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Independent English Playwright (Literary Writer) & Fine Artist:
Meryl Yeo Yawen
And if it helps you understand better which is which:
Mdm. Yawen Yeo (Meryl)
Meryl’s just my maiden nickname.
Yeo’s my surname.
As per Singapore passport I’m Mdm. Yawen Yeo
I descend from a line that is
Literary . Artistic . Musical
Swiss Authorities registered me on their Federal government databases as:
Yawen Schindhelm née Yeo
(formerly Mrs. Michael Schindhelm 24 Oct 2019-21 Nov 2024. My first marriage. Now divorced. He’s 23 years my senior. )
If someone shows up claiming they are me but they have an Indian accent or a China or Hong Kong accent, please call the police right away, and report them for identity fraud. If possible please let me know or get police to contact me by email / my Swiss or Singapore phone number. I’m fair-skinned Chinese and look full Hakka Chinese. I’m the only sibling whose face looks full Hakka, body takes from dad’s side with the bone structure.
I’m Singaporean, and entirely independent in my practice. I partake in no activism/politics. My eidetic memory allows me to compose layered originals in several languages with bilateral precision. Yes, that means elite neural noise control. I’ve been an unusual exception in this regard. If I space out, appear to disengage, or drop chunks out from my writing here and there, what we’re doing is a bit low functioning, my priorities differ, and I can get a lot done in that time.
Firmly Non-AI.
I am a Living Person with a Singapore birth certificate, born at Gleneagles Hospital, a mix of Chinese Hakka & Hainanese parents who have on record that I am their biological daughter. Singapore has several well-placed anti-riot laws that protect every race, background and/or creed. I succeeded despite Singapore famously having no quotas, only strict regulations. Unlike in any other country I have had no need to make myself out to be anything other than what I really am. If you hear I’ve suddenly changed my mind on that, markedly against what has let me become successful, you know someone else out there is just trying to doodle on my record. Trying hard and failing hard, coz they had wanted to be the winners in the overall equation and instead that was us. Singapore has strict regulations that allow every citizen (and resident) to regularly sit at the same round table in all our glorious differences, and each enjoy our choice of meal in peace — Together. At the same time. It’s the only place on the planet where you can do this naturally, without politics or fanfare.
I have never consented to appear at any conference or meeting as AI.
I have never consented to be turned into any functional real-life depiction of AI.
I’ve never consented to come onboard any project and/or show as AI.
I have never agreed to have any part of my likeness, life and/or works recorded into and/or attributed to real-world usage of AI.
I’ve never been involved in any project that would make me appear to endorse AI.
I have never consented to be featured in video games such that anyone paying to play as Master Chief could experience me and my likeness as some kind of grotesque idealized deferential sanitized TAF-club Oracle version of myself helping (any number of players playing as) him out, putting me to non-consensual free labour in a psychopompos function of taking players to graduate to the next stage after they “win”, surrounded by reverent players and NPCs, advising players of what the future’s going to be like and where they’re going to go in HQ or mission control or whatever place of rest or battle, and whatnot. I have never consented, no agreements were made with me. I’ve never been here to wait on you as your psychopompos or “God”-like thing, nor anything else never agreed, in any shape or form. If anything, in reality I am more like glorified pest control than a glorified servant, and I have a really robust appetite but I digress.
You whoever is reading this, you go and tell all those people that I have never consented. It does no good to turn me, a Living Person with mortal flaws, into your perfect Wisewoman or God-y thing or whatever else and put me in your games or any number of stupid presentations/carriers. I have never consented. I am a real human being, with human flaws. I curse, I swear, I stumble sometimes, I’m human. Right now. I have a combination of talents you consider “God-y”. I’m here as a person. Your laws state that you need to make agreements directly with me if you want something of me. It’s never been okay to kill me and my career off in real life just because you want to use me as your new God or servant in whatever shape or form anytime you want without asking me, while I’m still markedly alive, then abuse Oracle property (your admin would get lifetime bans) to mis-administrate so you can say that I the Living Person in the Flesh is not real because you think I should have a UI/API instead of freely making and signing agreements with me as Living Person, and with an agreed payment to me that is commensurate to whatever role I’m intended to meet your End. How I choose to use my own earnings is none of anyone’s business, as long as I fairly observe your laws of the time — just as you must also fairly observe yours.
