I put more here, but decided to remove it to avoid someone using it and saying she’s me.
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Independent English Playwright (Literary Writer) & Fine Artist:
Meryl Yeo, Yawen (Mdm. Yeo)
Firmly Non-AI.
*Previously Registered by Swiss Authorities against my consent, as:
Yawen Schindhelm née Yeo*
(formerly aka Mrs. Michael Schindhelm 2019-2024. He’s 23 years my senior.)
I’m Singaporean from a pioneer generation family of Singaporean Hakka Chinese and Singaporean Hainanese Chinese, one which has roots in Malaysia. I grew up on Coronation, Watten and Sunset where there were durian trees, had a few years in Melbourne when things got out of hand and met other girls from good families some of who’d survived some pre-civil wars (race/gender-based massacres), but afterwards people still managed to track me down. It was the first time I understood the concept that people can hate you purely for your existence — your peak health, freedoms, and success. As I’m neither pure Hakka nor pure Hainanese, I correctly term myself as being of mixed parentage. Yes. I am from those circles. There’s nothing to apologize for. It’s factually accurate. Like my family members I burn rather than brown under the sun, and even if I try to get a tan I lighten up in a few weeks. But on each branch, our biological profiles, dispositions and clan histories have recorded differences, and I and many of the new generation are proud of our these nuances which clearly demonstrate a history of what we’ve had to overcome. We always know ourselves and where we came from. We’ve never been monolithic, and pretty much everyone had to set aside our personal need(s) to talk about ourselves until we achieved success together under Singapore’s multi-racial formula, especially in the turbulent decades following 1965 (where everyone wanted to grab a piece of a mythical pioneer Singaporean. Some of those guys were really nuts). Singapore is very socially forward in this regard, a clear leader in the First World. We can all regularly sit together at a round table and have our meals of choice, too, nowhere else on the planet can you do this. Anyone who wishes to know more about Singapore’s success can always look up Mr. Lee Kuan Yew’s speeches on Youtube.
My two studios were at:
422 Collins St, Temple Court (Melbourne Australia, 2013-2015)
22 Starlight Road, Farrer Park (Singapore, 2017-2019)
I have a registered address at International Plaza in Singapore, like a doge.
I’ve never registered a business to my mum’s home address, that’s just dodge.
There’re some people who are trying to create identity verification issues for me, make me out to be vastly different than how I appear, how I am and have been known for. I’ve long stood firm about what I want and don’t want as a serious literary writer and fine artist. In places with the best copyright laws and long-standing tradition of master artists/musicians, such as in Germany, the original creator’s works are legally recognized as intrinsically tied to their identity as a person.
My previous Aussie mobile number was +61 422 555 225.
I’m a playwright, composer and standalone fine artist (neo-digital, cryptography-based) who can also perform my own works for the purposes of *directing* and making tailored adjustments to achieve perfect synchronization with chosen actors/core team members. My works were assessed to be of high value and particular cultural significance, requiring a long incubation and creation period without interruption or interferences. Singapore’s environment was deemed unsuitable, as its core structures are all aligned to be a factory for developed countries and had far too many interferences for anything born of the country to seed and grow to maturity in the manner of the Greats. In other words, we weren’t supposed to be more than vessels that were well-paid to carry out the instructions of the older developed world, much less yield leaders like Mr. Lee, and since then they’ve toiled to ensure . Because of this, Switzerland was initially thought of as a potentially ideal place. However those involved including authorities did the opposite, and escalated the interferences and interruptions far beyond anything I’d been subjected to in Singapore to the point my property kept being removed and I kept getting harassed anytime I made a movement because Swiss authorities flat out refused to issue me a lawful permit in accordance with my official approved application and invite. I remain the sole owner of my copyrights and I’ve never conferred authority for anyone to speak for me. It would be incorrect to describe me as an actress or cinematographer, I’ve only appeared in others’ projects as a favour not because I’ve agreed to switch profession or change career, as I was told these were a pre-requisite to us getting funding. This would be easy to ascertain if that were the goal, by assessing my CV and gathering data through existing official references. The fact that this was never done, says it all. There’s a story about Winston Churchill, who was once told by a filmmaker what a difference his special nod at him made in the latter receiving funding because the investors were impressed, the next time the filmmaker came in with the investor Churchill stood up and bowed to the filmmaker. That’s how I procured the funding for my projects. however my own funding was never