this problem has already been solved over 60 years ago in Singapore during my grandmother’s time, she was the highest educated woman in her region as a top generalist and the only person with those few specialties — runs in family. But as I was exploring the world in hopes of starting a new studio and family, a couple of Authorities with all-access to our backend government records made the arbitrary decision to register me as Mr. Yeo Yawen during what was only supposed to be routine procedure following my approved application, with the SOP/laws put up clearly on the Swiss govt website. Because it’s a backdated registration record, it overrides my Singapore birth certificate sex and instead informs the global tracking systems that I were male at birth. There’s no way to prove I’m a man since I look nor act nothing like one, never had testosterone exposure in my body, and have none of the bits and parts because I was never born with anything other than what a biological woman has in a way that’s impossible to miss (to a point it’s ridiculous, I entered as flight stewardess on first try in the year they had their record highest turnout of candidates, ). They took from me what I already had, just because they casually disbelieved someone like me could have credit, even though Singapore’s success is well-known. I’ve never worked for the government. Part of the surprise at my success is that it was achieved almost entirely outside of the system, when I had been deemed a non-starter for not being given enough sciences to be admitted into STEM fields of higher study, despite being top class in my areas of expertise at Singapore’s Top 2 Girls’ school (homogenous, #1 ranked girls’ is mixed), and as a strong generalist able to write science fiction, calculate/elucidate trajectories of probable futures in practical ways.

So while I’ll certainly continue and start releasing my works following my exit, I’d like to state here that the only reason I’ve been unable to be seen to show up in the last years, is not because I didn’t. But because no one could find me, even when I was right there. They registered me as Mr. Yeo Yawen, and so when I showed up and was obviously Ms. Yeo Yawen and born that way, it meant that nothing I said or did was registered as coming from me. So I’ve been doing nothing but working on my own case to release myself, just because some people wanted what I have and to force me to donate my position/projects and gainful income of the last years to charity against my will and consent, and against my Culture. I have voluntarily donated throughout my life, but I’ve never believed in forced donation as this is not real kindness nor from my culture, it’s communism which we drove out a long time ago and twice by the time I was born.

The amounts involved were in no way just spare change. It goes past the million mark, because of where my works came out and who recognized my independently developed talents and backed my ascent. My works were valued by the experts at being a clear leader’s, and at least worth that much. And in those expert circles, if you are political or phony, just parroting, copying, everybody knows — no one will fund you. Which means that they also certified me as Authentic. So to questions of “how did you convince people to fund your projects”, I answered “they have to be convinced that your work is of value.” And I also said “in some circles, there is no bluffing. If you are inauthentic, they will find out. When people have such money, they’re far from stupid. And even if you can cheat them once, you will see what happens to you. In Singapore, there is no running.”

The entourage of people who saw this happen in front of them — me, a Ms. being senselessly strangled right on top the conference and meeting tables by a Mr., on legally binding paper for all and sundry to see — were told that it were just an act, were told I were just a fan, and everyone had to get a move on. But I know some people went away from that with a disturbed, deep-seated feeling what they witnessed was real — yes it is. I’m trying my best to convey this. Can confirm. They can call me to take my fingerprints and I’ll send you my full body CT once it’s done, that can confirm Mr. Yeo Yawen is me misregistered by the Swiss authorities and denied correction/access, when forensically right down to the bone structure I am Ms. Yeo Yawen — one and the same person. I’m no mere fan of the person who solely authored these original complete works — I AM the sole original author who made these complete works. If you want to say I’m a fan of myself, okay, but this is entirely different.