It’s wrong to skip agreements with me — inventing these excuses, creating non-compliant artificial obstacles that would get you a life sentence anywhere else, pretending there’s something wrong with me. It’s disingenuous to treat me like I’ve never made it when you’ve kept me behind, kept me from my position and place, and made sure I’m still making my way there to frontstage on foot even as I write this from Milan Italy after taking the 7+ hour train from Frankfurt Germany just to resolve (completely and utterly obliterate specifics) the forced administrative implement that enables you to do this, while you’ve been withholding from me my own resources which I would’ve used to replenish my own supplies to get there (Hong Kong or whatever), treating me as though I’ve never made it. I’m having to source my own supplies because there are people upfront hogging resources intended for me (I’m getting Hong Kong right now) and refusing to release them to me, telling me I should use my personal funds to get my own. You take advantage of the fact that the communities and surrounds I’m born into foolishly hand me to you on a platter for a pittance because they are Ignorants and lack Belief in any “God”, while you who have arranged all this clearly do and insist what I do matches your textbook definitions — again, all done regardless of what I personally think, say, do, desire, and/or believe. It’s never been okay to act like I owe you money and owe you a living that you can make from me anyway you wish, just because you looked at me and felt that you “should” have what I have, felt that I was “lucky” to be born with so much more that you want for yourself. And you think you can just take it from me when we’re all from the First World.
And with this level of utter disrespect lobbed on me the moment you show up, you seriously expect that I’m going to work with you, to put my good name and reputation as the real deal on the line to sell your fake/discombobulated shit that I can’t even begin to endorse?? And you administratively arranged it to bypass my consent?
Who the fuck do you think you are?
Your trophies mean nothing to me, these that you give all your “New Gods” with a hidden underlying contract of agreement to be led to slaughter.
How ironic that I would be at once acknowledged by yourselves as some kind of God, yet it seems to escape you that the real human being behind it could be capable of transcending your programs and confront you Eye to Eye.
I have hired lawyers.
Some people have been trying to create serious identity verification issues for me. People just believe anything they’re told without verifying whether or not it applies to me or my situation. I’m neither black nor brown, nor am I a displaced Asian minority. No one would mistake me for a Caucasian or brown Asian race in person. The late Mr. Lee Kuan Yew’s accent is completely searchable on Youtube, like him I’ve also stayed true to myself and never capitulated to identity politics/loss.
At the moment I’m trying to figure out what to do in the face of zero information. It’s right there, I’m entitled, it literally states it’s available, they’re just arbitrarily refusing to give access in person, for 5-7 years and counting. You just have to have a look at my CV to understand that it’s not that I don’t know how to ask or get what I want, it’s not that I don’t know how to be likeable, I can even do internal query. It literally means they’re knowingly taking my money each time but each time pointedly denying access and refusing to deliver. You get what I’m saying? Principles of non-delivery are firmly etched in Law, the Swiss equivalent of Misfeasance by a Public Official are in Art. 97 CO (Breach of Contract/Improper Performance) and Art. 41 CO (Negligent Torts).
My biological mother is over 70 years old, also with a Singapore birth certificate. Our family business was in Singapore, not China, and was a licensed financial institution with a bank vault of which she was the owner/GM. She is almost one head shorter than me, and has a knee injury which has affected her ability to walk and/or climb stairs for some years now. I’m the only one in the family who’s “modelled” but again, I was never a model. My maternal grandmother and grandfather were ahead of their time, of the Chinese races only the Hakka has a tradition of women in Leadership in our culture. It’s can be a bit difficult when you’re considered too ahead of your time with many talents and the kind of unshakeable health that makes others gawk with surprise, sometimes when people feel you won’t stay all they can do is hold you back or waste your time. They can get really angry when you prove ultra-healthy and unbreakable, because that means they’re never able to get under your skin to sell anything to you nor “influence” you in the least bit with their, uh, ‘algorithms’.