released to me as investors did not deal direct with me, it went to somebody else who apparently inserted themselves and claimed to be acting for me. Also, I had made it clear in the years leading up to Switzerland that I will never change my name, that my legal name is Mdm. Yeo, Yawen (I also made it clear Yeo is my surname). I did so before things were taken out of my hands using their administration to prevent me from hiring a lawyer. Unfortunately although I kept sounding the alarm, backup did not arrive and people got too excited when they saw how much was on the table and decided to leave me (the 100% owner of my IP/copyrights and ) to die. What happened, happened because key people in the chain who made it their business to be in those roles, made a conscious choice to go after nothing but money at the expense of the original author and original works (me, mine), despite any and all claims about their “culture”, CV (such as any alleged positive track record with anti-corruption practices when handling high value projects, and successfully moving large sums for the original author such as myself ) and competences. They cared nothing about preserving the integrity of the works or what happened to me. There were people who had themselves appointed into illustrious positions in justice, who did everything to subvert and deny justice. They enabled and sometimes carried out arrangements to deface me beyond recognition and stopped my core teams from finding me. They refused to even look at the facts and official documentation in front of them, almost none of the ones I cold-called and encountered were independent or capable of critical thinking and when they were they wanted a lot of money upfront while at one point saying the success rate was low (always a red flag). Professionals I hired and paid, would suddenly appear to be taking another person’s instruction even though they were signed to take my instructions, as though someone could just ring them and insert themselves at any time. Often they had no moral compass, ironically in countries that demands constant proof of it of those incoming while those already in there never have to be anywhere near meeting those standards, and they were corrupt when the marketing and reports declared them as free of it. When I finally managed to get the attention of genuine high professionals and independent authority who saw the paperwork, they had a lot to say. The people who orchestrated and enabled this are so pathetic, their view of humanity so dismal, they thought they could throw people together and get us to kill each other off for their own entertainment if they make things desperate and enable the chaos. Well, they failed against humanity, and in their futile everlasting blindness never thought we’d exchange notes and make our own agreements, never thought that some of us can actually See, and write our own destiny.
I’d warned my mother 10-15 years ago that I’d detected the existence of specific incoming groups of men in Singapore from foreign (Westernized) schools of thought, and how they were trying to enforce a culture on us that vastly differs from our own. I told her they were giving us problems, apparently done on unsubstantiated gossip that our power was allegedly exclusively from having strong men and weak women who only pandered to their desires. But this was never our culture, and never our success formula. In my Singaporean circles, the women are never just a number 2. We’re career women.
Those who have kept their heads low, quietly watching how things have unfolded for me since childhood and when I rose in the last years, peers who know me and my family (and aren’t just saying it to grab anything they can), burn inside with fortitude when they see me stand up now after being made to watch me get repeatedly brutally smashed down by those who want to keep insisting we do not exist or that our progress is not real, even when we’re standing right in front of them, living our advanced lives in spite of them. Some of them want to know if I’ve given up on my career as a playwright, artist, scribe of my own making; I say no, and they say “good” with quiet determination and walk off with injuries that they have hidden from me. I can’t help but feel pity for those who try so hard to be a part of my/our success story, but don’t know how to conduct themselves in a civilized world even though they’ve technically made it. I’ve got nothing to prove to anyone. It’s those who take positions only to lord over others and sneer, who imagine they can control others or change our stories, have nothing in their lives and no way to imagine a future for themselves and forge their way there — and then there are some of us who know how to “forge” our way into the future, when “forge” still meant truth before it came to mean something phoney. It makes no matter what they doodle on your administrative paperwork if they basically create another record that’s not you. You don’t have to own it or accept their opinions.
* My original IP/copyrights are owned exclusively by myself as sole owner. I have never transferred ownership of my IP/Copyrights/Identity at any time, nor in any manner, shape or form. I’m entirely self-funded from my own savings and independent contracts, which I procure on my own. These contracts are purely professional and directly related to what I want to do in Art/Culture.
