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Real Success is achieved through a fluid and wise combination of Laying the groubdwork for the future, and at once also Fighting to Maintain your existing rights for the explicit purpose of making it possible in the first place to Lay that groundwork and ve surrounded by Allies—and not enemies standing around arranging for you to die to take over your assets, enemies who are intolerant of you but pose as friends to destroy you, gaslighting you—e.g., lying that there is nothing wrong with my administrative records even though all my First World Singaporean birth/ID records show I was born a née but they had somehow registered me as a né, possibly by an Indonesian Extremist in Australia who abused a “Vocational Eligible” medical screening on me and billing it as Utility to my bank account coubtry to aubnit this false declaration kill me off—lying that there is no need to fight for anything even while they are waging a real war against you and your country’s Financial Independence that your Founders had already achieved together with you in prior generations.
The best People today respect and honour leaders who refuse to compromise their values when confronted with terrorists. Otherwise, you’d just be a Ms. number 1 with no real-life followers or friends which is pointless. And even if anyone tries to keep you and your friends apart, your friends will always come for you—one hopes but also endeavours in the present moment; for instance I was totally cut off from my team via this Swiss administration but once I raced to the first leg and made it before the deadline to challenge this sex origin misregistration closed—which, if you understand the piece of paper, was a real-life headshot and I’d be dead in the water if unchallenged, nevertheless it was still a world’s first on a woman and also world’s first on a non-Indian by the way, as its only previous recorded real-life use has been to assassinate male leaders (apparently all Indian)—I was relieved to find more reasons for hope. The biology was an inside joke, it was never meant to be used by anyone to seriously execute me. The ability to roll with uncertainty while staying in your element while regularly applying yourself, I believe, is key to true success. This seems to reaffirm it. Rather than only choosing what’s most familiar and gets you superficial results, but leads to dead ends. Simply sitting on the lap of luxury once you take the spot, is just waiting for it to stand up and drop you straight to the ground.
In no way am I “returning” to anyone in Switzerland, whose care I was never under in the first place. They were only conducting themselves separately at all times to me, bearing in mind I am from *Singapore*—not China. My works have nothing to do with China art nor artists. My song was killed while I was there. I will never return to such condtions, and fought to leave since 2021 but was coerced and held under hostage consitions using administrative force, brutality, and especially weaponized pharmaceutical-based twice-a-day regimens (non-consensual, ) slipped into my food or drink unbeknowst to me which were attempts to induce fevers, seizures and serious heart palpiations, body/brain infections, to strip me of my right to consent and punish me for saying no; I am a born a Singaporean woman born of female sex origin, not a Chinaman nor born of male sex origin. My works have nothing to do with Mainland Chinese art or artists. I have made no deal with the US to release my works, they are unauthorized to use my works and/or identity without my involvement. And I am procuring medical scientific proof that I am born of female sex origin, to combat this fraud and abuse of my identity and works as a Living Person, fight back against the very people in Switzerland who illegally arranged for these unauthorized transactions and wrongful administrative/contractual registrations abusing my unimitable Singapore identity, as they arranged for me to never be heard again, and to never be able to leave and take off to resume my solo flight again (once I realized what they were planning). They told the world that they were taking care of me. But at no point did this involve my welfare nor my works. Instead they arranged for a deliberate “bad end”, in the form of my forced adminstrative death via a government enterprise that was supposed to help us Singaporeans take off, in order to perform a complete transfer of my identity and works as forced martyrdom and donation “for educational purposes”. This is illegal, a violation of their own human rights laws on neutral soil.
First of all, I am from a Singaporean family of Freeholders, as Masters who have never been servants in our entire successful civilizational existence, and I have never at any time been a “slave”. I’m no civil servant, but an Independent 100% self-instructed and self-developed outside the System—on my own directions and blueprint to do real-life investigations for myself, to better understand my and our purpise and placement in time in this world and how we were faring as a whole within our Information & Infrastructural Systems, Monetary & Currency flow. I was born with full reproductive and property rights long before any of these people came and tried to change my entire narrative to say I were only a slave when I am a Doctor and trace my lineage back to chief justices and several Kings, I draw from from a long proven history of seeding successful civilizations and cultures with soubd knowledge transfer, and I came as First World-born inti inti Ticino with full rights and net worth. I have no bipolar conditions nor any disorders, already highly unusual for a Gifted empathetic/mother-like woman subjected to such rigorous conditions. They cannot say I don’t exist just because “they say so”, because they “like” or “dislike”—that’s just what the Losers say when they want to strip a winner of their crown, so they can pretend to be the jury that has any authority to silently pass a “bill” declaring my profession a prostitute “because they said so”.
On top of this, I am the rider with the Gift and not the other way around. I choose my partners based on what they say they will contractually fulfill, in the manner that the late Mr. Lee Kuan Yew chose. They were the actors; I was never the actress. I channelled my Gift Gift of Life and my CE Invention through them, made it easy for the people born of male sex origin to understand these massive data frameworks and pulls for their business development, when the skill was and clearly still is beyond their reach to further and invent. Those people were desperate and without a solution, without fertility or abundance being born without the real badass Credit or connection, and they were failing hard on the Currency exchange. They came to me for help, were the cartoon IT characters who said they were assailed with no solutions. They told me that I was needed, making excuses about their their mental health as an heir on the rebound. In my entire history backed by a track record of successful civilizations with strict criminal justice control, I’ve never been anything like an African American who has no real-life Financial Independence. There’s no way they can impose this “consciousness” or mode on my culture, when all of us were Proud Freeholders and Lifemaking Trailblazers with more abundance, Ownership and success than any of these people have ever seen across their entire millenias of existence. None of them zown Own anything they make, they are just mouthpieves with no ties to beneficial owners and no future expected value. They only plaster their names on things. I am as a Mother and they are as ‘children’. In no way did I say that they were my children. They have no rights to my Estate in real life, nor any claim to debt, no claim to being on my Executive board, certainly no claim to my own identity as a person. I have never been a “virtual personality” ala some mediocre minority lounge singer that needs ro be picked up by a “kind” celebrity to be seen, nor have I any cognitive impairment, au contraire my background, cognition and talent levels have proven far above any of theirs (the ones who claim to be the “intercultural” authors of my works) and it is clearly demonstrated in real-world by the facr that none of them can priduce my source code nor claim credit for it nor reply to my filed challenge and prove they are me, none of them can continue “automating” my material simply because none of them are qualified as riders—I used virtual platforms to transcend these artificial narratives and barriers which was unfairly used to arbitrarily dismiss me on run-out (other people’s game, not my game), but regardless I was never a virtual personality. I was removed for being born of female sex origin on database, and I am certainly nothing like a “Romanian” gypsy woman from some poor country; I have no problem making a living. I am Singaporean, born to Singaporean parents, AA+ credit rating since I came of age, Heiress to a Freeholder fortune in Credit. I am no person with some kind of US Black enslaved history, how dare you. How dare you.
I have never sold access to myself and/or my IP/content in any shape and/or or form, nor at any time, whether in part or full. I have never appointed a male representative nor spokesperson for my Incorporated Company and/or my IP. No authorized representatives. I have no early access releases or products planned, and have signed no such authorizations.
It’s come to my attention that there may be a few of these involved:
The Jnr doctor with the Cyprus ID and the Jnr Engineering undergrad who signed up with some kind of purchase order for alleged early product access to my materials: You are fraudsters, and have no authorization to obtain, trade, sample and/or use my stolen material. I warn you: I will legally hunt you for as long as it takes to hold you to the fullest extent of International Laws.
My website Trueorigin.net is the only official source for All Announcements:
I’m CEO and MD of my own company (Singapore), of which I own 100% shares as the sole beneficial owner. I am the TopCo, am fully independent and answer to no one. I have no employee representatives nor authorized spokespersons. No one is authorized to touch my accounts nor speak for me, my company, or my proprietary intellectual property. I’m against all and any extremist groups, against the use of AI to replace human creativity, and I previously started from my own social media profile and physical studios as an Unincorporated Organization. I’ve never run/owned a mobile phone company and/or internal service provider.