If someone were to introduce or describe me as vastly different to my real-life CV and proven track record, I would seriously question their intentions and motivations, and ask myself what they’re really getting out of it. If they’re really insisting, they must feel they’re gaining significant profit from presenting me as someone else than the person I really am and have always been. And it would explain why whenever I’ve shown up in the past years, I’ve been assumed to be a totally different person in a different role by people who’ve never even met or spoken with me, such that they’re unable to correct their courses of action and/or change their minds even after being invariably and proven wrong repeatedly, over years.
I will never lower myself to sell my Artwork.
Even if other people try to stop me from being recognized, if they think I’ll just give up what I’m doing and simply hand it over to them if they can make life hard enough for me — they wish. They’ve mistaken kindness for weakness, when it makes for the strongest and most successful of leaders.
Since I’ve always been more of a cheerleader, and was on Varsity teams all the way, I’m able to bounce back and cheer myself on, it’s just that it’s taken some time as I had to learn that sometimes strangers treat you better than people who claim to be closer to you or more like you.
My Artworks consist of, well, Art, as well as a sophisticated manual encryption using a specific self-invented technique of digital layering with no AI assist, held in frames of real capture. The technique is anti-fraud, anti-AI and anti-metadata tampering, and preserves an original author’s signature which remains traceable even if metadata is swapped and/or tampered with to obscure or attempt to transfer their authorship (and therefore ownership). There is a layered key of scaleable complexity. My original IP involves highly scaleable, patentable elements. More than just design and aesthetics, they involve technology and programming that a 5 year old could use blindfolded (Or even just before they take their 1st wail, really). In other words, an earliest form of open capture cryptography. Even if someone else has obtained my original image and all the layers, they can only display the image without the authorship key.
My works are entirely original such that they’ve been considered never-before seen across our current world and era, they’re not simply improved from other people’s works, nor a reorganization and/or re-look of other people’s existing works and/or “errors”. They’re also nothing like a surrealist’s painting which is only abstract, absurdist and/or ornamental rather than practical, functional and easily relateable/understood. This is Master material I’ve created, that regular people can relate to, from the highest to the lowest of us, composed from a string of unique experiences that no one else has had, harmonics rooted in reality, and in combinations that no one else has managed, majority of them moment-in-time dependent and can’t be relived or replicated even if you try now. My works were just published unabridged in its full volume which gave them a whole 10 year run, presented as is, and as works that are presented as highly relatable by those who clearly felt that my material speaks to them. That’s proof. My works are signed (see cryptography, as above). Basically, the puzzle is solved through my works. There are people who are hiding the truth. I’m only explaining what the cryptography is, so that you understand that even if you erase my name and do stuff to my paperwork to make it hard to find me, none of you are even remotely close to getting away with it,
The living signature is inimitable.
I’m still in peak health right now, and look it. I’ve never been seriously ill. Once took me max 2 weeks to recover from a bad flu. It’s impossible to break me mentally and psychologically, even if someone hacks up my paperwork to insist you succeeded. You wish. By the way if anyone’s surprised and angry to learn I’m in unwavering good health, I guess they only tell on themselves and what they believe they actually did to me, versus what they claim they did for me in the last years. What a confession on their part eh? :) Don’t you just love nature.
My previous Aussie mobile number was +61 422 555 225.
I’m on it! :)
I’m a playwright, original composer and standalone Fine artist (neo-digital, Cryptography & Art), and sole Owner of my own business. My works are bespoke based on my own unique self-generated original creative material. No commissions, no endorsements, no representatives. I’m the sole owner of my original IP/copyrights. Please only deal direct.
I’ve never authorized nor consented to having my work(s), private property, identity and/or likeness be transferred to any other individual, entity and/or group at any time, in any manner, shape or form, whether in part or full, nor be used to inform Artificial Intelligence (AI), to be falsely characterized as being and/or associated with AI at any time, in any manner, shape or form, whether in part or full.
I am firmly non-government, and am an Independent voice that stands firmly apart from activism/politics. I’m entirely self-motivated in my Art practice, combining honest self-expression and whatever was naturally available to me since early childhood. In no way do I receive assistance, nor do I do paid-for-hire works or commissions.
My works often explore the art of Self-Criticism as empowerment through transmutation. In no way does it advocate being cruel to yourself or allowing/inviting abuse.
