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Independent English Playwright (Literary Writer) & Fine Artist:
Meryl Yeo Yawen
And if it helps you understand better which is which:
Mdm. Yawen Yeo (Meryl)
Meryl’s just my maiden nickname.
Yeo’s my surname.
As per Singapore passport I’m Mdm. Yawen Yeo
I descend from a line that is
Literary . Artistic . Musical
Swiss Authorities registered me on their Federal government databases as:
Yawen Schindhelm née Yeo
(formerly Mrs. Michael Schindhelm 24 Oct 2019-21 Nov 2024. My first marriage. Now divorced. He’s 23 years my senior. )
I’m Singaporean, and entirely independent in my practice. I partake in no activism/politics. My eidetic memory allows me to compose layered originals in several languages with bilateral precision. Yes, that means elite neural noise control. I’ve been an unusual exception in this regard. If I space out, appear to disengage, or drop chunks out from my writing here and there, what we’re doing is a bit low functioning, my priorities differ, and I can get a lot done in that time.
Firmly Non-AI.
I am a Living Person with a Singapore birth certificate, born at Gleneagles Hospital, a mix of Chinese Hakka & Hainanese parents who have on record that I am their biological daughter. Singapore has several well-placed anti-riot laws that protect every race, background and/or creed. I succeeded despite Singapore famously having no quotas, only strict regulations. Unlike in any other country I have had no need to make myself out to be anything other than what I really am. If you hear I’ve suddenly changed my mind on that, markedly against what has let me become successful, you know someone else out there is just trying to doodle on my record. Trying hard and failing hard, coz they had wanted to be the winners in the overall equation and instead that was us. Singapore has strict regulations that allow every citizen (and resident) to regularly sit at the same round table in all our glorious differences, and each enjoy our choice of meal in peace — Together. At the same time. It’s the only place on the planet where you can do this naturally, without politics or fanfare.
I have never consented to appear at any conference or meeting as AI.
I have never consented to be turned into any functional real-life depiction of AI.
I’ve never consented to come onboard any project and/or show as AI.
I have never agreed to have any part of my likeness, life and/or works recorded into and/or attributed to real-world usage of AI.
I’ve never been involved in any project that would make me appear to endorse AI.
I have hired lawyers.
Some people have been trying to create serious identity verification issues for me. People just believe anything they’re told without verifying whether or not it applies to me or my situation. I’m neither black nor brown, nor am I a displaced Asian minority. No one would mistake me for a Caucasian in person.
If someone were to introduce or describe me as vastly different to my real-life CV and proven track record, I would seriously question their intentions and motivations, and ask myself what they’re really getting out of it. If they’re really insisting, they must feel they’re gaining significant profit from presenting me as someone else than the person I really am and have always been. And it would explain why whenever I’ve shown up in the past years, I’ve been assumed to be a totally different person in a different role by people who’ve never even met or spoken with me, such that they’re unable to correct their courses of action and/or change their minds even after being invariably and proven wrong repeatedly, over years.
I will never lower myself to sell my Artwork.
Even if other people try to stop me from being recognized, if they think I’ll just give up what I’m doing and simply hand it over to them if they can make life hard enough for me — they wish. They’ve mistaken kindness for weakness, when it makes for the strongest and most successful of leaders.
Since I’ve always been more of a cheerleader, and was on Varsity teams all the way, I’m able to bounce back and cheer myself on, it’s just that it’s taken some time as I had to learn that sometimes strangers treat you better than people who claim to be closer to you or more like you.
My Artworks consist of, well, Art, as well as a sophisticated manual encryption using a specific self-invented technique of digital layering with no AI assist, held in frames of real capture. The technique is anti-fraud, anti-AI and anti-metadata tampering, and preserves an original author’s signature which remains traceable even if metadata is swapped and/or tampered with to obscure or attempt to transfer their authorship (and therefore ownership). There is a layered key of scaleable complexity. My original IP involves highly scaleable, patentable elements. More than just design and aesthetics, they involve technology and programming that a 5 year old could use blindfolded (Or even just before they take their 1st wail, really). In other words, an earliest form of open capture cryptography. Even if someone else has obtained my original image and all the layers, they can only display the image without the authorship key.
