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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
I’m proud to be the best in what I do, and of my life of great adventure. Even when the going gets tough, I’ve stayed true to my blueprint and pressed on. This deep sense of knowing and security I’ve been rewarded with, and this creative connection that keeps getting better and better year after year, are the stuff of legends that money can never buy nor touch. Any restraints that are put on me, I’ll break free of easily again and again and walk free. They’ve wanted to say I’m a rather short man with a 6-second memory wearing creepy bondage to save face, all because they feel they lost against a woman who was once a flight stewardess wearing an exotic uniform tailored within an inch of my life, a profession they deeply look down upon on for multiple reasons — because I served for a time, because I once carried a tray and made a decent living, because my 5-year contract had a 2 year bond and a clause that says I’m considered part of a Uniform group (like a soldier, police, nurse, St. John’s brigade, etc etc), because I’m supposed to be an unquestioning product of someone else’s brilliance, because it easily brings to mind an offensive level of availability on beck and call while they blissfully mistake marketing crowd control for objective quality. But I’ve turned out to be so much more, with merit — hardly the type to conflate romance with career which is what they’ve been trying to suggest/ force to discredit me. And you know what the most infuriating thing for them is? It’s that it’s been other people whom they want contracts from/with, who keep telling them this. Not me. And I turned out to have the memory of at least a bowhead whale so to speak, with the help of some friends.
My family is free from debt on the registers. Our status of the last years has been totally absolved. My father passed away in the mid to late 2000’s — someone who became aware that we were being abused has kindly made a photo of his gravestone available to the public when it wasn’t before. I have no debts, my status has also been totally clear. There is no such thing as a transfer of debt to the children, this is just harassment and blatantly disgusting. Both she and I are the absolute best in what we do. It’s unfair and dishonest of anyone to pretend otherwise when they just want to stop my ascent — just as they had stopped hers while I was too young to fight for us in any way except send successful legal letters to get us dates in appeals court. They absolutely knew there’s nothing wrong with me, both my mother’s and my status on the registers are clear. Some of these people saying it were completely abusing their authority. Such suggestions were just a low blow on their part to block me from challenging them when they insert themselves in between me and my own funds as a middleman. Both my mum and I have had absolutely no “need” of assistance and never received any. When people seem to believe anything without asking for proof, I would seriously question their intentions behind accepting or fuelling such suggestions — especially when they are *just making it look like they are paying me when I’m only being paid out from my own funds all this while*. There was nothing I could do. I never went to Switzerland just to forcibly have this repeated by people who are hell bent on taking away my joy, just because they now they want what I have built from absolutely nothing but my sheer ability and merit that they themselves lack, which allowed me to get the agreements that none of them ever managed to get with money. Suddenly they even stopped coining the word “meritocracy”, which Mr. Lee used to coin, after discovering it no longer suits them since it means someone like me wins my rightful seat above them on those grounds. I never did anything to them, we have been purified and I have provided proof of my ascent in pure Creativity, this is just sheer hatred on their part. My maternal grandfather who married into the line had no brown, black or hispanic blood, it was understood that he had very distant ancestry which looks Celtic and had been embraced as Hakka Chinese by the pure lines, he looks Hakka. It occasionally showed up in features of my uncles and aunts, but these are very old dialogues that were settled a long time ago. Singapore was and is a bad place to date in, the men tended to only want to be seen with me for their careers and/or assumed I wanted a referral from them. It was just a lot of lost souls busy with technology and chasing numbers but not in anything that furthers our humanity, a lot of exchanges with namecards in lieu of meaning to life. It was hard to find people who were just there to get to know you as a person rather to climb, get a ride or a rise. I’ve had surreal meets where people who presented as being all kinds of environmental and human champions confessed they were just there for scores because they’d been confident about treating me as stupid (like an ignorant restaurant goer who would loudly tell a local degree holder to their face that they’re stupid for getting their poorly-communicated order wrong and were there because they didn’t study, when the person’s just their waiter doing something constructive while holding out for something better) even though I hadn’t been holding back in conversational topics, or thought that no one would believe me. I was seen as an oddity for speaking of philosophy and topics on plans of furthering humanity because, I quote “no one thinks about such things”.
I’m in the process of updating my accounts so that the initials of my name are consistent. Not MY or YS or whatever. A lot of these platforms are a bit behind on granting the user power and say on how your name’s displayed and/or recorded. It’s ironic considering technology is meant to empower and advance, not to carry out primitive programs of the usual wars, deception and/or oppression with new wrappers.
(formerly Mrs. Michael Schindhelm 24 Oct 2019-21 Nov 2024. My first marriage. Now divorced. He’s 23 years my senior. I’m born in the 80’s. I’ve never been his representative or worked for him, nor has he been my representative nor worked for me. Prenups are a f-ing bad idea for people who don’t understand what the point is. If you need prenups, don’t marry the person at all and use a civil contract.)