***Unless you deal direct with me, I get nothing, and you have no authorization to use my work and/or likeness. Please only deal direct with me***. Contact me and we can set up verification questions to ensure our dealings and comms are free of AI-related security issues.
I’m an individual, born in the 80’s at Gleneagles private Hospital Singapore, non-government, and have never been part of any politics/activism and/or any such groups. I’m entirely self-directed in my Art practice, which are born of my honest self-expression and natural desires/talents since early childhood. In no way do I receive assistance nor do I do paid-for-hire works or commissions.
My works often explore the art of Self-Criticism as empowerment through transmutation. In no way does it advocate being cruel to yourself or allowing/inviting abuse.
My 2014 Artwork as seen in the background of my website (trueorigin.net) is pencil on paper, with original digital handpainting applied using a scientific method with encryption elements. It employs two unique original inventions of mine in a marriage of Science and Art using technology, with my art cryptology-based design for universal prevention of forgery/metadata erasure or unique signature tampering. Even if someone were to take an eraser to the physical pencil drawing or destroy the 3D copy, the full integrity of the Artwork is preserved and can be faithfully restored. Even if someone were to take your works apart and write their name(s) all over yours, or try and make you disappear, you can and will be found. My Art is bespoke — woven existentially and spontaneously into cultural tapestries, sequenced using time, with me in full control and decoding / deciphering with precision while painting and expressing the Results technically, creatively and artistically in the truest/highest order. The aforementioned techniques remain my sole inventions under my exclusive care and ownership.
The idea behind it is very simple, aside from what you obviously see. If you have no idea what’s the key, you can have the file but never the original. It would be like being able to read the name of the file and see a lot of words from the gate but not open it to read it.
I will never lower myself to sell my Artwork and/or Written works. Some people still fail to understand, but they will, that I will fight to the death to carry out my chosen career. I will *never* shrink back down. They have/need AI, but as always — I learn fast.
When I spoke of “Crimes against humanity” in my writings, it was always a tongue-in-cheek reference to having been the nation’s (and some say the globe’s) top killer in certain video games. Largely organizational, of course, referencing how rank is maintained on top leaderboard spots (let’s be real) and the fact that I was proud to have been an Officer then a Guild Leader with our little communal pockets reconciled with private ownership in our ‘spesial’ framework (courtesy of ye olde actual ancestral commune leadership I’m descended from, that maintained private ownership regardless of any fancy revolutions that got rolled through and claimed to speak for us, spared by dictators that admired our sovereignty. Soz it’s all us, long lunches et al. My mother’s still alive, we have ancestral records). I did once work at Amex at The Concourse in Singapore and ABN Amro at Chulia St in Singapore (and I’m still in touch with those ex-colleagues), but I seldom put these on my official CV since they’re not really my department (even though I later graduated in Accounting & Business) so referencing these in the punchlines (of my writing) was another in-joke for me. These people published my entire series of prolific writings and manuscripts word for word, unabridged. They lifted them from my manuscripts, recorded voice notes and directing/visual notes with no changes, nothing paraphrased or substituted, no removals or additions, which gave them a 10-year run of both short/singles and full feature/album works and counting. Now stop giving credit for my writings to somebody else. It’s embarrassing. I feel like I’ve been shoved in a cast iron pot, inside of a pizza oven, when I’m already ripe enough to walk. Like Weapons and running jokes. I’ve totally never gotten together with any brown dude and I never popped a baby. That was just these turds doodling on my pristine Singaporean admin paperwork (they’re just jellyfish).
I originally had more up here, but decided to remove it to avoid enabling someone to use it and just say she’s me.
People can believe and do whatever they want for themselves. As long as they’re not seriously expecting to force me into anything outside of what I’ve agreed.
For what it’s worth, here I come with pen and brush as sword. :>
Projects announced here.
There are many copycats, but only one .Net
Yes, I still like retro video games.
secure end-to-end PGP encrypted person email for sensitive correspondence and file drops — mdm.hatter@proton.me
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