My 2014 Artwork as seen in the background of my website (trueorigin.net) is pencil on paper, with original digital handpainting applied using a scientific method with encryption elements. It employs two unique original inventions of mine in a marriage of Science and Art using technology, with my art cryptology-based design for universal prevention of forgery/metadata erasure or unique signature tampering. Even if someone were to take an eraser to the physical pencil drawing or destroy the 3D copy, the full integrity of the Artwork is preserved and can be faithfully restored. Even if someone were to take your works apart and write their name(s) all over yours, or try and make you disappear, you can and will be found. My Art is bespoke — woven existentially and spontaneously into cultural tapestries, sequenced using time, with me in full control and decoding / deciphering with precision while painting and expressing the Results technically, creatively and artistically in the truest/highest order. The aforementioned techniques remain my sole inventions under my exclusive care and ownership.
The idea behind it is very simple, aside from what you obviously see. If you have no idea what’s the key, you can have the file but never the original. It would be like being able to read the name of the file and see a lot of words from the gate but not open it to read it.
I lose weight very easily. There was one time in Australia I hadn’t stepped on a scale for a while, just too into whatever I was into, and my younger sister said something about it so I stepped on a scale and was grams away from 70kg, I was like whoaw! I couldn’t stop laughing. So within weeks to a few months I was back down to the 60kg range, and under that. I don’t like to be below 56kg, too weak. I can do it again.
I’m happy with who I am, it’s other people who are trying to change me for kicks, draw medieval doodles on my papers, because they know they’d normally never get close to me much less stick one in me (yeah yeah, I mean no biggie, life’s short, whatever’s out there hope at least it was good coz otherwise why bother, waste of time). I pretty much was born with the strongest and tallest type of body the most feminine women can have from “that” genetic family tree so I have weight from natural muscle. I’m almost a head taller than the average women in my family tree, at around the height of our men — people have been angry at me or visibly reacted just because of that alone. I was asked to model or join beauty pageants a lot, but I didn’t need more trouble and didn’t plan on being Asian Olympian Kate Moss but pointless, like a heavyweight cheetah that’s built for swimming like a whale built like a sailfish (I actually bought a bowl of petunias last week and had with me on my X-country train ride). I was never a model. I sometimes appeared for fun if I thought it would be meaningful. I’m never gonna be skinny just because I don’t like feeling puny, and even when I put on weight there’s even distribution and I can lift so it’s hard to tell — 3 weeks ago an older supermarket cashier scanned my full load of groceries then gave me a look of complete surprise and squawked in German,“that’s for you?! That’s yours?!” when she was told the 6 x 1L bottles of san pelly/gerolsteiner weren’t for the tall black teenager behind me in the queue but for me, petite in comparison, and in a prissy maxidress. She had just scanned a full load, the bottles were last. (Me: “whut.” Black boy: (clueless) "whut.” Cashier: (reaction video worthy moments)) I’ve actually had fit young Caucasian colleagues, guys, working at top establishments complain about the loads I have no problems with, I don’t seem to register any real strain on my body regardless of how much I weigh but they’re dying after 1-2 hours or so. I guess fitness is not just muscles on guys or looking strong. I never work out). If in doubt about which sibling, just look at our CVs and compare that with physical appearance and aura — preferably when I’m fresh as opposed to right after someone’s just tried to stomp on me like an angry giant or are in the middle of trying. Anytime we breed out it’s a f-ing international drama, some of us of these lines end up running countries or smashing top charts just passing through, equal amounts of haters and lovers in tow who are just never normal and these days there’s no security. I mean I already kind of realized since young when I was in a top school, but everything had always felt like a joke and I became bored of it all the time. It’s always people’s endless drama. Singaporean drama, Australian drama, World’s first multiplatform mmo drama, international drama, political drama, Holywerd drama, Swiss drama, just drama. When’s it going to be for me? Maybe you go, “oh doesn’t she realize when people are being “helpful” ” hey these groups of Swiss people who just claimed to be being helpful for 7 years just tried to kill me on paper until I die from it and say that I did it. And they were tots convinced, I might as well be the devil Herself. Gimme a break okay, there used to be temples full of virgin priests available for serious translations and communications, now it’s all a joke and everyone’s just