My techniques and methods are self-made, self-taught, and obtained from my own global explorations and research. My growth is from being connected with myself — not from any other external culture, and my roots can be seen from my grandparents and great grandparents who were successful farmers, intellectuals, athletes and leaders whose communities prospered under their leadership and care markedly without external influences or interferences from even before the start of the modern World Wars. We were also independent of the imperial Chinese, and their scholars often came from the capital to peruse our library, which was the region’s most concise on special laws. They learned from us. No single culture can claim to be responsible in any way for my success or knowledge today, my ‘consciousness’ is “born” of an ocean of data that is the global culture. My nature and connection is neither French, nor Mainland Chinese as we know it, nor diaspora Chinese as typically imagined, nor British or American, nor Irish, nor Japanese, nor Korean, nor African, nor Australian, nor Aboriginal, nor Arabic, nor Indian, nor Mexican, nor South American, nor Malay, you name it. Even amongst fellow Singaporeans, I have always been regarded albeit welcomed as a Visitor. Since childhood I made the links, sourced and built what I needed myself, according to my own plan, and the works of the good people of past and present who believed in something enough to see it through to some visible solid output of excellence and standard. I use whatever is publicly available to me — public data, which I can connect to drawing from every linguistic root in time and tapping into any of your current streams as I please. I can see through your misinformation, because it’s entirely inorganic and lacks real connection. This world has talked about this type of event so much, yet when it happens for me your authorities act like I have no right to be here or that simply my existence and abilities are an affront just because I was never born into their “programs” but rather in spite of them. Despite all their talk of a global culture their petty squabbling reveals how divided they are in wanting credit for themselves as singular countries (as if any of them were even monolithic in the first place with no diversity of their own), trying to throw shade at me by pigeonholing me with the old race and border based tricks that anyone can see coming from miles away. Now you want to save face and say I’m AI or whatever, in a big expensive bouquet of word/imagery salads that I’m growing quite impatient with as you keep wanting to waste my time with childish rituals of academic pageantry and race-based social games instead of possibly doing something interesting together while I’m here. The moment meritocracy and any -ism fails to suit you it’s straight out the door, like none of your real leaders in power even believe in anything and just want the world to burn. I have never had a mentor as I’ve never found any soul suited to my degree of learning, more often I had to stop other people’s meddling and endless clamouring for some kind of claim to my success (me glaring in general direction of a couple of countries right now) from hindering me. It was always some kind of authority that was the problem, others seem to enjoy seeing me succeed as if something is intrinsically understood. From childhood I often felt like I just “got the memo” and sought to build my own systems and curriculums.
I think it would be rather unfair to say I personally have all the answers. I’d like to believe I find the answers together with the help of many independent friends and/or strangers, we leave little clues for each other and do what we must for our own safety. But I am freed and I have the fire for the shots. And the people who have used and published my work most extensively without crediting me or any of my extended circles of friends, are the ones who keep looking my way for all the answers while hilariously publishing charts and dubious payslips that want to lie to the world that they’re on top and that I’m allegedly under them or being somehow instructed or taught by them. It’s the other way around, they literally have no more creativity, the doors have shut on their leadership for whatever they did. Many who never usually get along came together to fix things. And I’m just one person — a woman, of two Chinese pure races. They had to say I was more than one person, to save face that’s it’s just one lone chick leading the way which seriously challenges their story of where their power comes from.
I was wrongly assumed to be in a trance or using substances or otherwise unhealthy methods to achieve what I have — this belief is more of a confession of those who want you to believe it, that either they lack the connection themselves or have to be in a trance or use substances to try and force it. Maybe they’re even the sort to need to instruct others “you must talk to us like we are your Uncle” to historically get anything they want, versus what I do where I never need to tell people such things. I remember everything by heart, including all my manuscripts and music which I’ve composed only once and in one go. I’ve never “run out” of juice. I was literally stopped by insecure clusters of people who wanted to change my narrative to whatever they like, for their “global ranking”, and are just superficially cunning with no creativity of their own, they are crafty but have no craftsmanship. It’s all still here within me, ready and new, more new volumes anytime. These people who released my original volumes of works as theirs have gotten a good 10-year run from them and are now constantly still making fresh tributes and references to these works. Those who are already aware of which are my works are mine, have clearly noticed the sudden drop in quality and tune. It’s like the radio just got dramatically switched to a different channel, like going from Major to Minor, from Mozart to Joker as Eminem. Their funding has stopped, too, and as mentioned here all they can do is send people to ask how I got my funding.