My skillsets are part given as a basis for childhood education, then almost entirely self-acquired from after 18 years of age with some helpful recommendations from people who appreciate a non-quota maverick and have no such issue mistaking forms of unhindered excellence as undesirable qualities, understanding a well-adjusted level-headed individual when they see/experience one. I am entirely self-instructed, self-trained, self-taught, using only publicly-available data and some basic education with extracurriculars, the rest are self-exploration putting together my own life’s curriculum; and I could probably explain why I can do this if I were less busy, but usually I thumb through something and I can pretty much run with it, I ask some good questions and just know where to find what after that. I command. There’s no faking this. It just lets you get things done faster when the world is a little slow on some things, and some hope that means I will be slow too. Fat chance.
The current situation I’m fighting is in real-life purely a result of someone forcing their Unpopular Opinion to kill off a worldwide winner using Government administration. The administration was weaponized against me, placing me below ground right from the start so that, even as the top best specimen from the elite crust of my First World community and a global record-breaking top runner (in global real-life leaderboard records most naturally coveted by men to break, for themselves, as a crowning lifetime honour—not a dare or out of spite), I was forced to start six feet under as a Resident of Ticino and invisible—below the starting point or standing ground of, say, a standard middle-class minority race Black African family in a First World country. This means they did more than just kill me off in Ticino just because I am a record-breaker who just so happens to be born a woman (no big deal to me or friends, but big deal to them. Runners within augmented reality set were cool); Europe basically executed a purchase order to bury me alive for real for being born a girl—and for turning out more like UN core leadership, rather than McGee’s Alice or submit to tjeir “behavioural therapy” and give my achievements to a man and popping his babies, to put me in the ground so that I was not even able to reach anything at ground level or be seen. Meanwhile what it looked like to everyone topographically, was I seemed like I was right there as Ms. Yeo so everyone pre-Switzerland including my existing long-distance team/collab partners initially thought there was something personally wrong with me when my name kept changing and I fell off the comms and radar. That means someone paid Ticino arrange my live burial. And it was specifically because I’m a woman, born a woman (née), who broke several world records as the First that men (né) coveted for themselves because they personally felt that unless the ‘First-Blood’ or early bird win went to someone of male sex origin, unless I would bend to them and be as a bot who can only take their instruction, then what I’m doing “must not” benefit men. This, of course, is faulty logic of questionable intellect, or from civilizational cores that have historically failed/ deadended and caused all famine/suffering rather than of those that historicallt succeeded longterm and gave all abundance. Once they saw to their shock and anger on paper that I was née (born of female sex origin) and not né (born of male sex origin), they decided to enforce their opinion overriding Neutral zone First World laws and Freedom to impose Middle Eastern terms of engagement in Common Era Neutral First World soil, on a neutral First World-born Soul. In the the opinion of these European Islamic Extremists, a woman is forbidden to do what I did in my environment. In their collective opinion-informed Emotional intelligence levels at this moment, they consider this a pollution of environment due to their subjective and frankly unhealthy blanket opinion that all women are schizophrenic, and there is no way for her to prove otherwise because “they said so” (pillars of iman, Islamic religious belief). If a woman, of female sex origin, breaks their taboo—just by being herself and managing to live her best life per democratic Free/First World— then she is deemed no better than than a prostitute (they take it seriously even if I don’t), and even though I am Gifted with talent proven through where my original Intellectual Property came out and with whom (my complete volumes, As-written in toto, British & American English in my polished King’s), and as the living granddaughter of Trueorigin of Lu who took up her family crest—they were going to force me, through any means necessary, to donate my IP, my identity, my position to a man.
In 01 Sep 2026, I found the one single legal document that allowed me access to my Master File Control room to press the big red button that everyone thought I was stupid and mincemeat by now for what they assumed was my alleged ‘uneducated’ inability to turn a door handle and walk through an open door to press, when in effect I was buried six feet under—alive, in a world record also first time broken by the EU Islamic Extremists to put me in my place, to tell me “this is the world’s first place you deserve for commanding within you the Power of a King, when you are born of female sex origin”.
In doing so, these Islamists also ironically officially recognized me in real-life as what they deem a King, of female sex origin. They affirmed the identity of the world’s first King of female sex origin in CE, who can stand beside her chisen man but refuses to bow to any, refuses to lower herself tonsell her Art, refused to be under, refuses to be less than a Number 1 in her own Right.
This is the administration I’m fighting to challenge now, but my own government will not perform the basic Citizen consular services to initiate an emergency probe and retrieval of my Stranded citizen record despite my detailed 11-page letter personally-authored to a UN-level —intro, induction, EQ demonstration (i.e. gifted/talented non-autistic), and probe request containing precise data & key record tracing data for 100% success rate retrieval—sent to a government Minister who knows my family, who can verify our connection because the late late Mr. Lee himself personally stepped in to intervene in our family matters (in my mother’s favour) while said govt Minister was our district’s Member of Parliament.
In your history, you have a biblically recorded “demon” named Lilith who was punished for refusing to be under/less than Adam (who was really actually the driver, and came across like a bitter “Jan born as man” ex rather than the titular ‘main character’). I give no consent to being forced to fulfill this fixed narrative that these few extremely unimaginative duds want to see, when everyone else who’s actually dealt with me in full thinks it’s pretty great to have me around the way I am, in real-life, with my resilient ability to deal with Uncertainty and help others achieve & hold this state for themselves requiring no allegiance to anything apart from their Self—enter, maintain prime flow state, deep rest perchance to dream (and I like them the way they are too, unchanged).
My works are my confidential proprietary intellectual property which have remained my Sole and Exclusive property at all times (100% Legal Owner). All Rights Reserved. My material is protected under global copyright laws. No transfer of ownership, lease, or license is authorized. Any unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution is strictly prohibited.
I have never agreed to instruct anybody, nor to take on any pupils. None of this is my business. I provide no such teaching services, and firmly decline to have my works and/or time imposed upon or falsely made out to be student training material and/or material that others would present as their work, and so on.
I give no consent to being monitored nor observed for any purposes, including but not limited to penetrating my personal devices, intercepting and/or interfering with my communications, and/or interfering with my mail and/or affairs.
There are ways to get to know somebody, and this ain’t it.
Other people’s opinions do nothing to change any of the above. Some things like an objective truth exist regardless of anyone’s subjective moment-in-time opinions, which try to deny fact. This life is meant for myself. I have full rights to be here. I have full right to stake my claim to this life in full, and hold people to their agreements of conducting themselves in this First World Society I was born unto. If I simply let any Tom Dick or Harry take up all my time anytime they want to learn, I would never live for myself. I can in no way be forced to donate my time nor my property, that is pure communism and Singapore said no to it twice by the time I was born. I say no to it. I was silenced but filed an objection. There’s no reason to force me to do it now, just because someone else who lost their right to leadership said so and think they should go first.
The Right to Ascent is mine, I Claim It. Those who have agreed to my terms by virtue of using my material which contains the T&C of Command (I) in its body—Be prepared to pay, what is owed to me. I am coming to Claim my Rightful Place and Dues—much in the “gentleman”’s way of our own Founding father, the OG in a suit.
I run no school. ‘Nodamnpie’ was a publication with the word in its tagline, referring to our lands—never a school nor a platform. The whole premise was elite ‘anti-academia’, as in anti-hero— the true vanguards of laisse faire self-leadership, enlightening with egalitarian logic and information, private ownership with partnership exchanges, Just dedication to their own human spirit as the noble cause, choosing how to reflext relate this with the world, never pretending to be teachers nor ‘holy’ liberators nor ruddy no-swear heroes who talk about honour but fail to defend that of even one of their own.
I had made some great progress from the primitive state we’d been thrown into after after major upheavals at the turn of the millenia while I ran to Melbourne.