humping each other and waving flags outside and doing all sorts of moonlighting as hired guns. And confused otakus. Doing comedy. So it’s kind of hard to tell. It’s never clear when they were actually being serious, or if it was just the usual false feedback when someone feels different variables of less-than beside you. I’d show up and people were always already just really happy or really angry at me, some would go “Whalecome!” and some would go “DIE”. One day I was asked to do tryouts as a kid — maybe as a joke between teachers at first (I saw them snickering), because I was actually enlisted in physical remedial classes coz I was always sleeping in school as a borderline fat kid by Asian standards. But actually, it was coz they wouldn’t give me the foods I asked for — and I went okay and “hup”, and the ball flew, and the adults stared at me like I was from another planet, asked me to come back next week and do it again and one day I was just asked to stand there again and this time they handed me a little gold trophy. Best in school. I almost burst out laughing, weirded out. Apparently I had won something in sports. The next year, this happened again and they handed me another trophy, and again the year after. They at first thought the giftedness in athletics and the physical appearance meant I must be none too bright, but then they discovered the intellectual/original writing part and what happened after that was not necessarily better (N o t - n o r m a l). They would actually argue over my case constantly which made it weirder, one side would be 100% for me saying I needed to transfer into gifted in the #1 school pronto — we were #2 and had our own gifted programs — and the other side would be 100% opposed against me even being in the school, both citing standards, there I am snoring in a heap. Top schools. Such a joke. It continued in Australia like 100% for me, and then in Switzerland 100% against me. DUH. Call me a joke but how am I supposed to take any of *you* seriously. I like parties, I had to learn to read all the nuances (woo-woo lidar) and how to slip out of gatherings a lot to avoid a scene without offending the host (or before I was blamed when I say hi to a mild-mannered civil servant or hang out in general and they fall apart flustered. And then their friends get upset about that, my friends get upset because his friends are upset. And then some get angry at me because they’re embarrassed by the attention and how I’m being discussed like meat. What was that, “unbecoming of a lady to draw attention”). That’s pretty much what life has been like for me. Fat and useless or the fittest, retard or genius, fugly face for radio or pageant quality and has to go on camera straightaway, blacklist or VVIP list, devil or angel, all at the same time, drama. When I interviewed for SQ they all looked at me like “uh….” each interview stage and at the final just wanted to know if I knew this was a job that required me to actually serve people (they described the whole thing and almost seemed nervous), and confirm if I was absolutely sure I was going to be fine with cleaning duties - thrice. It was okay until business class when people and passengers actually responded in degrees of recognition and some crew freaked out. For context, you need to understand that at the time I was hired by SQ, it was at the height of their sexist hiring policies in 2008-2010. There were no female supervisors who had their contracts renewed once they reached their 40s, even if they look like they’re in their 20s. You needed to appeal to men, including those assessing you. Women didn’t get to run their own sections right off the bat under 3-5 years of flying. Even the very combination of what I am/was caused people in Business Class to sometimes burst out or shake in uproarious laughter and stay excited for the whole flight. All these nuances flew over the head of the crew until there was drama as they tried to find out why certain passengers kept wanting to talk to me and why some class conscious ones immediately looked to me as the leader who shouldn’t be carrying the trays which made the other crew really angry at the sudden disparity in treatment (some crew turned out to be absolute dobbers with their backend comms chans, it caused a situation). And that was because we were being told we were all the same, that there was nothing “special” about us unless others said so, and clearly the public disagreed at the notion that I was allegedly just like everyone else doing things allegedly everyone or anyone could do. I mean even after I proved them wrong, they still refuse to let me go/let me be and continued to go at it like they’re partisan in Australia and then Switzerland. It’s like my existence challenges their narrative of where their/our power comes from. In my time as flight stewardess we had to appeal to the male gaze and look exceptionally youthful, the hiring policies were notorious and the Western press/feminist/rights groups was/were all over it. Female leadership was highly challenged and rooted out, and were not assigned equal positions of responsibility unlike today — we women were assessed by men against how feminine we were and how much sex