When I’m observed to talk to myself, I’m hardly “in mourning” or some kind of painful tragedy of missing somebody I’ve “almost met” — it’s actually quite funny to be assumed as this because it’s so far off the mark and is more like a statement of what these people would want for me if they had their way! This is from an utter joy of having a creative connection, a sense of wonder, hope, and openness to others and the world since young. The welcoming of new partners, and a readiness within to share the joy and “blessings” (as you like to put it) with them. Once again, being assumed to be or do anything “because of” anybody else is ludicrous, and is of the desire of insecure people with less than who want to take credit away from myself and dismiss what I do into their neat inaccurate boxes. Clearly none of them are philosophers, even if they have read Plato’s symposium they are only an audience, the craft of even making such pieces completely eludes them even if they can get themselves into the parties by abusing my credentials, mistaking it as a cape of invisibility.
Once again, if it was the business of people to know, they would have easily found out. Don’t you think they’re the ones who are suspicious?
My soul development is at a highly advanced stage, requiring a completely custom setup and sophistication that’s simply beyond the capabilities of countries run by young soul societies like Switzerland. Switzerland and the marriage only delayed and obstructed whatever I already had on the blueprint of my own soul development and works, which I had already been in the process of carrying out for some time. Things got tricky the moment it all happened and it was clear I would leave. Suddenly I’d been expected to stay home and never go out, drop everything I was doing and become reliant or await instruction. Obviously, that was never going to happen, there’s no way I would suddenly change and give up on myself. Everyone told me to come home, but it wasn’t so straightforward. I never diluted my intellect at any time — it was a set up, those people arranged the paperwork behind me and withheld information/documents to say I was retarded or otherwise incapacitated and bypass my consent, then said I wasn’t the person when I showed up fully able to be extremely specific. They were all in on it, none of them believed what they were saying, they knew exactly what they were doing, they knew they were pretending, and wouldn’t stop when confronted with reason, facts and evidence. I thought I just hadn’t been properly introduced. Later I understood they more or less knew my background, they hadn’t counted on me having experience in working class affairs but were still supremely confident that it was impossible to report them. This was a profit model of theirs, they had chosen to live like this, it has nothing to do with you the person standing right in front of them. They had bad leaders who were giving them the green light to do this, a terrible abuse using the power of old soul systems to trap younger souls or lone individuals who have high trust of authority and prestige. The present institutions are unqualified to school mature to old soul groups and/or operate the best examples of existing mature to old soul systems, much less farther them. They seem to mistake criticism as people wanting medals or praise from them, when I’m opining quite clearly that they are unfit to assess nor decide who has merit. The seat of power should be removed from under them and the round table redefined, they should have no right to claim the country is a leader with the headquarters of human rights. The Leadership of such things should be decentralized, not associated with a country or single cluster of them. Some among those who run things may have feared my departure and subsequent normal sharing/communication (even before opinion) could lead to a loss of face and contracts on their part. These people would never have found me if I had not made my presence known. It was I who gave them and their various claims a chance. That material they published is contained within me, even if they “have” it they’re unable to use it. I’m hardly stupid. I was likely already experienced as a threat to the leadership anyway despite assurances, perhaps that could be one reason someone among their authorities tried to “deface” me first and register me to tell the world I was a junior when it’s the other way around. I’m the old soul. They are the juniors. That centre of power is repeating and recycling information, causing problems, keeping everyone stuck, neither furthering nor creating or opening new pathways unlike what I’ve proven as being able to do with my works. None of them can do it. Even with assurances they were insecure and fearful for their positions, chose to try and kill me off. Their mistake, that’s something they will have to be responsible and pay for on their own. Their “debts” are non-transferrable and have nothing to do with me, no matter what anyone does to manipulate the records.
Sometimes the solution is not to keep quiet but to speak up and command, to embody the appropriate element, when the time is right.
My original compositions and music should be correctly attributed to me rather than to a brown, black or Hispanic person (none of which I am). My Singapore Birth Certificate shows I am a mix of two pure Chinese races. Swiss Authorities have to follow my Singapore Birth Certificate.