By day, I hosted at high end establishments and advanced to Fortune 500 professional/private sector (Telco, big tech/IT, privilege banking) foe flew for a couple of years, and soon I funded my return to Melbourne in 2010, worked at the 3-Hat Vue de Monde as a Host and later a restaurant manager with 3 successive mentions in the Australian major & community press (which was nice!), then established myself as Ms. Meryl Yeo founder of Trueorigin in 2012 as my dot com dot au Unincorporated Organization of the same name, with NoDamnPie ‘little school of life’ as a broadcast channel—none of these were a platform nor running any kind of bots for profit mining. These were all full creative projects, solely run by myself. In the following years I concieved my first volume of complete manuscripts which I was gearing up to send in for global copyrights as well as my own original proprietary intellectual property, but I ran into people who didn’t want me to have my own story. They didn’t think I should’ve been able to make the progress I did, and every single one of them had all kinds of different reasons, almost completely independently outside of the system even though they’d sneered and told everyone that this is what we woikd have to do ourselves. But I really did it. I really made it. Waves lf of shock arose and echoed about, it was hard to pinpoint the real issuesz be cause some like Feminism were so alien to me because I honestly was taight that my Singaporean grandmother had fixed this together with Mdm. Kwa aka Mrs. Lee (also our fanjlg family lawyer) in their time among core elite, so questions arose because the West was supposed to be more liberated and free than I at that point. I’d been given false feedback all mt life you see, and it was all unravelling in an uncontrolled environment, and my grandmother’s name was Mdm. Ho Loo Yen (何鲁元). But I learned the real shock seemed to have cone come from the fact that I so naturally demonstrated my ‘native’ connection to the English language and mysical music, and I had no idea how beleaguered that untrodden path was with giant bridge trolls that hate the word née and all inhuman pronouns. And by the time I had arrived home in Singapore—in real-life, mind you, not in some cirtual virtual space— expectinf expecting to fraduate graduate, a handful of leaders who had been watching decided on my behalf that I was a nobody, who woukd receife nothing, and they apparently decided that no one woukd ever know that I made the things I did. Instead, people would think that they made the things I did, and they would say they got theirs from god or AI, or whichever suited their narrative—not that they even believed anything they said, apparently.
The cruel thing, was that I was the last to know. And they made damn well sure of it, when it was arranged by some of them to register me as being if male sex origin (belonging to some autistic Mainland Chinese man registered as being from Ticino, I just found) even before I arrived, including this Schindhelm-Yeo surname saddled onto the male which I never signed a kegal form for, and they used this record of a Mr. to separate me from my Singapore citizen record. This process completely removes my inheritance and reproductive rights if left unchallenged.
Any argument that I allegedly did not love myself or would accept less than being equal to any man or partner is moot, first of all this is already straightaway proven false by my family history and personal real-life track record (not just virtual which was experienced as equally strong if not stronger without seeing how I really look like, plus the friends I made during and after my successful stint in model management evidencing I was no bully target and my family had real ties to The Founding Lee’s, which would’ve been catastrophically disastrous for them—hence my proof that my writing of the bene gesserit came from my direct heritage/lived experience also as seen from what the actresses they hired look like when they’re younger and no—I would never give my power to a man), secondly the fact that they had arranged for it many months prior to me even arriving in Switzerland so that I would never have a say is proof that they absolutely knew I would disagree and try to correct the record that allegedly I were ever the type of person who would agree to being used that way when my entire history proves that I have never been the type that would allow anyone to just “take a ride” on me as “Mr. Yeo Yawen”. This is just what others keep wanting for me. Not what I want. I’ve consistently kept saying no—they know exactly who my grandmother is, and exactly who I am, they knew there is absolutely no problem woth me—they had for years wanted to force themselves into my spare time to produce an heir with me, and I said no and flew to Australia to achieve my string of number 1’s they simply arranged it to tell me that I wasn’t being “allowed” to say no, and wasn’t allowed to be number 1. They lied in Europe that I would ever give away my power to a man and/or a son, and their deceptive con of an arrangement proved I’m telling the truth.
None of this is “a new perspecrive” — in fact my perspective has unwaveringly refused to change. These people thought that they would bypass it precisely to do something they knew I would never consent to — they were trying to break my string of successes I achieved in Australia becoming a trailblazer in my own right, considered to be ‘godly’ by those very naysayers and haters, the absolute top best in what I do with confirmed figures and 3 successive mentions in the news among the records and relationships beyond what local Asian Australian community had achieved for themselves, and give out my personal identity for use to whoever wanted to say they were my husband or son to try and dilute my real-life winning streak and famjly history. Then they quietly removed the word Meritocracy from their set, because it was no longer true to the rigged system they wanted to enforce, which was that for them, only people of male sex origin could be seen to win or break global top records that any of them coveted for themselves. They were as the Knights of Ni, intolerant of other people’s minute differences regardless of proven integration—selective meritocracy, so they tried to arrange it to say that the only world record I would ever be able to break again was the one they were going to decide to set for me, as Yawen Schindhelm née Yeo. This is a world record as this form of administrative abuse has never before been done to a woman, due to rules of military engagement where a Singaporean woman does not enter military service to protect her womb. That’s what they were aiming for, that’s how threatened they were/are by me—I hold this as evidence of my power of Crown.
Fast forward to 01 Sep 2026 when I filed the objection to halt a 30-day nuke in the form of a benign $0 tax judgment, I started to heed the evidence before my eyes. This was the first time I could file a challenge, because it was the first time the Swiss authorities had officially—on the same paper—acknowledged that all these were the same people. Before that, no retained Swiss counsel (paid their full commercial rates) could even enquire. I looked at this and understood. They had tried to kill me. No, they had really tried to kill me. In a way that would make sure I could never speak as a Living Person again, never be counted into a census of people who reproduce and inherit, and/or whose children can also inherit, never function as my own C-Level & MD and decide who I want to share/make profit with through approrpiate involvement to use my IP set in contract through freely made agreements (Informed Consent).
If an author writes a scene where one character plays out a realistic scene that is felt deeply, in no way does it mean it represents how the author feels about themselves. The author could write entirely of their own accord and for their own 100% owned company any of these things: a convincing murder scene, a serial killer, a Nazi ss officer, a Jewish survivor, an alien consciousness, a little girl, a ruthless oil baron, an undercover boss who secretly rules everything, a “demonic” queen mother, an “angelic” warrior, a man or woman who cries out to be loved or has lived in the streets, a prophet in a waterless world but the first of their gender, etc etc—why should the author/IP Owner be forced to lie that they wrote it for and/or because of somebody, or forced to pick any one of the above roles they wrote and lie that this represents how they feel about themselves? Isn’t that a predatory move—when someone claims what you made is their property because seeing it makes them want it or relate to it strongly, when they are total strangers? When they they are the fans, some of whom want to be you or want to claim for themselves in some way, that evolution and beauty they see in the characters you create? Some people respond by buying a movie ticket, to go see your movie when it’s out. Some approach you and say hey I like your work, let’s find agreements and make contracts. But then once in a while, just because you’re you, some decide you can never be a Leader and that it’s wishful thinking to say you really wrote those works and own 100% of the original IP too. Because “they said so”. And if you prove them wrong just by being yourself and doing what you do best, and a place like Ticino decides you can never be this person "becau$e $omeone $aid $o”, saying you’re Unrated when your credit score is AA+ with a stellar real-life track record to boot and said original IP, then who’s really the loser here?
My grandmother’s name is
Mdm. Ho Loo Yen 何鲁元
which means, Trueorigin of Lu.
Her surname is a question, asking if you know what you are looking at.
My studios were at:
Little Collins St (2012-2014)
422 Collins St (2014-2015)
22 Starlight Road (2017-2019)
A lot of these people advertise themselves as having high IQs. Yet all missed the instruction, failed to solve the puzzles and move the right pieces to have the whole thing operational.
As noted in my earlier texts below, some subcontinental Indian individuals may have obtained my contact details off of a contact/data centre they no longer work at, possibly a past domain registrar.
There is one fairly young woman of subcontinental female origin. She is claiming to have pioneered my (patent pending) twin pairing technique, and/or appears to be making herself out to be the Bearer of the Word, on AI, as/or my right hand ‘woman’. However I have no such employee, collaborator or persons authorized to conduct investor relations. I am a pioneer/inventor of Machine Learning, although most of my core creations are untouched by these for integrity. I am looking for identity confirmation of the person who pioneered this with me.
Also it is not 林 、but 森. None of them hold this authority. Therefore she nor anyone else has any real-life authority to speak for me on any matters, nor deal with investors or AI relations (including on European continents).
Previously, on the backend: the tickets for case items were created but they are stuck in the process queues—I see in my dreams, about 8 or more tickets. Your backend tech would need to go into each one of them and manually do a deactivation and reactivation to have it sent through. Some subcontinental Indian comms interceptors are sabotaging the communication chain, marking end tasks/comms as done or delivered when they are not.