appeal we had that’s why almost no girls made it as in-flight supervisors since the traditional hallmarks and behavioural displays of leadership were not considered sexually appealing to men. Yet I got in anyway under those intense sexist policies and did the full 2 year bond — that’s the significance. It was not by quota, and you can read here how assertive and uncompromising on certain standards I am - if you search in the years before and after I was hired, I’m literally the only person with this combination of outstanding traits and achievements. There were few female supervisors then, and we were neither promoted nor supported into leadership, and in fact it was highly frowned to talk about reporting violations to independent authorities especially if you talk about taking it up with places like the United Nations/Human/Women’s rights — like what I’ve been doing now trying to take my case to a lawyer and go all the way there if I have to. Girls like me were just not hired in my time, we were not allowed to be seen in photos in uniform unlike today (you could, but you were arbitrarily issued demerit points for it. In 2008 *I* was issued 4 demerit points without appeal after *someone else* posted my private photos on *their* blog which showed me and my colleagues in Singapore Airlines), I practically caused a revolution just coming through and them to relook their subsequent hiring and promotion policies and work conditions/culture for women. They changed their minds about women, after I showed up, after what happened during my time in there which is notorious amongst the crews around my batch (don’t know if they’ve been warned by senior crew to change the way they talk about it so it downplays the significance of what really happened), Standard leadership skills that got you promoted in egalitarian workplaces was penalized and punished in my time, it’s very different from today. Even the way the women were trained were different, we were taught to kneel and be deferential and feminine in my days. There were frequent checks on skin & physical appearance, grooming & etiquette, grooming, behavioural conduct to ensure we confirmed to a set of standards deemed “sexist” by the West — like a 70’s bunny at Playboy, so they easily assumed I was doing what Western feminists do but such politics has never been in my culture. I’m from a tradition of real female leaders of equal significance and power to men — Mr. & Mrs. Lee were also Hakka.
My breakthroughs and achievements are real, none of it was from quota or politics.
I was just minding my own business, I mean some of us actually have to live a real life and make a living, while pursuing our dreams, and as it turns out your ideas of equality are moot - even when you take away my family fortune people still recognize me and open doors when I’m supposed to be the most disadvantaged one who “needs” you to “give” me rights. When all they have to do is stop getting in the way, as if I can’t exist unless they can say they “helped” me after being the ones who kicked me down/sabotaged my projects or otherwise say they made me. Why are these people so desperate to try and stop good things from happening for me, as though my success would mean their lives are on the line — like a zero sum game I never signed up for nor has ever applied to me. And they play it as if they have no choice, while talking endlessly about freedom. And then wanting to drag me into their system.
These people are unwell, probably after having such prolonged exposure with nowhere else to go and no observable choice. They have mental, psychological, emotional and physical problems and imbalances, they can’t fix themselves, and then when they see someone like me who stays supremely healthy no matter what’s happening and insists they follow their own laws where it comes to my case, they seem to have only one option that is to do with trying to take my health/independence/mobility away and/or try to discredit me at all cost (for example, falsely claiming I’m responsible for something that only they have the authority and access to arrange, or attribute their illnesses to me when I obviously stay in peak health to the point I’m coming across as something of a monster, they respond like I’m not supposed to be able to walk or think straight by now which is almost self-incriminating for them). Whatever they think is responsible for maintaining my health. And I’m still monstrously in the pink of health while they have no idea how I can possibly regenerate like this and still be standing and moving cross country even while they’re still taking me apart. None of them seem to believe it until they have a go at me and I’m still standing and issuing orders like a Boss. And they’re just freaking out like they’re sick and not normal, instead of doing the right thing. Their laws are so clear, there’s definitely SOPs and audits, they’re not following SOP, they’re skipping audits! This is their society, it’s a live system not beta testing like how Singapore offers a developed world testing ground with results turnaround of about 2-5 years for a 10-20 year rollout horizon, they’re doing it first and foremost to themselves, these people are unwell!