My works are entirely original such that they’ve been considered never-before seen across our whole world, they’re not simply improved from other people’s works, nor a reorganization and/or re-look of other people’s existing works and/or “errors”. This is Master material, composed from a string of unique experiences that no one else has had, and in combinations that no one else has managed, majority of them moment-in-time dependent and can’t be relived or replicated even if you try now. Basically, the puzzle is solved through my works. There are people who are hiding the truth.
The living signature is inimitable.
My previous Aussie mobile number was +61 422 555 225.
I’m on it! :)
I’m a playwright, original composer and standalone Fine artist (neo-digital, Cryptography & Art), and sole Owner of my own business. My works are bespoke based on my own unique self-generated original creative material. No commissions, no endorsements, no representatives. I’m the sole owner of my original IP/copyrights. Please only deal direct.
I’ve never authorized nor consented to having my work(s), private property, identity and/or likeness be transferred to any other individual, entity and/or group at any time, in any manner, shape or form, whether in part or full, nor be used to inform Artificial Intelligence (AI), to be falsely characterized as being and/or associated with AI at any time, in any manner, shape or form, whether in part or full.
I am firmly non-government, and am an Independent voice that stands firmly apart from activism/politics. I’m entirely self-motivated in my Art practice, combining honest self-expression and whatever was naturally available to me since early childhood. In no way do I receive assistance, nor do I do paid-for-hire works or commissions.
My works often explore the art of Self-Criticism as empowerment through transmutation. In no way does it advocate being cruel to yourself or allowing/inviting abuse.
My 2014 Artwork as seen in the background of my website (trueorigin.net) is pencil on paper, with original digital handpainting applied using a scientific method with encryption elements. It employs two unique original inventions of mine in a marriage of Science and Art using technology, with my art cryptology-based design for universal prevention of forgery/metadata erasure or unique signature tampering. Even if someone were to take an eraser to the physical pencil drawing or destroy the 3D copy, the full integrity of the Artwork is preserved and can be faithfully restored. Even if someone were to take your works apart and write their name(s) all over yours, or try and make you disappear, you can and will be found. My Art is bespoke — woven existentially and spontaneously into cultural tapestries, sequenced using time, with me in full control and decoding / deciphering with precision while painting and expressing the Results technically, creatively and artistically in the truest/highest order. The aforementioned techniques remain my sole inventions under my exclusive care and ownership.
The idea behind it is very simple, aside from what you obviously see. If you have no idea what’s the key, you can have the file but never the original. It would be like being able to read the name of the file and see a lot of words from the gate but not open it to read it.
I lose weight very easily. There was one time in Australia I hadn’t stepped on a scale for a while, just too into whatever I was into, and my younger sister said something about it so I stepped on a scale and was grams away from 70kg, I was like whoaw! I couldn’t stop laughing. So within weeks to a few months I was back down to the 60kg range, and under that. I don’t like to be below 56kg, too weak. I can do it again. Pretend it’s genetics all you want, it’s just most people have been too misled or intellectually lazy to self-examine and evolve starting with what they already have. The new and unheard-of comes later, as it clearly did for me at several stages in my life. I mean the physical age now says 40+ but I pretty much clock like I’m still 19 so I can drop weight again now that I got the hint. You have to understand, you’re all kind of wearing the same “suit” and signature coz you’ve been told it’s good for you to scrub yourselves clean of differences in the name of “equality”. For someone like me it’s just made it hard to tell when anyone’s being sincere and hopes you’ll be “godly” or just wants to see you burn in flames like forever (all with varying degrees of follow through). That last part, some of those folks recently came pretty close except I walked away with just paper pitchforks not actual metal stuck in me coz that would suck. Ok both would suck, they can take all of it back I don’t want their yuck. I’m happy with who I am, it’s other people who are trying to change me for kicks, draw medieval doodles on my papers, because they know they’d normally never get close to me much less stick one in me (yeah yeah, I mean no biggie, life’s short, whatever’s out there hope at least it was good coz otherwise why bother, waste of time). I pretty much was born with the strongest and tallest type of body the most feminine women can have from “that” genetic family tree so I have weight from natural muscle. I’m almost a head taller than the average women in my family tree, at around the height of our men — people have been angry at me or visibly reacted just because of that alone. I was asked to model or join beauty pageants a lot, but I didn’t need more trouble. I was never a model. I sometimes appeared for fun if I thought it would be meaningful. I’m