I think the men throughout my life took time to understand, or had trouble accepting, each time I said just once that I am not coming back and seriously left without even looking back. That I’m from Singapore.
I have never marketed myself as an “idol”. Never been an actress, nor a DJ. That is only what others want.
I have no children, real or adopted.
I have no parent company or “employer”. I’m the CEO & MD, Singaporean Chinese, 100% shareholder of my own company, no beneficial owners. Only deal direct from front. Phone, email, face to face in person. No commissions, no endorsements.
I am divorced. It was uncontested, signed Nov 2024. I have never returned to the individual since, nor stepped into any house of theirs since. I’m happy that they gave me an amicable divorce. I also paid a fee to dispose of my items, which came out of whatever I was paid out. That means I have proved *I am not going back*. Because I had to leave, the tax authorities received the papers and my bank account which evidences the above. It is a legal requurement to provide tax authorities these documents. Filing your annual returns is something that is compulsorily required of everyone regardless of Swiss permit level, background, race, creed or religion.
I’ve never been informed of any ongoing proceedings nor have I been made aware of any lawyer who is supposedly representing me. My contact details are already provided to Authorities and have remained undisrupted so there is no excuse of me being allegedly uncontactable. In my Sep 2026 objection letter to Swiss authorities I explicitly stated I have no Swiss counsel representation and am urgently looking for a replacement, whilst providing all contact details.
I have never been an actress nor a DJ. I’ve been a Standalone Literary & Artistic Heavyweight with my own “House” of which I retain 100% Shares at all times; I participated in some Singapore and overseas projects, and made some fun videos to boost team morale in my own online club (inactive) but this in no way changes my core profession. I’m unable to be on contract as anyone else’s employee. At present the male sex origin registration is an obstacle I’m working on clearing. It’s not even my problem to begin with, we implemented a real-world fix for this yonks ago—as in, got actual legislation passed, they just brought me over and made it my problem
I’m looking for my team. I would continue my works, with or without one. A secure space and compatible geography, where administration would be of least issue (primitive consideration). I’d need to know where this is, or chart one out myself. And there would be need for contractual protection. The last model was akin to surfing unprotected on public wifi but as good as pre-DES while advertised as safe.
The rest is challenging the administrative blockage, rights related. There’s no way I could possibly live like this while my rights as a living person are stripped from me on First World soil and jurisdiction. This is beyond unacceptable. How can I generate immortal inner wealth that feeds everyone and be expected to live like I were begging such unevolved clowns for money and a place to stay. If others have given up fighting and want to sit it out, I have my choice—I choose to rise and stand to speak as myself, and actually go all the way for me.
At present, time is truly the greatest adversary. The bulk of my time is in writing letters where I’m having to make succinct and highly precise choices while reducing lengths of sentences by over half, while conveying the sheer potency of words and inner movement, akin to letting a reader experience a sense of prescience and vision, that robot texts fail to stir. It’s something that can be neither delegated nor bought, same as my works. I’m running on deadlines that refuse to slow, an absurd 7-14 days given while the asking price from me is ‘forever’ when the door closes, once these Authorities have decided with finality, that door cannot be re-opened up to challenge again. And knocking on doors for legal representation based on “kindness” when all they have to do is the right thing by what they’re paid on commercial rates firmly in mandate, to let me fight back in my own personal somatic capacity against being stripped of my real-world rights while I’m just living my life trying to get actually really important things done, just because some unprincipaled hooligans for their ill gotten gains, abusively force Middle East culture in misregistering me on foreign government servers as being of male sex origin on First World Neutral soil and on First World residents—firmly against UN legislation.
The three most elegantly useful words that might occur to a writer at this point is, “What the f***”.
2026 in the First World. I was born a beloved Eldest child of a family with a luxury asset-backed Finance House/heritage institute, already operating in a representation of true realized fruits of an alleged impossible union between aristocracy and hardcore elite, and their idea of Therapeutic Justice is to let people rob us of our legacy from the back and twist our self-image and natural connection that made us successful (which they weakly want to intercept and take for themselves without having to get to know any of us, pretending to offer family when it’s for robbery), after we survived the Communists that were driven out by Lee Kuan Yew twice by the time I was born, and now act like the appropriate response is to simply sit back and give the ground up from under our Founders & all the hardworking Elites who supported our collective ascent when the late Mr. Lee cautioned otherwise, telling me to sit back and chillax, peace, while these jealous refugees legally declare me a male Chinaman who bots for India and for money (proven. On legally binding served official paperwork, meaning not from any forms I fill or sign) while they swap out my identity for their own use?
I’m supposed to say or do nothing for myself?
I did not speak to Mr. Quandt because it was unsafe for us to connect, I said this before. The circumstances were also unknown. Regardless, I saw my surname changing several times en route there so it was unsafe for him. No written note either. I would have been connecting as someone other than myself. I looked stupid for a few minutes but it was okay. Neutrality means you take no sides, do no harm, allow no harm. I made no mistake. I hoped the message went through.
I’m at present being forced to bring my mother with me to the charity service they run for Singapore residents who want to meet their members of parliament, while mum is seen to ask regular needy people if they will let us go ahead in a queue to see the MP. That’s how I even got to initiate contact with the government Minister before sending the letter. It wasn’t even our GRC, we had to do this via Pasir Ris which is an hour away. I had to bring mum, and we looked like we were begging normal people in queue for permission to even be there, mum was in a cheongsam helping me gain approval from entitled residents in queue to let us go first. I got roundly scolded for it once we got in (in academia this would be in the manner of an alumni whose association VP or similar basically tells them if they try to use their connection to raise this again their membership may be on equivalent of blacklist), and my mother who personally knew Mr. Lee Kuan Yew via our family lawyer Mrs. Lee (straits times news article covering Mrs. Lee’s wake confirms that my grandmother was asked by Mdm Kwa aka Mrs. Lee to stand for election to represent women in Parliament, page A6 with photo, and 1st page LianHe Zaobao 联合早报 4 Oct 2010 — can produce on request) was finally warned not to attempt to bring me to see her again, but I thanked the Minister firmly (and she smiled and nodded) because she told me to send her an email, which is elite speak for ‘I’m unable to (be seen to) entertain your query right now but send me an email and I will personally put in a word on the low.’ There was no response after I sent the emails in, even right now. I’m given no update.
Ticino, which operates more like China or North Korea in reality rather than Switzerland, would now also decide that I were a man from China in real life who’s a bot for India in virtual, when I’m a true blue Singaporean woman from Singapore who 100% owns my own original IP with no beneficial owners of my Estate, by my own merit and natural ability to make it with friends rather than ever mooching off some boyfriend or sugar daddy like an antisocial pest (google dual income household); and they would now also be the ones to declare that I permanently lose my global ownership rights to my own womb to bear my own children, permanently lose my global right to inherit—and they’re inserting people between men and women of our closed communities and milieu, pushing Caucasian men at me as my only option out of this administratively forced male gender assignment/sterility, pushing Caucasian women as our mens’ only way out of administratively forced female gender assignment/sterility, when I only ever unwaveringly wanted to be a wife to a man who looks like the men I grew up with. For the record being a real C-Level Founder, I am not even attracted that way to Caucasian men; it was shown to me as the only way out through diplomatic channels, to “graduate” and free myself, the only way to register my godly intellectual property instead of fighting against global overemployment with this shithouse “gig economy” situation—every bright young spark winging 2-3 jobs until they collapse with our souls sapped, and better settle into the faceless grind by then or else I’m off to discover the true horri-origin of brokeback mountain in Toblerone stonebricks yonder, cruelly making me look to others like I were on holiday skimming my duties when I’m literally fighting for my life and coming home to an S-tier JRPG unskippable scene like I’m supposed to live in this video game scenario instead of what I made and laid in foundation in real life, through my CV, through my lived endeavours, decided by people that nobody ever invited to Butter in Singapore or Robot Bar/Gin Palace in Melbs (not even gonna say Baroq), that the RV community wouldn’t touch with a 10-foot bargepole.