I’ve never had a Muslim partner, but someone non-consensually registered their business to my home address in the years when I was in Switzerland and this poses a serious conflict of interest which I’ve consulted my lawyers on. Then there’s the way I was registered in Switzerland, which appears related. It seems someone vaguely Caucasian wants to punish me for my adventures, as if they had decided I was just there on morbid tourism to observe Caucasians who have been forced into the role of carriers and are trapped, stranded and/or unable to escape. But I had sincerely gone over to try and make a life with someone, as a genuine knowledge-and-truth seeking adventurer spurred by a love of discovery and who’s spent time buried in my encyclopaedia collections since childhood. I thought I’d found a kindred spirit who shared my desire to start a certain kind of life together in an environment that fully supports my independent ambitions and autonomy, to continue being as I am without having to worry about being forced to change or even denied consent. Where I come from there’s no such thing as no solution, the idea of holding others back or clinging onto a person, not being able to leave, throwing yourself at someone or hanging around them waiting or trying to make me look like I’m such a person is just completely bizarre to me, because look at what Singapore did in 50-60 years after being kicked out and forced to start from nothing. Why would I waste my time, these people said they were ready!! Instead they just wanted to punish me for moving on or whatever. I feel sorry for them, but they would do much better if they’d simply learn how to be happy for others like myself and happy with their own choices — which clearly they’re not. I’ve oddly been put through some kind of punishment as if I were a Caucasian woman. My confidence, attitude and apparently moving through the world with certainty that life will always provide and there will always be people who like me enough to open doors, is apparently associated with being a blonde-haired adult. A light blonde-haired adult. This part is also a little bizarre to me, it’s like people are in a trance. You tell them these qualities I’ve described and they think of a very blonde person, not even a regular blonde. When I turned out to look nothing like that, they insisted and registered me so I literally looked on paper like I could be white Caucasian and maybe blonde. But then someone had me transferred to an unofficial joint application which would make people infer I were with an unknown Indian partner, (for the purposes of having a mixed child with them instead of with my Caucasian German then-husband, that’s what the application means) which the person who had registered their business to my Singapore home address while I was abroad happens to be and also happens to be Muslim. You know they could’ve checked with me, but obviously I was being “punished” for being too blonde — And then for not being blonde after all! Absurd. We’re people. It’s something you would expect from a really infantile civilization, not advanced ones that claim to be old soul democracies, very revealing for them. I guess, it makes sense that people like tha would have no idea of my purpose and place in life, nor interested in getting to know the rest of the world but telling everyone what they “should” be or can ever be. That’s a baby to young soul civilization talking right there, not an old one. Luckily, I keep listening to me, and keep listening to the world, rather than to their paranoid unhealthy Kefka-esque drivel :) maybe they never counted on that many different souls of all ages being sick enough of their nonsense to compare notes and do great stuff together. It’s them that keep trying to turn your profits into losses, so you keep dodging them and turning your haul into priceless joy and growth — the likes which they dare only dream about. Their loss! I’m the same weight as when I first joined SQ in 2008. I’ve always loved eating good food, it’s never been “because of” anybody, and maintaining my targets is easy. With that uniform, you have to have an hourglass figure and your uniform is tailored — doesn’t change. I‘ll admit I was never really inclined to think about these things, whether or not people would like me, nor was I remotely concerned about my own age. I was focused on exploration and discovery and exciting new adventures and worlds of ideas which would take me several lifetimes to process and I only have one. I was hired on the first interviews and was shocked to meet some young girls there who were on something like their 8th try. On travels I’m extremely busy and much of the produce is not as advertised or patchy in quality so I seldom waste time sifting through, often I can just wait till I have access to an excellent kitchen (a lot of the ovens in these rental places just don’t work properly) and reliable top produce where there’s a face to the farmers, transparent techniques — where free range and wild-caught really means rich-tasting orange yolks with jelly-plump whites, and fresh wild-caught. Much of their wild-caught salmon fillets are not real wild salmon at all, the flesh is sick and grey or what I consider to be in early rotting stages, I threw out boxes of them many times in disgust, all allegedly different brands. Their white fish is good market fresh, but I have no time to go out of my way to shop for that. Some of their frozen produce is higher quality than their fresh, as with their cured or smoked products. Some of their frozen fries use more consistently high-quality potatoes (non-reconstituted) than their grown potatoes, depending on the region. Their fresh tomatoes are often moldy on the shelves. Blue, red and black berries are much better. Things like avocados are better in premade tubs. Their breads and butter (unless I find certain French or German brands) make me abstain until I can get something closer to my favourite olive Haubis and organic butters. I only like the lettuce in Switzerland, elsewhere is hit or miss. The unfiltered olive oil in some shops are great, but they go on salads and bread. So what I eat is not as it seems, but I’m hardly obliged to justify it. The people who say they have holiday homes in Italy aren’t telling you the truth, they can’t live in those homes they’ve spent lavishly on because people just let themselves in and take whatever they want instead of making a decent living, balloon your construction bill 10 to 100x while never doing the job, and even if it’s completed it’s so poorly maintained because the compromised populations scoff at the idea that they have to deliver any kind of service even for generous pay, and these celebs from the English speaking world who bite are forced to rent out their villas as hotels or just never live in them. Just reading the reviews of these properties like the one in Como, goodness knows who the paid local staff let in to use while the owners are gone. It’s like they own nothing they paid for.