As a consequence of the Swiss government registration above, people are looking for a boy when they piece together my Swiss database files forensically, and when people are told to congratulate me now they grit their teeth and do so without believing in what they’re saying, because they want to congratulate a boy. The registration leads them to think the person who composed my works must be a boy. Born a boy. When they look at me in person, I look ridiculous to them, like Asian ScarJo’s face and a Monroe body joined waspily, ‘totally ridiculous, must be AI’ or a fan, that’s the feeling they get seeing me just walking through a physical open space to get anywhere (I’m intuitive, I read people like an open book, but trust/give chances when they say they mean well and just need time to adjust/ make corrections — and importantly — when part of them believes in what they’re saying and hopes it is true. No guarantees they’ll follow through, but if they could think in basic tesseracts and really move within it too they’ll realize how stupid it is for them to break pacts and it would probably cause them to stop). They saw me exit the country, have a conversation with someone and come back in and suddenly I’m seated at the table again like we’re supposed to deal or that I were even trying to incite something. But in reality I’m just taking my rightful place, I have an official invite. But when they see that, no one feels like to join the table, nor to open their mouths and tell me that my solution is embedded in my own illustrations, from my violet purple A3 sketchbook which was only produced by Australia, by the way — a deliberate choice — that was physically removed from my previous marital home in Switzerland in 2023 (divorced Nov 2024) in the midst of these clashes, where they were already trying to use physical escalations and sudden cancellations of international flights and stay to get rid of me off of my own projects, despite me urgently telling them why my proper involvement is needed and in great technical detail (their response was, what am I going to tell them you’re there to do, wave a magic wand? As if they could not think in tesseract movements or more, and have no ability to access dreams much less read accurate symbols or even process or scale successive strings of them — and they want to say they’re the author; you put me under someone who lacks even the basic ability to assess me, that description I gave could’ve been a paper!). Look, I took pictures placing physical 3D clear objects filled with specific liquid substance on my own pencil illustration and projected the light through onto the canvas around the time it was pencilled to show you what a tesseract movement is and how and what it applies to, illustrating square spaces in circles and all, what more proof is required? We live in a finite 3D world. You simply are unable to follow any other way, you need the internet as an intermediary to simulate the movement and most still can only do guided browsing or do flat forums where other people are leading discussion (I had a lot of fun doing my little guild page “portals” - bamf bamf). That’s the best simple illustration I can give. And if it were your business to prove that the ownership of the 2D sketch belongs to a Ms. by demanding we recreate the 3D picture in person to a T and on the spot under test conditions, then it’s a simple matter of an in-person appointment and you reproduce/bring down my stolen sketchbook, I’ll bring the exact gear used in the picture. This wastes my time and resources, I’m hardly broken nor flat on my back unable to get up, I’m right here, whole, healthy, ready as any good day, and it’s only this artificial administrative thing that needs to be resolved otherwise I’m set up to fail hard as I jump into next steps and start producing again. These are the most basic administrative things that no one in the First World should even have to worry about. They won’t even take my instruction to fix some no-brainer thing that takes 10 minutes, and it’s not even a matter of whether they want me to co-pay a service contract item with Oracle or whatever to fix their own mistake, I’m being totally barred with “you are all these people with all these different legal names that we registered without needing a legal consent form from you, but (unspoken: because we first registered you as a man before even you came over when your birth certificate and appearance is clearly a Ms., and told you we corrected it but didn’t, told you it had no consequence when it does) you cannot enquire on a different person’s records”.

This results in a situation where when I penned and gave the musical intonations for things like “why—- don’t you love who I am, what we could have been”, and “Whatever I feel for you, you only seem to care about you, is there any chance you could see me too, ’cause I love you—” “I’ve lost every trace of you, where are you, where are you?”, people disbelieve I could write this of myself and of my own self-directed accord, nor that this is my experience or perspective due to my obvious sex vs. initial sex registration in Switzerland as Mr. Yeo Yawen, when I live-composed these works distinctly as a woman in the way the French-speaking would realize linguistically when they flip the translations in their heads to French (and gasp, like they uncovered a deep secret woven into the seams, they would instantly know no one else but the native French-speaking would see. Not an immigrant, not an Arab or Indian speaker who speaks French, nor a British or American who speaks French, nor an Asian who speaks French, but only a French who speaks French sees it, which is practically an insignia, a seal on my works that speaks of a specific era and age to the French-speaking insider — while also showing these are neither ancient nor dead texts but modern day composed by someone who is alive, who wants them to know they genuinely live as a woman, not a man in drag.) but not the Italians nor the British because they removed the linguistic gender markers from their languages for whatever reason. Which in itself proves my identity as someone who is a Ms. and born that way, and not a “Mr.”. But sieved and read in the French way it is a woman’s works and perspective, furthermore that woman wants you to know she is a woman in a way that tells you she cannot say it herself. Go ahead — try and fake that. You’re unable to. Cryptography is more than just numerics and code. I was in no way just trying to be edgy when I say I can compose freely up and down the whole linguistic family tree and the lateral “oriental” one too, it’s not AI or software translation — just like autistic/spectrum atypical creators, none of these can embed nuances. I can. In Creativity, this is what Fertility means, being able to “give birth” — as a C-level and Sole Owner. Not an employee, vendor, fan or follower who takes instruction from anybody. The song itself, like many from my volume, is nearly an entirely sustained refrain, sudden, circular, like the pendant I described an operative as wearing when she meets a famous agent on the train in another manuscript when they had that punchy conversation. They all tie back to me, but forensically I have been registered as a biological male on the Swiss government administrative database, which is used to track a living person while they are alive. And they backdate the registration (like that of a deceased person) so that it serves as rider presently overriding my Singapore birth certificate (born female) to “judge” that I were born male and forces it to be legally binding, in a way that makes any gainful financial transaction coming in for me trip over 3 obstacles and have a chance of being caught somewhere — and if it’s “lost” someone else could come along and retrieve it declaring it as a dead person’s estate, meaning I don’t get paid even if a payer has paid me in full. I have manual database/resident registration retrievals from Lugano Swiss authorities just before leaving which need probing, as they would prove the existence of these records.