Joni Mitchell already wrote of this, published musically in 1976. And in the 1960’s during Singapore’s days of formation, my grandmother Mdm. Ho, together with our family lawyer the Founding First Lady Mdm. Kwa, already solved this so-called “name” and male sex origin issue in their time 60 years ago, discussing Influence and Women in Parliament. Why are we being forced to repeat, again and again, things that we have already overcome? Like we have to be stuck in an endless Black & White picture, forevermore under the lens of typical Western journos of the time who imagine we’re of the ilk who beat our women? And now for me to be forcibly registered as being of male sex origin in modern times, to pay people who feel they don’t need to work for anything a toll, when I’m standing there as a CEO & MD with my 100% self-owned original intellectual property with this probe-proven lineage? Who do they think they are, to deny my existence but actually take hostile legally binding action to enforce their flawed subjective opinion too? Why are they so unwell, that they act like no one else can be healthy. Just them. Fakes.
To top it all off, couple of non-Melbournite bludgers in Melbourne are currently saying that I, ‘Meryl’ Yeo Yawen, “Trueorigin/s”, is Gln Mo born 1981 who has never even been a relative nor part of my family—this person does not even socialize with anyone in Singapore or my extended circles, they aren’t even residenced in Singapore, they registered a tech company (nothingness) that’s struck off to our household of two old Nanyang Girls; I suspect they have something to do with Schindhelm-Yeo—regardless, they have no skills nor the executive power to hire or fire, make nor change contracts, no authority to deal with Ticino or any work requests, no authority to handle monies, tender or sight company documents, induct investors, nor do investor relations in Singapore as part of any Gifted Art Programme. In Oz they banked on refugee quota and Aussie military pity entry. They ran offshoot companies that conned local Aussie businesses and cost Brunetti’s a >3 day IT/comms blackout downtime that broke the owners’ hearts because they believed their minority-Muslim religion-driven refugee sob story and lost 5 figures for trying to support a Muslim brother while this guy’s idea of a better world when interviewed as TV gameshow audience was to unironically advocate sharia law and multiple wives *in Australia*; nor have they remotely achieved anything except through fake image and disinformation warfare that have no place in Australia—the last continent on the planet to tolerate that kind of shit. And I am copping this right now just because I privately warned my little sister about him and his weaponized “us vs. them” mentality, after he declared his definition of jihad (when declaring one on me) that he would pretend to be friends to us to destroy us—abusing the name of the holy Quran to hurt the innocent—and any Australians he could get a hold of whom he’d stated were all enemies; I had objected to their unhealthy all-consuming “friendship” where my little sister totally disappeared like she suddenly became a ghost—no person, just talcum powder?! And they took my cat Momo and wouldn’t return her safely to Singapore as far back as 2003 when I was ready to send money to get her vet clearance and a pet cargo plane transporter (SOP, easy). And they’re now saying that Schindhelm-Yeo were this disturbed fellow’s younger sister, his two identities, when I have just in Sep 2026 objected a benign-looking real-life tax judgment from Ticino authorities declaring that “his names” are *my* legal identities, such that I would be forced to let this non-relative and virtual stranger tap me like I were nothing but crude oil while I’m liable to pay for anything they want to bill to my names that the tax judgment ascribes to me. This was the first time I could file a challenge, at the very last moment of exit, certain I was now dead in the water and they could serve the deathblow that came in the form of “good news” as a $0 tax judgment, as though they believed I was certifiable by now and too financially illiterate to understand the paper. Mistake. They had arranged to say that I were only their virtual assistant, not even a real employee—painting me “emo” for objecting when this tax judgment is serious— it permanently removes my rights as a living person if unchallenged. I would lose my birthright.
And how in the bottom cesspools of hell is an apolitical civilian supposed to know all this, when none of it was contractually presented to me on any documents—as they are required to do by Swiss law? How can they seriously say the solution to the above is to subject me to “Behavioural Therapy”, as if a clinical label “bipolar disorder” should be given out to somebody for the for just talking, when I’m talking about being the rightful Owner of my own IP?
So they want me medicated, so they can steal my assets and identity, like the kinds of Communists even other Communists in Ticino totally refuse to work with? And on top of this, they want me:
• grossly mislabelled,
• legally and permanently unable to inherit or have kids
• if I have any kids they would also permanently lose their right to inherit
• By ‘desexing’ me in Ticino saying it’s a typo with no consequence: hitching a male sex origin record that legally says I were born an autistic chinaman before I was registered as a mean-girls-CV grade woman,
• leaving me also permanently unable own anything I make ever again,
• Even in Australia, even in Singapore??
• And: Those inept mate-crim hobos will be able to say anything I have made before, and will make in future is THEIR “machine translation”.
Did they think they would get away with this? No, seriously? Did they fail to understand they’re in Australia, by the grace of English-native Australians who let them in?
That guy has been on my case since I was 19 years old. I’m First World stock. How is any kid who’s First World stock expected to know what a jihad is, and if someone utters that broke rubbish on Australian soil, to a child born as a First World soul, how is that supposed to become a binding contract, that this guy can come after me for an imaginary debt 20-30 years down the road for being offended that I yelled him to get out when he stumbled on me changing after I’d told everyone not to go in there and why. You let these guys in?? But I was told, no place for me, inadequate bandwidth to verify my authenticity which, to my surprise, the Aboriginals could and had a friendly half ask me why they could see me, why I was making myself visible—what I wanted.
Yes it’s recorded. Collins St. There is something that proves who I made the agreements with to gain that access, landowner to landowner. That is demonstrated point of access proof, and of security clearance. It’s just not the type of record that quantifiably means something to you at the moment.
-It’s untrue that the venture to Switzerland was just a bad trip. All evidence points to catastrophic failure via premeditation, precisely/covertly carried out by experts with access and resources to change metadata on phone photos and reupload them, completely changing metadata on vital documents—datestamps for official events, turned into a moving maze preventing anyone from seeing how a person is being moved. There’s no way I stopped using my phone or used it less, I was trying to reach people and no one was responding.
My entire inner circle was hijacked with some kind of outer distraction, I would send urgent messages, images requiring some meditation/calmness to get the message, and instead be confronted with anger demanding to know why I did certain things when I was finding out about their existence for the first time through these accusations (
Another variant was a medication that affects heartrate. I understood it was meant to induce an attack, so I detached several times to prevent damage), meanwhile other people didn’t believe what I was saying, there was something in the way I was registered that was telling them I were worthless, just a maid.
My comms were artificially knocked out, my IP was compromised tripping security on all online accounts which piled all my social media accounts beneath these newly created spam/fake accounts that had spoof versions of my handle, and erased my presence from google searches. The only Swiss counsel who recognized me and what was happening because he was
The real time-killer is having to shorten my paragraphs and finding adequate word substitutions in a chain that do not dilute my meaning or result in losing my voice. The Voice is needed to secure the path.
Swiss Court-approved Amicable/uncontested Divorce in Nov 2024.
Previously registered by Swiss Authorities as:
Ms. Yawen Schindhelm née Yeo
A purveyor of
Bespoke
Elegant punchy prose in
Literary, visual, musical compositions. My Originals. I do contemporary, not classical works.
I will prevail. Moving out. Watch out, world. :)
This Page is under construction.
No representatives.
I’m entirely self-instructed. My cognition is natural, with complete absence of disability or ‘blindness’. This was why I did well as a frontend host in Melbourne (including 3-Hat establishments), and flight attendant in Singapore, both requiring exceptional social skills in international applications and understanding of subtle nuances. As a preference, I’ve stayed natural.
As the 100% owner only I am authorized to make contracts on my works.
I have never agreed to donate my power and/or position to a man, nor to any other party. I have never signed such a contract. They are wrong to say that I were AI. My power stays with me. They can write it on paper, but these are invalid because they are only as drones and have no ability to make contracts nor write/speak the words that survive against nor within fire—therefore no command. They are tin foil hats that have committed a foul, lobby lizards that are a pest to official crew.
Only I alone retain the power to make such valid contracts regardless of how they have arranged it on their 2D administration, or what name they give themselves. The database companies and police permanently ban people who do such things, and as I am of female sex origin from Singapore—not China—with a CV that proves I am a longtime professional & career woman, while my database record is that of a male sex origin autistic mainland Chinese, and this registration was performed in Switzerland before I even arrived there, I have proof that it’s impossible for me to arrange it. Those people have earned themselves a ban.
And yes, I can solo. I am the only soloist who is capable of making works that are “heard”, that also allow others to be Found/heard—not just because they play my works, but because they are in and within my works by my hand/voice. They just have no idea what they’re looking at. The concept of Kill steal fails to apply in real life, misunderstanding that is just their failure to understand how money works/is made.