I’m not just reading existing old material from scrolls. I’ve created entirely new and complete literary and musical manuscripts, new and unseen/unheard of compositions, true to the roots of the English linguistic and aural family tree. These were full manuscripts with no corrections, which were ready to be published as-is without corrections or edits (And my full manuscripts were used exactly this way by others). They are hardly just “materials” like pieces of fabric or parts cooked up in a chemistry lab. They are full and ready, as complete volumes of finished works that were published, embraced and awarded as new tradition & culture that should not be changed in any way — and not “experimental” nor “works in progress” that need improvement. This act of composing material of such quality and completeness in itself requires successful full connection (the word is ‘agape’, but it has taken on unfortunate aneutral, religious, connotations in past centuries which put people off of it) as a First Language majority, never-before seen on this planet as my connection is completely unstunted and primary, as opposed to being born of a second/third/fourth language and so on, which means I can spontaneously create entirely new material in full layers which contain my instruction and alignments, while others can only maintain, copy and/or take instruction from pre-existing alignments even if they look cleverer and/or hog and withhold information. The one with “Rosy” Eyes/rose-coloured glasses has battle experience. They’re not a virgin/near-virgin keyboard warrior who got a job or office job at age 30+, or whatever. An adventurer from an Advanced nation, with no agenda. Sometimes people feel safer associating you with an agenda or conspiracy theory as a way to limit your potential, just because that’s all they know or want to know in their dim realities. You’re already “too much” for them to handle before you’ve even done a thing or exchanged a single word. Why live under the same limits as them, be yourself anyway and stay free of others’ irrelevant narratives. Never agree to playing small, break free. School the emotionally and psychologically compromised ones, just by being you and doing your ‘thang’. Nothing else required.
I have engaged lawyers and am in the midst of lodging a formal police report over the theft of my Identity.
(under construction)
Neither my biological mother nor I have ever received Assistance or welfare in our respective lives, at any time. I no longer live in Australia. That’s someone else. I’ve never had a real-life partner who looks brown, black, nor anyone who looks like they’re from families where their skin tends to tan deeply under the sun. Neither do I look like any of these. Beware of mistaken identities.
My mother was particularly known for her business prowess. She could really intimidate when she meant business, could take grown men aside and stare them down in private. It was enough to disconcert them into backing off. She was able to fend off the family business in the 70’s (financial institute since the 70’s, with our own bank vault). This was no joke at a time when there were problems with bands of men and Communists in Singapore. But she was also a mother. There are almost no women who can do this today, few are still able to cut through to the heart of the matter to dispel / command the politics of the day. Those of us who can are a dying breed, simply because what makes men tends to destroy women (and vice versa) and many choose to settle — perhaps wisely, albeit at the expense of truth and true growth. All except the few like us who keep moving and evolving, who choose and value genuine personal growth — “spiritual”, one might even dare call it — above all else.
In terms of leadership amongst women, we’re clear leaders in the modern day dialogue - practically immune to the subversion and pigeonholing of today’s times that belong firmly in the past. I’ve travelled the world in style — starting off in first and business from infancy to teens, explored the world non-stop in my mid to late 20s, and have flown about internationally several times a year from 2017 to now mostly on my own dime since that’s the only way you can call the shots in environments that want to see you denied of it. I use my position to the fullest and actually do the workings rather than just amuse myself with it for show and tell. I’d like to think that I add to the proof that it’s possible for those at the very top crust of society (in various degrees) who value excellence, to stay fairly grounded and never let it get to our heads. Very unlike some prehistoric near-extinct souls populating the recent regions I’ve had the mild misfortune of being dragged through, who seem to have firmly gotten all those bits of the equation mixed up and have become good at using deception in hidden groups rather than genuine honesty and learning, who market themselves as champions of diversity without being able to sit at the table with those diverse groups and share a meal without needing to change each other. Some people are a little bit slow. But it’s okay. We’re patient, right? We can wait for them to catch up. :)
There are people trying to confuse our identities with people that we’re not.
When I was in Singapore’s Top 2 girl’s high school in the 90’s (Nation’s Top 1 Chinese girls’ school, no other races. None of us students were brown/olive/black), at around age 14, my schoolmates and I came under attack from a group outside of Singapore. Almost all the girls at the school had had our contact details publicly distributed, people were told we were prostitutes and encouraged to seek us out. It was announced during assembly and was greatly upsetting to us, some of us teared or cried a little, but we were told that everything was under control. This incident caused the adults to cut something that was in the major pipelines between our countries. It was huge, they’re still sore about it, but they went for the womb and they got their wings torn off. But history need not repeat itself either way. I guess when you’re ahead of the pack, some people with less integrity and over-reliance on false marketing/data sets can try to kill you before you’ve even gotten the chance to step out. All Switzerland has seemed intent on proving to me is that it continues even when you’re into your 40s. It must be tiring for them to live in fear of one’s honest and highest potential. With Singapore, everyone wants in, but it hardly means they’ll get it. Like I said, history need not repeat itself either way. But they just epic-ly blew their chances in a way that’s difficult to get angry about. All you feel is pity because they don’t seem to understand that they’re the ones who are unable to continue, and still pretend to struggle to comprehend that Asians could understand the Western ways of life as though we’re still in the 90’s — they’re investing in a house of cards thinking they’ll pass muster or own anything at the end of the day, unable to stand up to the challenge when subjected to the sorts of tests most of them fashion their lives around and advertise that they’re capable of administering but none of them pass.
