UNDER CONSTRUCTION.

I’m posting this because there are some bad people who are seriously trying to say I were only a person who exists in virtual or that my works were of Artificial Intelligence, using real government administration to apparently enforce their opinion that I were not a real person, while removing/“losing” my government identity records abroad in attempts to completely block me and any retained Swiss counsel paid at their full commercial rates to even say that I am the person and access my own ID records which they in the same breath claim I’m liable for. They were asking for the names of my other ancestors for their “security questions”, I of course withheld from bringing my mother over even though I came under incredible fire for that, which took down my private line of comms with my own milieu, i.e. mean girls social suicide, dragging me from legally blonde straight onto the walls as a cashed-up tradie sort, a veritable Chopper Reid vignette talking about a bowie knife—for a dare. I’m still managing the effects. My friends know, but it is not safe to come close in the current climate as there is real harassment that comes with that.

I am putting out some information to counter their falsehoods, so that you know my family is real, and I am real — I’ve lived a full life in somatic reality with real people in the flesh, who have accomplished what we say we’ve accomplished—not in virtual. These things happened in real life. I give no consent to be monitored on my own devices at any time, nor have my devices/software internally intercepted by any third party. I give no consent to be involved in any unsolicited purposes, as there is no such signed agreement that would enable others to access my works, time, nor likeness via fair use laws. I am under no one’s employ but my own, having signed no such contract.

I went to the same top Chinese girls’ school that my mother went to, which only had Special and Gifted Stream save for one half-class of slightly rebellious Express stream legacy kids, in which I was one of the girl students registered as my year of intake’s top scoring entrant for AEP (gifted arts program) fully attended in person in the 90’s. My Cambridge C2 was also obtained there at age 14. None of this was “virtual reality”, there was no such thing then. The most they had were CD-Roms and DOS floppy disks, Ms word, just coming out of Wordperfect 6.0 where I found myself hammering out legal letters that successfully secured us dates in appeals court and witnessed the names and figures for myself. The first time I would be acquainted with the concept of administrative murder, and my first “shots” fired and landed before I was even old enough to enter the courthouse at age 14. That year or so, I got the Distinction in Cambridge C2. Cold comfort, for what was yet to come.

Under the existing Human Rights conventions, subjecting a person to prolonged forms of suffering, sensory and basic survival-based deprivation, behavioural/psychological etc abuses that they are completely socially and cognitively aware of—meaning, there is an absence of autism but they are instead gifted with a highly attuned sensory profile that allows them to create works like mine—is legally classified as methodical torture. People ought to be aware that there is no claiming ignorance when administrating such things over time on others when it is clearly communicated and reasonably actioned on by the receiving-end party/parties at every step of the way, and that this figures in official judgment settings regardless of whether or not the person pursues this topic per se. It’s so they are Informed, even if they’ve failed to learn by now! Funny that the less evolved, are still under the impression they’re teaching the higher attained one. Maybe about flatworld time management—minor bits, but that’s about it.

I paid my own way through higher education on International school fees, my CV is self-explanatory. I’ve never offered myself up as entertainment. I create it. But where “customer service” no longer suffices, keeping quiet or doing nothing also is no longer neutral. When the outcome is non-neutral, different actions must be taken towards the desired neutral outcome. Only I can decide on my life. No one else has a right to decide for me, whether this is “all you can ever be”, “the only way you can accomplish/could’ve accomplished it”, “because we said so”. Notice that none of them who are trying to impose their opinion—not convince or just talk but impose—even remotely meet their own standards inwardly or outwardly. So I take no offence, they fail by all reasonable standards including their own. Only a one-way outcome, that denies all choice. That denies the possibility of a standalone individual. That tries to pretend I couldn’t possibly have accomplished what I did alone, as myself. That it must have come from someone else. That, is in no way my problem; says more about them than about me. But if I were to simply stay silent and do nothing, it will be.

My first run of core works have just had a successful 10 year run and counting, at once evidencing my personal capacity for creating my own life of financial independence based on sheer original literary/musical ‘blacksmithing’ (as opposed to forging..) with absolutely no need of mentioning any famous and/or important real-life people. However identifying myself as a real person in history is a must, as I am the author of those works I describe.