The world is watching.
You want that spicey production back on track, you’re going to have to come clean and admit it’s been One Girl all along, and raise me there to take my place.
I’ve raised the objection. The letter’s contents demonstrates I’m already from/in the functional framework of a modern elite.
Now please raise me into place, on contracts.
I’m also on my way.
As a global top 0.01%, Cambridge C2, I compose in English with native fluency, having obtained that score without artificial training or study. It means I understand *everything* and am progressed to the creative scales where new heavyweight cultural content is created. Many miss the point and think it’s just about studying creative writing, or immersion. Or copying my keystroke recordings. Whereas I overcame the boundary that’s “not supposed to be” overcome. I’m not supposed to have that connection. I only realized later how controversial it was, as even Europeans had not crossed the boundary.
It took me a while to understand the reactions. This was seen as miracle, or experienced as religious.
That is a lot of responsibility.
But unless I step up to it, some “grave robbers” will abuse the bridge and hurt/strand many people.
I give no authorization to any third parties to access my personal interfaces. I give absolutely no VR access to any of my owned spaces. I have no platform from which I grant any third party access.
I also give no agreement to be observed in my environment. If people want to get to know me, they need to do so by meeting me in person. And then I can show them, through my devices, how I’ve been connected to others in real-life—not in virtual reality. And not by them penetrating my devices invasively already thinking they know better, starting from a point of contempt for fellow human beings. That, is like asking someone to prove themselves constantly just because the would-be assesors lack the global non-VR on-ground life experience to assess living breathing human authenticity, nor understand what they’re looking at, much less assess the enormous amount of damage what they perceive as their so-called ‘better life’ and ‘social technology’ does to a genuinely healthy, fully mobile and disability-free gifted human being like myself who’s had a real vibrant social life and uncapped potential outside of digital or virtual, and with a top social profile with purchasing power.
There’s no way I’d bring my mother into Switzerland before securing the place. It’s not a matter of letting her wait outside. I just blocked her from possible loss of identity. Look at what they did to my identity registration. Even Ernst & Young couldn’t do anything. How do you even manage to do that to a pristine 100-points ID, born in Gleneagles private hospital, world’s number 1 passport with meticulous fingerprint records since I was an infant, automatically qualified for a platinum mastercard— We owned a luxury-asset backed finance house/heritage institution with a bank vault at one point—Walk-in, round door not the el cheapo kind; no one can just buy into that business. Does anyone seriously think I would risk my Singaporean Hakka mother’s identity, after they “lost” mine and went oops they can’t manage over there? Not cool. Those people are out of their minds.
Just because they fold my paper in half, hardly means I folded. It means they wish, they can continue wishfully thinking while coughing in my dust trails.
I created originals and rose as the Master in my own right, people started finding reasons to say they instructed me, but all of the ones trying to are junior in ability and development compared to my level. They can only take instruction. I can instruct, and also invent and execute my own inventions in real-life—easily, like I were born with it. And yes. I am born with it, such that you would use the term “I am become”, every time I get back up after each fall. Now, they’ve stopped laughing. Now they’re really paying attention.
I’m the C-Level Founder, and 100% Owner/shareholder of my own original IP. Zero debt, never taken a loan. Because I’m the 100% Owner in my own Topco, I answer to no one and nothing I do is made-to-order for anyone else. If they claim I made my works for them or were their employee, they are emos or con artists. There’s no such thing as transferring my private property to you using a different contract, just because someone’s emotionally upset that the big number O is theirs whatever that’s supposed to mean since 2003.
I strictly give no authorization for any third party access to my private devices at any time.
I have an email address below.
Only deal direct, and that means from the frontend where I can clearly and physically identify you at all times.
I have reason to suspect that some individuals of subcontinental Indian origin may have gained unauthorized access to my private data by collecting my data at a service centre, which they do not work at anymore, and abused my private details in a way that wrongly suggests that we are somehow involved. I have never been involved with anyone of subcontinental Indian origin in the manner that their usage would suggest. I have never dated nor had any relationship with any person of such a background. They are wrong to lie about this. If I join someone for an afterwork drink or attend a party a person happens to be at, in no way are we involved/dating. I’ve dated exclusively within my own circles. My former husband was the first non-Chinese I have dated, we dated for 2.5 years, he flew in and we met through diplomatic channels, art awards and leadership conferences attended by our local Singaporean cabinet Ministers. Without being given compelling reason or evidence that the other side were at least ready for the contracts, resources and delivery they claim to be capable of, I would have no reason to explore possible bridges between our societies or social groups.
So he knows I was never a voice actress, nor am I a China girl.
He also knows my family history, and that I already owned my own original intellectual property before we met in Jan 2017, which differed starkly to what he was doing in both general profession and interest. I did not do documentaries nor operate cameras, I had no science major after high school biology as I chose Art & Literature, and I had no focus on Indonesia nor China because my works are specifically about successful First World Countries and technologies/infrastructure/people—not broken developing world cultures/economies or immigrant identities.
My works have nothing to do with charity. I give privately, I never talk about it and you would never see it done on a piece of paper, this should never be forced.
So what someone in authority did, resulted in such that when I went over I found that they had already set up 3 spaces all linked together—before I’d gone over. Responsible Authorities said it was normal. I immediately felt that there was something wrong upon inspection, these were an empty shell, a mirror of 3, nothing was in operation unless I operated it. In response, I quietly pulled my social media presence down to halt my approval and signal that there was unfriendly activity (rival activity). I also posted a few Instagram pictures that were clipped, socially inorganic and stunted, with marked absence of socials which is already an alarm since it means I’m not meeting people, the opposite of what I post: one was a primitive Balinese statue contorted like a 3D Picasso and of a mossy stone maze pathway that was laden with subtext and message, another was Christian church (I never go in there much less take pictures, this is like a red flag; when friends angrily asked why, I said I can’t help it, these people have their art in church—this was literally a red alert. I couldn’t even tell you how angry I was when I took those pictures, because the art was perfectly tops and the church people were perfectly fine but it’s like a visual message of artists who had a proverbial gun to their heads i.e. moi, and the church was framed), and 1 more was 3 giant barrel-like structures with greens that looked like giant robot heads of the 3 stooges—One was most visible, the rest more obscured, you could only see up to two or two-and-a-half ‘stooges’ at a time in frame. And my real-life selfies were strange—I had one taken in my home after I had chopped off my long hair in a real hair cut, and looked like a different person with distorted eyes, no makeup (this is the facial image directive I included in one of my literary scripts that had the out-of-control school dean running with his arms and body forming a ‘tri-path’) and a heavy image filter like you had too much paracetamol and unflattering, wearing a top that looked like a cartoon jail uniform. My comments were toxic positive, the images were distorted. This was a community alert. I had hoped people would be literate enough to understand the symbolism sooner than later, seeing as to how obsessed the core coded groups are over it.
When I left I checked back and realized that the moment I’d arrived on the other continent, each of the 3 spaces that had been set up before were each being operated by some average Joe. They had used me to open the setup, made it impossible for me to stay since nothing was operational in Europe/Switzerland and there was nothing there, and when I left I was essentially assumed to have donated those spaces without a say, while they said nothing. And now I want to take my place because obviously it is operational, just not when I was there—and that’s 100% my IP and setup. Not a Swedish or whatever person’s IP nor setup.
Their activities are firmly recorded in my dreams, they are dead meat (no incitement to violence, totally not worth it, waste of moves, much more pleasant to use those moves to pour yourself some tea).
To answer last night’s question:
I am not Japanese. And it’s not “林”, it’s “森”. Memento mori, I referenced it in my earlier hobby works. Inneed no belief to do what I do, nor to exist. Because they’ve never believed me, I was spared your early brainwash. The disbelief comes from the fact that I was thrown out into the world and I survived with all intact. I vandalized nothing, I used our “divine” messengers and not even the one closest to me, I used a precise series of old lines, and they passed it to Christian channels to pass to Buddhist channels to pass it to Shinto. I gave information on how to explain and translate the last leg of key information which does not even exist in Shinto.