never gonna be skinny just because I don’t like feeling puny, and even when I put on weight there’s even distribution and I can lift so it’s hard to tell — 3 weeks ago an older supermarket cashier scanned my full load of groceries then gave me a look of complete surprise and squawked in German,“that’s for you?! That’s yours?!” when she was told the 6 x 1L bottles of san pelly/gerolsteiner weren’t for the tall black teenager behind me in the queue but for me, petite in comparison, and in a prissy maxidress. She had just scanned a full load, the bottles were last. (Me: “whut.” Black boy: (clueless) "whut.” Cashier: (reaction video worthy moments)) I’ve actually had fit young Caucasian colleagues, guys, working at top establishments complain about the loads I have no problems with, I don’t seem to register any real strain on my body regardless of how much I weigh but they’re dying after 1-2 hours or so. I guess fitness is not just muscles on guys or looking strong. I never work out). If in doubt about which sibling, just look at our CVs and compare that with physical appearance and aura — preferably when I’m fresh as opposed to right after someone’s just tried to stomp on me like an angry giant or are in the middle of trying. Anytime we breed out it’s a f-ing international drama, some of us of these lines end up running countries or smashing top charts just passing through, equal amounts of haters and lovers in tow who are just never normal and these days there’s no security. I mean I already kind of realized since young when I was in a top school, but everything had always felt like a joke and I became bored of it all the time. It’s always people’s endless drama. Singaporean drama, Australian drama, World’s first multiplatform mmo drama, international drama, political drama, Holywerd drama, Swiss drama, just drama. When’s it going to be for me? Maybe you go, “oh doesn’t she realize when people are being “helpful” ” hey these groups of Swiss people who just claimed to be being helpful for 7 years just tried to kill me on paper until I die from it and say that I did it. And they were tots convinced, I might as well be the devil Herself. Gimme a break okay, there used to be temples full of virgin priests available for serious translations and communications, now it’s all a joke and everyone’s just humping each other and waving flags outside and doing all sorts of moonlighting as hired guns. And confused otakus. Doing comedy. So it’s kind of hard to tell. It’s never clear when they were actually being serious, or if it was just the usual false feedback when someone feels different variables of less-than beside you. I’d show up and people were always already just really happy or really angry at me, some would go “Whalecome!” and some would go “DIE”. One day I was asked to do tryouts as a kid — maybe as a joke between teachers at first (I saw them snickering), because I was actually enlisted in physical remedial classes coz I was always sleeping in school as a borderline fat kid by Asian standards. But actually, it was coz they wouldn’t give me the foods I asked for — and I went okay and “hup”, and the ball flew, and the adults stared at me like I was from another planet, asked me to come back next week and do it again and one day I was just asked to stand there again and this time they handed me a little gold trophy. Best in school. I almost burst out laughing, weirded out. Apparently I had won something in sports. The next year, this happened again and they handed me another trophy, and again the year after. They at first thought the giftedness in athletics and the physical appearance meant I must be none too bright, but then they discovered the intellectual/original writing part and what happened after that was not necessarily better (N o t - n o r m a l). They would actually argue over my case constantly which made it weirder, one side would be 100% for me saying I needed to transfer into gifted in the #1 school pronto — we were #2 and had our own gifted programs — and the other side would be 100% opposed against me even being in the school, both citing standards, there I am snoring in a heap. Top schools. Such a joke. It continued in Australia like 100% for me, and then in Switzerland 100% against me. DUH. Call me a joke but how am I supposed to take any of *you* seriously. I like parties, I had to learn to read all the nuances (woo-woo lidar) and how to slip out of gatherings a lot to avoid a scene without offending the host (or before I was blamed when I say hi to a mild-mannered civil servant or hang out in general and they fall apart flustered. And then their friends get upset about that, my friends get upset because his friends are upset. And then some get angry at me because they’re embarrassed by the attention and how I’m being discussed like meat. What was that, “unbecoming of a lady to draw attention”). That’s pretty much what life has been like for me. Fat and useless or the fittest, retard or genius, fugly face for radio or pageant quality and has to go on camera straightaway, blacklist or VVIP list, devil or angel, all at the same time, drama. When I interviewed for SQ they all looked at me like “uh….” each interview stage and at the final just wanted to know if I knew this was a job that required me to actually serve people (they described the whole thing and almost seemed nervous), and confirm if I was absolutely sure I was going to be fine with cleaning duties - thrice. It was okay until business class when people and passengers actually responded in degrees of recognition and some crew freaked out.