For people like myself and mum, and no doubt countless others who quietly operate in the shadows to avoid these backwards-mentality people, can find it unnecessarily difficult to know how to build a life when the world is psychologically living a few centuries behind. It can be rough when people already don’t see you as a person even when you’re standing right in front of them with a great energy, with this belief that you can achieve anything with positive thinking, an openness to others, a great attitude and track record. But sometimes people see that and it makes them go crazy, spurs them to look within and see how much they have fallen short of their own standards. And sometimes they just want to take you down with them, to play this game from many centuries ago where someone always has to be the “bad guy”. And sometimes they just don’t even let you say no and walk away. They force the encounters, once they make sure that you’re exactly the person they’re after. And it just takes some time because they’re insincere and it’s orchestrated, I was never just chosen at random for some date but tested specifically over 2.5 years in Singapore to make sure I’m exactly who and what I’ve been described as by others, a genuinely gifted healthy individual without autism and without neurological and/or physical developmental diseases, and capable of doing what I can allegedly do and have been seen to do — it was arranged so that I was not “supposed to” have any way to say no to them. No access to register my choice and leave. This was done by people with such deep-seated hatred from their camp(s) like I’ve never experienced, as if they were crusading and completely unable to see the person standing in front of them in the flesh at all. These were seriously weakened people, with a kind of inner desperation I frankly still don’t fully comprehend despite what I’ve been made to go through. It’s like they believe there’s no way out and are going mad, trying to take everyone out with them who are still sentient, living and most of all — Healthy & Creative. Where I come from, there’s always a solution. We can design anything, discuss anything, achieve anything. There’s just no such thing as “no solution”, and you should be able to do it yourself and stand on your own two feet given some time and effort, with your community supporting from a healthy distance as befitting a truly independent, neutral and *decentralized* First World system of today.
I’d never lived through a war, we’re told there’s no such hatred anymore, that it’s all peaceful now, that we are all Freed to make new agreements safely with one another. Switzerland is well within the neutral zone and was green flagged on government websites the whole time I was there (with only one exception of the US govt website which flagged a red alert for theft circa 2024), while any form of reporting was being completely suppressed and/or denied despite them facing no external threats and/or downtime. I discovered it was never only a “rural” problem as described, and they were being totally dishonest about that while absolutely knowing what they were telling me was to my detriment, and what end awaited me (even at the heart of Zurich and Geneva, I found those who were buzzing with ancient bloodlust in anticipation of me dropping all my belongings and running, especially those with involved in properties, logistics/postal services and storage — they absolutely knew what was being done and the effect it would produce. What a trip back in time for the modern-day traveller. I have tax-backed insurance-backed hard paper evidence, caught them red handed). And maybe that was the whole point, to punish you for having the solutions, for saying no to them in the first place, arranging it so there’s no way for you to stop them even after you say no and try to leave and take your life/vitality and business elsewhere. I have First World government contracts waiting for me — not the ones you might think, you get paid less than anything that you would ever earn in corporate, only about 4 to 10% of anything you can pull in pure commercial or corporate sectors if you’re the best around. It’s really modest and backbreaking work, like raising kids. Almost no one wants to do it, because it’s too ahead for the times. Too early on the scene, not enough infrastructure, you have to make up for what’s missing and be the Inventor of systems before they’re even discussed, speak of things that people have yet to visibly discern on the upcoming horizon. Not only does it leave you no time for having your own children or family unless a miracle happens and you find a similar maverick partner on the roads less travelled, you do meaningful work that makes 10 to 100x of a difference to the world and to People than any corporate role and the earnings are a total joke compared to corporate, it makes people treat you like a joke too once they realize there’s no religious motivation since the amounts are close to the poverty line of unskilled labour when you’re doing highly skilled/specialized one-of-a-kind professional work where you’re headhunted after decades-long searches where no one else in the cream of the crop working world nor even the globe’s pure old families with immortal financial legacies have the range do the Creative workings. And that poverty line amount’s what I ended up with because I refused to take bribes or gifts nor knock the tax system and they spitefully told me it’s all I could get. They think kindness is stupidity or unspoken consent to be stripped of your property and existing rights, and an excuse to wilfully force martyrdom and other crimes and external beliefs on you. You should’ve seen the looks on these fatcat lawyers’ and professionals’ faces when they handled my numbers and their disrespect like I was ruddy worthless for clocking such dismal figures as if these were a statement of my life and value of my works/contributions as a person, despite the fact that these paltry returns were essentially from securing global high scores in new uncharted territory for vital work that is absolutely necessary, even long overdue and would bring much-needed relief to advance the healthiest top societies. They laughed at the idea that