These are in no mere small transactions of 50 cents. They’re hundreds to thousands, up to millions of dollars in royalties — gainful earnings from works that I have created. I’ve already proven myself, and the value of my works. I’m a living example that it’s completely possible to make a decent living as a successful artist, that what I do works — but I’m also precisely pointing out what’s stopping my funds from coming to me: I was registered as having the opposite sex of my true origin, as a result they were able to change my name any way they wish without a consent form because I legally don’t exist — like a new female refugee with no history, when in fact my history is locked in a backdated registration of me as a man on a live official citizen/resident database that’s connected to global population tracking systems and therefore permanently informs it even after I leave (until corrected at source) — they used something totally normal and routine, just like crossing a bridge, as a replacement for consent after refusing me and Swiss lawyers access to stop it on the basis of sex origin registration. So it’s only made to look like I was unable to do something an uneducated person could do in 10 minutes, when it’s akin to 401 Unauthorized or 403 Forbidden database access denial, after claiming my approved application was originally 404 Not Found and getting me to fill in new forms over 50 times because Authorities couldn’t get me to make a mistake at their Office. It overrides my Singaporean birth certificate and passport details. When these funds come through for me they trip across 3 obstacles, making it nearly impossible to trace if it gets lost, possibly going wholly unauthorized bypassing me and my consent to a person with the surname Ng.

It’s akin to this: say you open a document folder on your computer, and click “sort by date created” until all the files get arranged in the order of earliest created to most recent created. At the very top, first line across, you see the earliest file showing perhaps an origin file of your laptop with strange file names because you’re not supposed to access it as a normal user. But you know there’s something wrong with the file. Why? Firstly, it’s a Mr. Linux file and you’re running say Ms. Solaris (or Ms. MacOS). Your origin on the laptop says you’re Mr. Linux. Not Ms. Solaris. Secondly, datestamp (“date created”) of the Mr. Linux file is earlier than the date which this Solaris OS and even your computer model were even made available or manufactured for the market.

So even though you bought and paid for this machine and this software license fair and square, to say it’s yours, this Mr. Linux file which can’t be removed (no admin access) says that you are not the owner of this machine. You were told it’s fine, just a glitch, mostly harmless, probably a joke, there will be no consequences to you. But 5 years into using the machine and you’re trying to port to a new one, you find there are consequences. As a result — Anything you have put on the machine or created using the machine is not yours, you must be like an employee or something not the owner of the machine or the owner of anything you created using the machine. You cant prove your ownership or even initiate a probe, because you’re just an imitation of a human being by now. It’s “fate”, they say. But you know it’s Utter rubbish.

So when you see that backdated file, you don’t have to be an engineer to understand that it is not your origin. Somebody put it there. But it’s not you. It’s not Oracle (Solaris). It’s probably not Linux either. And suppose that right now, the scenario out there is as if Oracle (Solaris) and Linux were locked in a giant battle for decades or whatever because everyone thinks that the other party did it. Linux side gets desperate and says ‘Oracle if you hadn’t called your software Solaris and instead called it Oracle this confusion would never have happened’, missing the point. Or both publicly blame the owner of the laptop and tell them that they did it to themselves. You, the person who bought the laptop, must have done something wrong during the routine registration process through that UI a 5-year old could use to register their parent.