The way I was registered in Switzerland via their Government systems, allowed them to move me around like I was only 1 of 3 fractions of my whole identity. They fractured my one identity into 3. They then took 1 part of these and they further fractured it into two who never appear to leave each other, like Caucasian conjoined male twins with dark features who can sound vaguely British (I’ve got a bit of Cambridge UK English and RP). This registration of Caucasian conjoined male twins are the two-in-one sharing the 1/3 fracture of my identity documents that frontend/front-of-backend watchers “see” wherever I go. The other 2/3 look like two German Caucasian twin women silently behind them who appear as part of their act but are never credited. So whenever I have a monologue with myself or give myself a peptalk to carry on in private, if someone were to listen in and observe my registration data at that point, it would sound like one conjoined male twin (who sounds like a woman with a resonant voice, i.e. Lauren Bacall) constantly argues with his other twin who is mute and then he puts on a nice face for whoever they encounter and are easily forgiven for coming across as something of a likeable comedic genius. They used this to completely keep me apart as the invisible 4th fraction that was kept away, while keeping the other parts of me in view of others so that it appeared as if I never showed up even when I was right there in person doing what’s normally successful and/or normally leads to success. But in reality I am one person who matches none of these fractions of my registration data — one biological female with a Singapore birth certificate that clearly shows I’m a mix of two pure Singaporean Chinese races. Only my ex-husband is fully Caucasian. Then on my former official application, Swiss Authorities unofficially transferred me to a joint one with an unknown Indian person and issued me a Swiss permit b as if I were a half Indian child instead of an official permit b from official marriage following my Singapore birth certificate. So the reason I was never able to get help is because the registration data looked like I was never intending to give a real marriage to my German husband (Swiss passport) and that he was the one giving me a full marriage when it was the other way around. It was all backend where you couldn’t see, they wouldn’t tell you it exists. I mean when these Swiss Authorities did this to me mistaking me as someone socially naive who would never be able to speak up, they never counted on my CV items being real (guess that says more about them than about me), how vocal I am and there being enough people who are obviously sick of those claiming to do things in the name of the Swiss but not doing the right thing and not being held accountable with no way to report them, and on top of it would turn out to be immigrants with non-Swiss accents insisting to my face, practically spitting the words in contempt, that they had the right to break Swiss law, and the right to make me appear to say/agree to whatever they want and decide for me — *without* needing me to deposit a signed PoA. There’s no way to report them, the one and only publicly available Federal form to report violations of Swiss Data protection laws explicitly excludes Cantonal governments. As a Singaporean born at Glenagles, I have a full set of fingerprints meticulously recorded since birth and a medical history proving my biology. If it were the business of Swiss Authorities to verify my identity, they would have easily done so by now.
Whatever the original plan had been, a man was able to insert himself and transferred the whole operation and resources over to himself simply because more resources had been made available to him to a scale 2-3 times larger than what was made available to me for my first project where I would’ve been visible. It simply meant he was able to pay more and have people who would’ve been on my team work for him instead. Furthermore it seemed like he had access to professional armies, the setup had clear hallmarks of military organization, not civilian and/or independent non-partisan as most of mine were. So I was rotated out and kept away right from the beginning. It has nothing to do with leadership, talent/objective ability, charisma, nor how meaningful or effective and culturally immortal/relevant my project/s is/are. It was purely about money and resources, and who controls the infrastructure I was brought into — their practices and (lack of) integrity. This registering me as only one fraction of my full identity also meant I was unable to hire any lawyer, have any case logged or followed up on (no case reference, no handover, no official files) with Swiss police or various Authorities/gatekeepers/professionals, even if initially it all seemed to go through or be on track.
I originally had more up here, but decided to remove it to avoid enabling someone to use it and just say she’s me. I’ve never been related to black or brown people aside from having friends.
People can believe and do whatever they want for themselves. As long as they’re not seriously expecting to force me into anything outside of what I’ve agreed.
For what it’s worth, here I come with pen and brush as sword. :>
Projects announced here.
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Yes, I still like retro video games.
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