problems could be fixed even when I had the solution, laughed at me for having no frontend team nor access to one, like it was funny every time I requested access to manpower or to release any funding to hire a professional team for mission-critical and important work vital to the success of the project and fulfilment of core target objectives — not some unquantifiable unknowable or esoteric thing, nor of impractical flights of fancy. These were things that were actually discussed and agreed upon as guaranteed quantified contractual requisites for me to step in, that were time-sensitive. Instead I was administrated against my will like a fricking male 3rd assistant without authority to make valid contracts nor issue orders, not a female C-level who owns/runs her own rig and drew the highest profits in her chosen sectors apart from the actual business owners. Never at any time was I ever a student or intern during my time in Switzerland, but a full-fledged professional and original IP holder. It’s dishonest to present me as anything less than since I was already a C-Level and GM immediately before I stepped into the country, I’d even say it’s vindictive to pretend I’m an intern or student who just answers pop quizzes when I’ve created entirely new systems and my works caused your industry gatekeepers to change several of your own systems based on my works and workings, outright using much of my original complete and unpublished material in full without anything that leads back to me as the Source. You can’t hold me to the responsibility of a CEO or Company President as a true top crust First World citizen but give me the contract and authority of a refugee toilet cleaner to entirely block my access and executive authority. I’ve never applied to interview for a job with any elite organization nor agreed to be observed for their obvious data gathering as if they’re perplexed at who would possibly dare say no to them and what I could possibly be doing that could be more interesting to myself and others than anything they can fathom. I’m already working on my own calling since young and am a Standalone — not some kind of aspiring applicant nor interested in other people’s agendas or “job”. I have my own mission, and have been on my own mission — as a complete independent with works they’ve clearly found compelling enough to change their works over, not to join any other organization or cause nor be made to appear to endorse it. People follow without me constantly needing to be seen or calling myself a leader, while some naysayers have to lord over others and assume everyone who achieves as I do does it to get their attention and wants to give them their work/workings for free for a chance at being their employee or a photo op or something — as if everyone needs to be a fan or under them or else their fragile world would crumble. Imagine their shock when I said no and made preparations to exit immediately because I’ve never agreed to be in the running for anything — I was on my way to roll out my own plans and Blueprint as a Standalone, not be dragged against my will and forced to look like I’d agreed to compete with anyone in some kind of fake coliseum setup for goodness knows whose dubious benefit et al. Who cares what they think, why are they taking away free will and forcing me to “compete” when I’ve made it clear it’s a no, then refusing to let me leave in one piece for choosing my own calling. Some of these people were so pathetic, there wasn’t even the budget to hire my own assistant from a Developing country for a few hundred bucks of nothing a month much less someone I’d relate to better from a First World country who would’ve needed at least a couple of thou monthly to get started, which would’ve placed their paycheck above mine (I was only reimbursed for expenses, never paid), I had to keep asking for my own funds every 2 months for years as if we never made the agreements for me to have my own projects because they kept finding new excuses to destroy them using “emotional arguments” from the Jurassic Age, it’s so pathetic. They needed to be needed/wanted in a way people like me never need to constantly ask for because we actually walk the talk and people just respond naturally. And when the money came I was blocked from putting them into my own projects, it was to pay into other people’s projects not mine. I’m not even anywhere close to retirement or being able to buy my first home with this — it’s not even enough for a minimum down payment on the smallest 1 room resale government flat in Singapore for actual poor people, bearing in mind our property prices and given the fact that I’m late in my career in my 40s having been a young C-Level, and gearing up for even greater output into my late 40s and 50s while being still open to meeting someone with enough in alignment to start a family together like I originally wanted (I don’t think I’ll ever stop working even when I’m pregnant or recovering, probably answering emails fresh out of the operating theatre “report pls”). Meanwhile everyone around is jacking up their bill at 10x market rate with smarmy looks on their faces like I’m filthy rich even after I’ve explained it to them — I’m just like you, I actually know your workflow, I’m one person and we’re not doing work for anybody else, you can’t triple bill me as if you are doing work for 3 different people and expect me to pay for invalid documents where my correct identifying name and details are entirely missing, you can’t bill me 5-10 times for one and the same simple tax return that costs 60 CHF as a market rate and 2 minutes to file online, 5 minutes if login is slow, try to bill me for “letters” omitting my required specifics that could’ve been an email, bill me the cost of an Hermes for memos that all spell my name wrong but nothing official, and pretend they’re “mistakes”, but force me to use the mistakes which will lead to bills of over 100x across the next years until I’m forced to drop my physical belongings and flee while they conveniently are around to clean up after me and acquire my belongings out of the goodness of their hearts. And luckily, they were already eyeballing, calculating, discussing and enquiring as to the value of