I told you what I am. The reason is because I saw you and your old Noble houses were about to be killed in your sleep unless I did something to wake you and I knew nobody can read, except the highest. This decree of cognitive death by acquiescence was being celebrated in your highest civilian public channels, saying it was for children. No one touches the children. Children are the future. Secondly they were about to open your royal treasuries and use you to do it. In my message, I identified myself as someone who is definitely not your leader. Someone from an ancient line you would never want to follow. 恐竜、野. I gave details. Which means high command at least understands I am definitely not Japanese. I said there were people who look like you, talk like you, but are not you. I gave precise data on major contracts made public, and provided translations of hidden triplicates. I spoke in your command’s core language (old code) to ask if you really agreed to this. I said silence is consent. The answer, is objection. I told you what an objection could look like. Ancient contract, answered with ancient contract, and ancient command. I gave you no command, I opened the door and let you glimpse something important (the line asking you w), so you could summon your equivalent and the memory of how to use it. It’s safe, not like children’s slave contract. I told you what the public contract said. I asked if you agreed. Because this was outside any of your ancient quarrels, if you failed to object your payment would be transferred out to someone else leaving you and anyone you owe with unpaid bills and empty treasuries.
Just so you know all my codes are single use, so if someone uses them again in other works (not replays of my works, but try to recycle the codes) without knowing how to ‘change’ (transform the codes on a different plane but remain congruent, not just botting and not just being a living human ‘infinite improbability drive’, but actually knowing what to do with the results and how to create something new—more than meme material, that is not a copy and doesn’t fall apart), they immediately mark themselves out as a copy or a joke. I did say in one manuscript that most who try to tag close fare horribly after 1-3 turns because I’m l'enfant terrible and sprung from a rather insensitive old line and, unless we ran away and wrote our own ending, the ending we’d be given would be so unicornly ridiculous that the whole extended community would flip their tables over, and keyboards with it too (My rationale was China wine, nuff said).
Some people were confused about my identity because some of my manuscripts had characters they thought were definitely me—but had details like cooking skills and hairband which mismatched real life, and caused some problems for me when people took ‘brother’ literal, so they easily assumed my work was AI-generated or from other Asian diaspora sources (since I also did a Korean one) rather than organic substitution from English. AI is symbolically illiterate. It can only do standard corporate admin letters, not the level of composition I do with just my body, no technology. They also misunderstood me as Malaysian. Anyone who read my letter right now in King’s English would instantly understand I’m definitely Singaporean, imperially so.
No one would mistake me as Malaysian, nor the type to be impressed or fawn over anything or anyone. They would have to be stupid to believe that after speaking with me. They even thought I must be a man, which says it all, and honestly says more about them than about me.
For the record, I composed my first full non-English song in Japanese. But I am not Japanese. I am diaspora Chinese, and I only visited Japan one day at a time operating English-speaking flights. If anyone’s going to hold that against me, so be it. But I never lied, your top leadership had the data and they decided. You got the Pupal memory material. Someone transferred the whole mobile project suite out laterally. I was left on deck wondering where the team was, when my transfer was going to happen. They didn’t even need me to sign a consent form. I traced and recorded some of the looted resources because they used my codes, they apparently claimed I consented to do charity and I gleaned it from their display models which was your typical salvo army honesty model applied inappropriately to high traffic large commercial enterprise with no security, deliberately wrongly automated—huge red flags.
I told you they were going to be very angry with me, and come after me. The people who were putting you to sleep. Of course this is interference. But we are a successful culture. They were about to sign you to a failed culture that has been broken with no successful civilizations. And I told you who can still read and write purchase orders, whom would be most happy to do so, but that they would be calling for war so you needed moderates briefed and ready to take charge.
I dictated a full script that clearly included the innocent Japanese gaze watching this unfold, asking leading foreign experts (an authority on something whom they go to) if key data they were hearing about were true (cannibalism), and being reassured that everything was fine (it’s not). I said they were going to change the story, kill me off in a stupid way that only real Japanese would know mismatched the truth. It’s important that I made no reference Singaporeans or Chinese, meaning they are outside the narrative.
I’ve never had any disorders, e.g. eating disorders. My highly original perspectives and writing are a result of abstract reasoning and sheer intellectual firepower where I’m quite demonstrably resistant to the Power of Suggestion, combined with organic non-VR experiences in uncontrolled global environments as a real go-getter, and a capacity for empathy and healthy give/receive like a nurturing mother, which should rule out most people on a list with a history of disorders and maladaptive behaviours. In one of my works I had fun writing an alternate take on being a “heavyweight champion of the world”, and instead of a million dollar baby belt I wrote of a different kind of trial, belting out original songs from behind the scenes in a shallow Asian society that caps my ceiling of potential against the planet’s lowest-value asset while unable to support my soul growth level.
Also Singapore are the main pleasure quarters, and here I’m an owner not a slave, as a woman I can have whoever I choose and it’s none of anyone’s beeswax, it’s not my fault if the only local women they know are whores. Then I stop hanging out when it is revealed lest I be associated with that old profession, because that is seriously uncool. No one wants to hang around people who use hookers or date China girls like you can’t even make friends, that is too creepy. And if they have imaginary relationships too, it’s easy to assume one might be mistaken (deliberately or not) as one of those “imaginary” objects of ‘affection’ too.
My complete material of more recent years also evidence a matching age, and that I am a clear Standalone who self-instructs; I receive no instruction from any other. Together it would prove a demonstrable timeline of evolution from childhood works where I can be traced as the original author down the road—even if you make me lose my identity files in Ticino right now.
To calculate precise trajectory, you need to be literate. I don’t mean being able to read or write, or use AI generative assistance. I mean you need to understand what the data shows, and see where it goes.
There are many writers.
There is much more AI content than human content.
But none of them are capable of /command narrative.
I am.
None of this information is new.
I’m many things, but never the type that could take it negatively if/when someone points out there’s an opportunity to make friends and do collabs. Nope, I’m the one who finds out where the party’s at, and sidesteps the negative nannies and energy vampires!
I’ve a proven history of turning great results on the Profit & Loss sheets for myself and my team —whom I tend to hire or at least vet and onboard—in whatever area I choose to focus on. The caveat is that it has to be meaningful. Anytime I ran with a good set of crew, I — and sometimes, we — found ways to make it financially and spiritually rewarding for us rather than waiting for someone else to bestow it upon us. Of course, it’s quite another thing when certain sour sops act like there’s something wrong when your inner wealth translates into far more good stuff than they assumed was all you’d ever get… but we’d hardly let them have a say, right? I’ll have the final say on my own areas. Never say die, I keep trying until I succeed the way I want. And my successes are self-evident, my dreams are big, even better than before—there’s no stopping me from showing up and the seat’s opened for me since they realized and started looking for me once the set just cliffed off into sad mediocre tunes and waffling puppet shows. I’m not a musician that plays music by dead artists. I am the “dead artist”. Those are my works. Original creativity with a touch of elegant a$$hoalery, is such great fun and a memorable thing.
They best be ready, I’m coming to claim my dues, and my very own place!! :)
I’m battling several serious issues at present that could make or break me in the next days to months, which I’m working round the clock to fix. It’s a difficult period of high pressure, high stakes, I will need all the help I can get. Some hard deadlines to file against include official challenges against being misregistered as being of male sex origin on a government server (this is real, it is no spelling ‘erreur’), of different racial origin and/or profession/trade than in reality.
I’ve filed something official, stopping the clock by stepping forward as a female persona fisica and separating myself from the record of undeclared male origin sex, which forces those Authorities on a different track. Also now they are unable to say I silently accepted being anything other than what I am, nor pretend there’s any cause for “concern” warranting unwanted observation. Now I’ve given them the internal concerns to observe. The male sex registration prevented me and/or any top tier Swiss counsel, retained at their full commercial rates, from even opening an enquiry on my file; that meant manual retrievals on my part, so it took a while.
Right now at this very moment I seek someone effectively bilingual English/Chinese to explain a very important matter to my mother in Singapore. Will pay. Should be someone A* in math or science, among top of class in Special or Gifted, as they need to understand the paper. There’s no need to believe anything about me. I just need you to read the paper. My name is on there. I can read the paper. Once you realize that I can read it, and you can read it too, there's nothing I need to explain. This stuff is, you can either do it or you can’t, yes/no. Ideally an older adult. Bonus if they are not easily offended and have a fairly caring demeanour. I’m really cooked on time and could use some heavy assist.