There are some people who are trying to take credit for my real life lived; my past letters, achievements, manuscripts and/or ideas inherent in them. They are especially trying to claim I were an offshoot of a man or doing something that is about one or more men, or because of them, forcibly and artificially ascribing/attributing my 100% self-instructed, 100% independent, 100% self-owned, 100% self-directed success, endeavours and output. Nothing I have written, composed, selected for myself, achieved nor developed interest in across my entire lifetime has been “because” of a boyfriend or man, but rather completely independently chosen, explored, developed by myself 100% without male influence, based on a real-life lived markedly as a socially well-adjusted, gifted individual *without* any disability or personal problems outside of externally forced circumstances that have some kind of agenda and/or seem exceptionally offended that I say no to them and leave with good options, therefore an extremely potent feminine connection; I am already complete without any other. Possibly a rarer fact is that I have always remained open—while distant, brutally assessing others to ensure zero compromises apart from standard risk factors. I am in close meditation with my own personal/inner blueprint and observing these privacy-invasive activities. My own logs are clocking replies marking these out as fairly regular individual parties who are acting on adversarial engagements or contracts. They come with preconceived notions, without ever getting to know me—and I have no interest in entertaining their nonsense for their feeble excuse of “making money” without proper agreements in place. As a top dealmaker and income earning woman, that’s a dealbreaker for me. None of those people have the ability to make the contracts. I do.

Someone may have illegally listed me as their employee or contractor/vendor. I will also conduct further investigations, as I have no contract with anyone. I answer to no one as the ultimate decision maker of my company, with no parent company or subsidiaries.

If anyone claims that they use recordings of my material, likeness, and/or have obtained/run it through AI, check on my website. If I have made no announcements here myself, then it’s fake news.

At present my emergency requests are being blocked. They are being marked as done on the system, but if you pull up the files/queue items individually you will see that each was manually ‘deactivated’. I have information from meditations. If someone intercepts my devices to come onto my private zero-access turf, I get their backend ‘spiritual’ files fair and square. No need to believe me. Just as long as they know.

I can see the high IQ concepts behind what was used to misregister me as being of male sex origin in EU, but most don’t and don’t want to. It’s difficult only in that people disbelieve when told I really made it and to what extent. I’m the 100% owner, not a virtual assistant, vendor, or emo; 10-year global run of my IP in the top front of house, full credits to me. My team are waiting for me.

Nothing of my material that was published and/or broadcast was rewritten nor of virtual reality. They used my material in real-life as is, with no changes, no omissions, abridgement, nor improvements, and without quoting me as the original author; as evidence they’re currently unable to continue composing anything close to that level at all.

They want to associate what I do miracles of “god”, then when they use it for themselves they claim it’s classical INTJ output, or pretend they are a co-writer of my works or “instructor” when I have offered no platform where users can agree to my T&C, create an account to login and access my material, and my facebook page is not the kind that has a membership area since I’m a different tier of artist/writer, so no fair use laws apply—this just being dishonest, utterly poor sportsmanship. Obviously, my works/achievements qualify as classical INTJ. Aka a C-Level heavyhitter, and it’s just me— a one woman army fighting off these unimaginative copy picaroons.

Regardless, that’s why my team realized why I wasn’t there and came looking for me.

I have never signed anything on behalf of anyone, including/not limited to a famous person. I have never created anything on behalf of anyone, including/not limited to a famous person.

I have never been a virtual assistant.

I have never been introduced by virtual reality nor hired by game publishers.

I’ve chosen to keep my personal life and image private globally, apart from what I publish here. My appearances in the media will be strictly related to my personal works and image, at present I have yet to be represented in the news for my present works, and this will come once I verify my identity.

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

As Singapore’s the main pleasure quarters, and here I’m an owner not a slave, as a woman I can have whomever I choose and it’s none of anyone’s beeswax, it’s hardly my fault if the only local women they know are whores. I simply 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 like they can’t even make friends. 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. 

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 nor authenticate my soul growth level. 

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. I can show them, through my devices, how I’ve been connected to others in real-life—not 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, history of successful civilizations with purchasing power and legit residual income. 

 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. 

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 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. 

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 mind you; 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. They must be out of their minds.