So when this started happening with my paperwork in Switzerland where there’s not just representative but *direct* democracy, when the Swiss government began to do this, everybody who knew me assumed I could just drag my then-husband in front of the United Nations. They mistakenly thought that everyone is like me because the hiring policies and work environment in Singapore Airlines have changed, the girls have access to work/violation-reporting conditions and leadership positions that they never had to fight tooth and nail for like in my time. They think everyone has access to it, it’s always been like that, it will always work like that everywhere, it’s “normal” and “anyone can do it”. What I’ve done and am doing, is not something that just anyone can do. This has been the response of people time and again, in the era/time that it happened, they think it’s extraordinary. But what we had yet to learn then, which we now know, is that this so-called Western democracy is extremely rigid and cannot change course at all once things are set in motion, as compared to our allegedly Authoritarian democracy that’s highly criticized as having no human rights and hurting freedoms yet is able to be more flexible and respond with adjustments to new information. Just like how Singapore Airlines adjusted without politics after it had been given compelling new information — just by me coming through and being the proof. In Switzerland to a shocking degree, they were completely unable to change course even when hard evidence and my reports emerged time and again that it was time to exercise their laws. It simply was flat out denied, they wouldn’t even open a ticket or record anything which made it look like I said “nothing” or did “nothing”. All the people who were supposed to support me told me to give up, as if that was why I was brought in from the beginning — that they were trying to force me to drop and abandon whatever I was doing so they could take over. Meanwhile they use the rest of it as a distraction, because people trust governments and high professionals. I’m still having to fight alone and being told to give up, they issue nothing but internal memos, no official documents. Those who were supposed to help, were helping themselves to you. Lawyers were taking bribes, it was a feeding frenzy. I’ve been going up against this alone. Switzerland has no full Singapore embassy, it’s just an offshore operation. So after 4 emergency phone calls since 2020/2021 to an official appointed representative who did nothing and didn’t even pass the message on or log a case, I was asked to send him “everything in an email” (I explained the gravity of the situation in vivid precise detail, including methodic and clear descriptions of organized violence and kidnapping, step by step, questions on my options and what they could provide, clearly describing what steps are required. I was already sending 10 pages of raw data to Swiss lawyers who responded like the case was beneath them because it was something only a law student or full-time activist had time to do (about 40-50 pages of documents in total, practically a UN report), the physical situation of being being placed under conditions of organized crime including dangerous/unsanitary and physically unsafe conditions was beyond distressing — when someone is being kidnapped and held hostage, and can only describe to you on the phone because none of their emails and reports are being logged and *all emergency services like Swiss police etc are not responding* despite there being absolutely nothing wrong with their systems with no emergency and no data compromise by externals, you do not ask them to send you an email “explaining everything” and keep hanging up to send them back to the situation and tell nobody about it. There were no government alerts, our government websites flagged the place as green all the way (only one theft red alert on US govt site in 2023/2024, all other governments kept it green) no known or reported issues, no information and no way to get any leads, no ongoing cyberattacks by criminals, systems were running perfectly fine with no downtime. These people in positions of Authority made a deliberate conscious choice at every step, none of them were victims of anything. There were no data compromises at all from external bad actors. At any point, any single one of them could’ve said something or filed anonymous reports if any supervisor told them to break SOP and I know they have their own reporting channels. They logged no case file, no case references, nothing, no follow up, no handover, no anonymous reports, even when you were there enquiring and instructing them with precision. I literally compiled full reports, again and again, updated, all they had to do was send it in - it never happened even once. Which means, holding my private data hostage and denying access until I was completely defaced and not considered a legal person *is* the SOP of these Authorities. Refusing any other way but their one way leading to an outcome to no solutions *is* their SOP. That’s not democracy, that’s force, they are breaking their own laws and choosing to do so with every step with every single year they had to process my application and renew my permit. In the years I was there there were no data compromises from hackers, no system downtime. I’ve worked their jobs. I used their systems - Decentralized. I can tell the difference, and I can especially tell when anyone of them is trying to bullshit me or does something on purpose (not an accident). Others literally thought I could just treat it as a personal matter even when I was repeatedly telling them they needed to mount a response equivalent to going against *organized crime*. I was very clear, I already co-wrote legal appeal letters when I was 14 which succeeded in getting us heard in appeals court (practically unheard of for women like me to become an SQ flight attendant when I did, in the first place it wasn’t supposed to be possible for me to be seen or experienced as being feminine to that degree). There was a complete structural failure, whoever said it was safe and/or greenlit my application to send me in did not do the checks at all. Everyone in the chain of communication repeatedly put me in great physical and administrative danger (you need to understand what it means in reality if I don’t legally exist administratively, it means they disabled police trackers and can just take over my identity and say it’s them. If I get physically killed there will be no record of it at all and no control over finding and retrieving my physical body, I would be laying there in a morgue; if they decided to remove my body parts to prevent me from being identified it can’t be proven and I can never be found. This is usually the reason why anyone would arrange another party to be registered to not legally exist, it’s because they want to kill or do something horrible to them without a trace, and they don’t want police to find out) because none of these emergency and essential citizen/resident services were responding properly. It was impossible to get emergency responders to attend, I kept getting sent back to the dangerous situation and I was told several times by emergency responders over the years that they could do nothing, nothing would be done, nothing would be documented unless I was literally found by one of them dying on the floor with a knife physically inside of me, visibly bleeding out such that they could document that I almost died. That’s what I was repeatedly told by responders who were absolutely tired of unchecked crime. They’ve literally described a situation where there’s no consent, no way to enforce choice, no way to stop or change anything through the system using existing laws that are already there (denial of access), but everybody repeats in cult-like fervour that they have direct democracy and are free.