This registration is temporarily preventing me from arming myself by engaging Swiss or Singapore counsel even when retained at their full commercial rates, procedural delays surrounding normal routine items or simple administrative tasks. As a C-level I was bemused to be asked for “emotional” information on tasks specifically requiring action and fact focus—explicitly detailed in my command/mandate. With just a switch, one year of drag with a team was whittled down in about two weeks on my own. Sometimes you’ve just got to do it yourself. On a core processing day, I was bemused to find myself arguing with AI operators, who aren’t supposed to be seen or do that many manual checks (invasive), packaged in things that pretend to be neutral and objective, but the signs of manual interference i.e. sentiment, peeking through in the midst of synthesizing cold hard fact into something that structurally delivers (And in no way does consent transfer laterally, I offer no platform for people to agree to t&c and login to access my interfaces). It still had to be fine tuned for First Language, because much of it was ESL, professional at parts, sliding back into ESL. Concise, but any original text was stripped of linguistic fluency regardless. This was just admin. About using these for admin to get past white collar fails—How do you explain or teach that the average ability of top counsel when it comes to tech is the rough equivalent of 45 mins of a whole morning converting PDF to Ms Word when we assume they’re in court most of the time fighting meaningful battles; and accountants whom we assume as competent or trust they will do the right thing and run everything by us by virtue of the firms they’re in, have trouble with standard reporting and comms every C-level requires, when all they really need to do is be precise and accurate when they key the readymade entries into MYOB or Xero and the like, and with a click a button, everything is calculated for them. Yes, no, dates, data. No manual calculations necessary—unless it’s not for me; They’re really only needed for creative accounting on high net worth matters.
I never give up, I keep trying until I succeed.
And why should anyone be surprised. You even have it in your saying. Like a woman scorned. They really went out of their way.
Re the govt admin. It makes no matter how you order your full name on a flat piece of document. The problem arises out of something other than lack of understanding. It is by desire. It’s 1-2 gatekeepers making arbitrary decisions based on the exact same standard data set, with no way for the person they do it to to hold them to any account (the first thing Swiss authorities do before you even arrive is arrange 403 forbidden error on your ID while they transfer you to a 400 bad request—that’s government database level—to strip you of the right to challenge them by registering your sex origin as being of the opposite sex, predating your birth certificate so you can’t even verify your own identity. That’s not a spelling mistake. That’s registering you as a different person when you move, and instead of a transfer you become registered like you have two bodies. At this point, you’re already untraceable. But instead of being honest enough to tell you that you’re unwelcome due to their “culture” and should leave, they’re telling you to just stay put, don’t go anywhere, things are just slow. You get the invite. You pay them the full fee to process exactly what you want, and they promised you’re getting what you’re paying for and just have to be patient. They say everything is fine and cruisy, paradise. (Lack of) Enforcement and no way to hold anyone accountable to any reasonable standard is a major issue. They just have to say they have the standard and it must be true. Critical infrastructural issues that need emergency responders on.
I’m literally disbelieved this is where we are at or what we’re dealing with because of the marketing, I can’t even get help because they don’t believe people are that incompetent, they think I’m at least half joking or being misleading.
We’ve been taught we’re close to laissez faire.
The next 24 hours to weeks are critical. I may update here to let people know I have never given up. This is causing some temporary but serious obstructions that would lead to permanent fragmentation of my identity unless successfully dealt with as an emergency to halt this “operation”. I’m Singaporean Chinese of female sex origin—My parents were born in Singapore. Not China, Taiwan nor any other Asian country Malaysia. I have no racial background from India or the sort. None of us came from the present Universities, my parents went to Nanyang Uni.
It concerns my future happiness.
Physically, I’m fine. But because I need to go the distance, this matters. My records need to undergo a process which apparently only I can perform with surgical precision. Unless I successfully remove it now, it will cause me chronic suffering with every move I take, simply from the effort of progressing and being unable to —due to an administrative issue that is neither simple nor benign. I was being confused with someone on Instagram who appears subcontinental Indian, but I have no such background, nor am I on social media; my accounts are inactive. I’m in no way speaking for others, representing anyone else but myself.
Even when I have net worth, no debt and reached the highest standard/ financial tier available to any First World civilian, I was accused of some unspeakable things/professions, and am now registered as if I were a refugee.
When I was in my nation’s top 2 girls’ high school (homogenous, only has special and gifted streams and a few legacy admissions—I was legacy, mother alumni ex-vp student council, later HOD government at Uni) as my year of intake’s top entrant for the gifted art programme (tied), all of the girls had had our details stolen from school registers and published without our consent. We had no control over how we were presented. But it was serious enough for the adults to quietly cut whatever was in the major infrastructural pipelines between the countries, and with complete certainty. The loss was a pity, but they were already going for our womb since we were just kids.
I was deliberately kept as low ranking, I distanced and found out to my surprise (later, from Australians’ responses; they were often accused of being racist at the time, I think we surprised each other, 4-6th gen asian aus complained of discrimination or exclusion from top anglo closed establishments, discussed endless joy luck club stories but none of those ‘rules’ seemed to apply to me, I seemed to transcend that conversation so the other Asians were antsy when I—sincerely—asked them what their excuse was for not bucking up. I was practically fob compared to them, albeit with full property/reproductive rights); as I naturally and independently rose with popular support I faced relentless one-sided accusations that I were motivated and/or introduced by a boyfriend, religion, greed, or degrees of sexual perversions. Often everyone seemed to know who I am, wanting to offer me whatever they could at best or act from horrid assumptions at worst, but I’d only just met them. I understood from that that I was being lied to about our net worth. Moreover whenever I did have a boyfriend of rank or when someone wanted to be considered, I was unfairly treated as his junior. Even any word I used that rightfully gained interest for what I do—whether for my website, company product or screen handle—it was associated with men or treated like I were merely advertising for them: Swedish, south african, indonesian, etc, anytime a (mostly) European guy was seen in my field of influence, I was treated as though I’d silently agreed to an automatic transfer of property and/or value when I do/did nothing of the sort.
Several girls in my region officially certified at a range of genius-levels have been observed to be targeted over the years, in observable examples of foreign interference. They did not recover after their private lives were publicly derailed. The tactic used to derail them was in every case to do with subjects of sexual intimacy and/or deviance.
Yet, nothing these people have done have made me remotely afraid of them at all. Why should I be? They’ve done nothing to earn it. It’s plebeian desires, nothing high minded at all. Imagine, people who are capable of organizing but lack the imagination to organize something that really counts. And while I never had to think about them, they had to exert so much thinking about me, I’m a little surprised, but nothing remarkable about the amount of surprise. I was already thinking about moving on to the next leg of creation. You can’t help but feel sorry for them. But there’s a certain liberation about, when there’s no desire to correct them nor change them. No desire to care, because in this world, there are really some things worth caring about. And maybe some people worth caring about, but I’m sure eventually things will sort themselves out. I can only put things in place, align them; ‘Give me a fulcrum, a place to stand, and I shall move the world’ has long been among of my favourite quotes, attributed to Archimedes. When people try to keep steering you into “conversations” about limitations, I keep remembering that I already have access to what’s Universal. Why accept other people’s limits, that’s on them. What I make with my life, is on me.
Also, they couldn’t associate my excellence and ascension to any kind of discrimination-based programme so there was no way to discredit my results/success—it’s very real and Grassroots as it gets. I had markedly succeeded outside in uncontrolled environments, and unlike the usual story people actually liked this—noticeably appreciated *across* the classes not because of it—so there was no way to stir trouble among us, until they literally forcibly changed my full name on arrival on a foreign register, using forms that even had me incorrectly marked as catholic; and I had to guess this from bits and pieces when buddhist friends confronted me, already so angry they couldn’t even articulate.
I am neutral and have no religion. There are descriptions of individuals who have reached inner attainments, described in Buddhic terms, from information that is available for the public to access.
After all’s said and done—My future is up to me. I will have the final say on how my own life and story goes.
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?
Some things require no one’s belief to exist.
My content on here is AI-free. AI’s good for general admin or to speed up certain manual repetitive tasks, but I never use it to take over the creative process for me nor let it vie for decisions requiring critical thinking/processing and selection. Also, the average eye may miss the difference, but AI-generated content is largely at the level of English as Second Language, in both linguistic and visual applications.
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