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Ms. Yeo Yawen (Meryl)
Styled as Ms. Meryl Yeo Yawen.
No middle name. Meryl is a maiden nickname.
I have no children, real or adopted.
Swiss Court-approved Amicable/uncontested Divorce in Nov 2024.
Previously registered by Swiss Authorities as:
Ms. Yawen Schindhelm née Yeo
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I will prevail. Moving out. Watch out, world. :)
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I’m the C-Level Founder and 100% Owner/shareholder of my own original IP. Zero debt.
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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.
Some pretend to be far more advanced than they really are, both men and women alike. It’s much more honest if they just be upfront about it and save everyone the time, rather than them getting clearly upset when they’re called out on it and told to pull up their bootstraps a little (or it’s clear you’re ready for them to move along if they’re below par so you can go your own way). Much more fruitful like that, rather than giving people a hard time when looking at someone ahead in development makes them feel afraid and uncertain about the future. Especially when they realize everything negative they invest in, all that hatred towards one person or group or task or another, actually keeps them small and weak inside, unable to see their own truth, and projecting whenever someone with high mobility requires real work done with heavy assist. That’s the real tragedy. My life is quite peachy compared to that, it just looks hard at times because I’m really doing the work for myself. Everything I do is for me, I get rid of external interferences so fast, I couldn’t be happier about that; it used to be experienced as an offence by others. They would insert themselves, just try to make my experience about them, and it made me think, ‘don’t they have something of their own’. I already proved that in life, no matter the circumstance, the ignorance you face from people who never had the joy of really getting to know anyone or be entirely self-directed making their own conscious decisions while being game enough to try out something new (until your own way ultimately proves better), never letting their guards down while remaining open; people in disbelief hearing what I went through because no one is supposed to survive that with their heart intact. I have—Against all odds and the bleating about, like others were half-hoping I would start bleating too for their comfort. Next thing you know, I’m having to wonder if people who insert themselves quite invasively are there to help me or help themselves; take credit for the reason I do my workings out loud, perhaps.
Really proud to have gotten this far. Maybe some people would be pissing their pants if this happened to them, but I never give up, I keep trying until I succeed, and it’s now an exciting time.
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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