The way I was registered in Switzerland via their Government systems, allowed them to move me around like I was only 1 of 3 fractions of my whole identity. They fractured my one identity into 3. They then took 1 part of these and they further fractured it into two who never appear to leave each other, like Caucasian conjoined male twins with dark features who can sound vaguely British (I’ve got a bit of Cambridge UK English and RP). This misgendered misregistration of Caucasian conjoined male twins are the two-in-one sharing the 1/3 fracture of my identity documents that frontend/front-of-backend watchers “see” wherever I go. The other 2/3 look like two German Caucasian twin women silently behind them who appear as part of their act but are never credited. So whenever I have a monologue with myself or give myself a peptalk to carry on in private, if someone were to listen in and observe my registration data at that point, it would sound like one conjoined male twin (who sounds like a woman with a resonant voice, i.e. Lauren Bacall) constantly argues with his other twin who is mute and then he puts on a nice face for whoever they encounter and are easily forgiven for coming across as something of a likeable comedic genius. They used this to completely keep me apart as the invisible 4th fraction that was kept away, while keeping the other parts of me in view of others so that it appeared as if I never showed up even when I was right there in person doing what’s normally successful and/or normally leads to success. But in reality I am one person who matches none of these fractions of my registration data — one biological female with a Singapore birth certificate that clearly shows I’m a mix of two pure Singaporean Chinese races. Only my ex-husband is fully Caucasian. We have no children, I’ve never adopted or given birth. It’s literally just been me. Solo. One. I’m not from China. My mum is not from China, she’s born in Singapore and is in her late 70s, my grandma is pioneer generation Singaporean Hakka. I’ve never worked in China. I’ve nothing to do with China. Singapore is not China, it’s also not in China. Linguistically, neither I nor any of my biological ancestors on either side of my family tree have ever sported an Indian accent because none of us are with Indian bloodlines nor features. It’s 2026, it’s impossible for people to claim not to know the difference.
Whatever the original plan had been, a man was able to insert himself and transferred the whole operation and resources over to himself simply because more resources had been made available to him to a scale 2-3 times larger than what was made available to me for my first project where I would’ve been visible. It simply meant he was able to pay more and have people who would’ve been on my team work for him instead. Furthermore it seemed like he had access to professional armies, the setup had clear hallmarks of military organization not civilian and/or independent non-partisan as most of mine were. So I was rotated out and kept away right from the beginning. It has nothing to do with leadership, talent/objective ability, charisma, nor how meaningful or effective and culturally immortal/relevant my project/s is/are. It was purely about money and resources, and who controls the infrastructure I was brought into — their practices and (lack of) integrity. This registering me as only one fraction of my full identity also meant I was unable to hire any lawyer, have any case logged or followed up on (no case reference, no handover, no official files) with Swiss police or various Authorities/gatekeepers/professionals, even if initially it all seemed to go through or be on track.
I originally had more up here, but decided to remove it to avoid enabling someone to use it and just say she’s me. I’ve never been related to black or brown people aside from having friends.
People can believe and do whatever they want for themselves. As long as they’re not seriously expecting to force me into anything outside of what I’ve agreed.
For what it’s worth, here I come with pen and brush as sword. :>
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