And now when you’re getting a new work laptop set up after you’ve had enough of this, they tell you that the multiple accounts you created on your last laptop to even access it after you kept abruptly being logged out of your original user profiles and it even locked your whole document folder tree up with an error message saying you lack admin privileges to access your own hard drives and files, you’re told that this is permanent. That now no matter what new laptop you get, you have to permanently be registered as Mr. Linux even if your new laptop is registered properly. But wait there’s more — the multiple user profiles you created on your last laptop just to access your own hard drives with this ongoing ownership dispute (that should’t even be your problem), now appear on every single new laptop or desktop you acquire, and your Master account as a consumer now says you’re a different race even though your verified account and credit card have never changed. Plus they say because you started off as Mr. Linux, you can never prove you are the owner of anything you create on Ms. Solaris. Problem is, you can never use Mr. Linux because you’re not a Mr. and you’re not Linux. So not only has it caused you to be unable to access any basic support nor have a single case logged — because they say only the “real owner” can access it and it has to be Mr. Linux when there is no Mr. Linux and it’s always only been Ms. Solaris — your user profiles are said to be your twin sisters or brothers who are also registered owners of any new laptop/desktop you acquire and anything you create on them. So when your funds start to come in, because you run a business and what you make is tops — every single transaction instead of being direct 1-to-1, is now pinball through a 1-to-3 step-to-1 situation, where you could easily fall and break your neck anytime you come down from that 3 step to 1. It’s a bad setup. As in, ‘Someone set us up the bomb’. No one has time to figure out who that is, we have lives. We’re busy.

On top of this, you’re accused of being a crusader working for a cause when you try to raise the problem and get it fixed for yourself because there’s no way you can run a business, make a living or live like that — you need to fix it. You owe it to yourself — I owe it to myself to fix it. They literally made it your business to. And all just because you were a customer who did nothing but make a totally ordinary purchase for something that was only supposed to be running in the background letting you run things unobstructed and facilitating your life, not totally cannibalize on it as if there were only one outcome that leads to no solution in a First World where no one talks about the wolves. No way to file a case, hire lawyers, because the Mr. Linux file says you are not the owner since you are by default Ms. Solaris. “Yes this laptop is yours and all these user profiles are you, you’re legally responsible them, but you cannot enquire on a different person’s records and we’re not going to tell you this but you also own nothing you create on your machines even though you fully paid for it, and as a consequence of normal use, you also agree that even after you dump the machine you own nothing you create in future on any new machine you purchase because from henceforth your Master profile is registered to an unknown Mr. Linux through a backdated rider (the benign-looking pre-dated file you found that I described in the first paragraph) even though you first registered your Master profile as Ms. Solaris.”

I embedded the problem and solutions in my artwork, which were as part-complete drafts in my sketchbooks so that people had no way to pretend I sold them, nor deliberately exclude me since my presence and proper involvement is needed to fully execute the works, because no one else can use it — I am the Alignment, the only person capable of using it.

The only evidence I could leave behind is a full body CT scan which proves that I am biological female by skeletal structure, just as how your experts are finding that there were respected female viking leaders in burial sites, which fixes a problem for me being recognized in the future. It could be resolved with fingerprinting and full body CT right now, but even then:

I have to While I am still alive as a Living Person right now, Judgment given by Swiss tax authorities to receive each incoming payment transaction for my royalties or gainful income split into a 3-step payment because it’s too easy to lose the whole payment if even 1 out of 3 of the full transaction encounters a problem. It’s better for each payment to be sent as a one-off transaction.

It’s 2026. My subsequent releases from here should make it clear I am who I say I am, and the income structure too. They marked my record, but they’ve never broken me — that’s not even my name. The rest, I’m dealing with it. And I will prevail. Moving out. Watch out, world. :)

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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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I was first wrongly registered as a “Mr. Yeo” by Swiss Authorities, which appears to be affecting how people see me on the world stage. Although I’m the original author of my works, they disbelieve that I am because they expect a man to show up, but instead I’m a biological woman — always have been. From my CV and real-life appearance, it’s impossible to mistake me as a man. I’m at present working with Authorities to probe into the matter, as being assigned more than one identity obstructs my ability to inherit, have reproductive rights, and presents obstacles to receiving royalty payments for my own original IP and works, which are published but my funds are being apparently withheld as a man’s identity. I have science-backed full-body medicals. There’s no way I can be mistaken for a man.

My content on here is original and AI-free. It’s quite obvious when you compare it with AI-generated content which lack nuances and, like its makers, is unable to be creative. I give no consent to having my content and/or likeness used to train AI nor represented as AI since the opposite is true. Even if you use my original content and/or likeness to train AI, my content is still non-AI generated. I’m still a person with proven real lived experiences, on-ground, in uncontrolled environments — which ironically is a freedom that my background specifically affords.

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