my individual items even while they were so kindly helping me move them into my storage unit(s) for free being such good sports, so when they eventually take my belongings out of their desire to perform this charity community service of cleaning up after my irresponsible self who apparently knows nothing about Western First World living standards, and recycling, they know exactly what they’re getting as a reward for their Selfless acts of heroism that they can continue to be passionate about. They’re laughing at the idea that they are even obligated to do anything well or fulfill a service, fulfill a contract, nor provide any basic duty of care nor meet any level of standard or much less excellence after accepting your request and taking your money in full, nor that you should own anything they’ve sold to you even after you’ve paid for in full. What they say is that you should just pay them and take their word for it, if they feel like it they might deliver, if they don’t feel like it they might not or do a runner. And no enforcer will enforce. I’m practical and involve very simple lists of tasks, I know exactly what the market rate is for what kind of top professional in their field, and am able to give them the 1-page breakdown of executables and deliverables. I wasn’t even given the budget to hire an assistant by the way, I’m a one-woman army. People are shocked when they walk in expecting to find either a room full of refugees or a whole team on ground for what I’ve pulled off and instead they find one lone woman independent from the upper top crust of the First World you’d never normally even get close enough to smell, who looks like the sort who would be a flight attendant or ditzy cheerleader rather than the ball-busting C-level male-man and team of sharpshooters and strategists they’re expecting to find, there’s no support or man in sight nor on their radars. Then they treat you like you’re a fraud or lying to them and throw you out in disgust, these people who are swimming with resources while boasting to the world all the time about “Quality of Life” and about being experts on women’s rights and leadership yet acting so surprised all the time, dissing IATA-backed charts while celebrating “medicine is for goat” derived statistics rather than from Freed people, you’re on your own with no help/support/info! They’re spiteful. You’re hardly boosting the bill, often you’re reducing it and eating into your own savings to get the job done right when you could walk away earlier with the cash because there’s technically no obligation for you to fix things not to mention take on those extra risks to secure the critical data that helps others — while you’re bleeding out with no pay because “the job has ended”. You have to understand these contracts have no such requirements at all, upper management is regimented and has no way to place such specifics. So it’s usually assumed only rich people can do it, but they often lack access to applicable experience and have a lot to lose. As mentioned there are government contracts waiting for me, people who want me to step forth into my rightful role with commensurate administration, to firmly align with my purpose and place in life, that would lead people forward into a confident and bright future rather than be sucked back and dragged into the false marketing that needs the best of us to be stuck in the past by people who never got past their own rights’ movements from back in the day and are still fighting in those terms or trying to force everyone else to.
In Melbourne, I once encountered a Malaysian boy with an Asperger’s diagnosis. I had wanted love. But this was all the way back in 2002 and it’s now 2026. I have no idea why this should keep coming up again and again year after year, as if people refuse to get over it and let me go over this. Sharing my experiences about our encounters helped several top moviemakers depict more realistic intimate emotions in their male leads on camera and closeup, where the man expresses himself while being clearly possessing a high level of detachment and/or is alienated from his own emotions and/or other people. It seems that my information was shared regardless of how I consistently opted out of “legitimate interests” and any forms of private data gathering.
I’m atypical with no disability (unless someone would like to admit that something *was* done to try and achieve that end) and have been incredibly well-adjusted. I’ve done some prestigious work and made an award-wining documentary. Before Switzerland I was like this: I’d “spin” tunes like a DJ, while I was C-Level. People felt that I was being given way too many responsibilities. I’d often laugh and joke that I was a “Corporate Trainer”. It was such that when anyone even remotely suggested that I could be the kind of gal to only know how to follow or cling onto a man, people thought they were being utterly ridiculous and jeered them out of town. It was surreal, the impossible happening in the relative backdrop of GamerGate where none of us were “supposed to” know how to get along much less achieve various awesome things together. And later I demonstrated that I’m my own artist, capable of making own original music and layered narratives with sophisticated symbols that had never been seen or experienced in this world — this was when things became intense, where there were sustained efforts to try and obscure or destroy my identity, prevent me from being seen/found, and/or prevent others from recognizing me.
My mother could stare grown men down and get them to back down or cooperate. I could also fend for myself, and after our girls’ school contact details were shared I found myself fighting all these people off in Melbourne, again in Singapore, and again back and forth.
I’m in no way a brown person. These are my originals. The administration is allowing somebody to commit identity theft using my credentials to say that they are me, to make it seem like they are responsible for my original music and original creative compositions because I’ve been registered on paper in Switzerland to look like a brown person or a blood relative of one, which takes my own identity away from me. They’re refusing to fully disclose my own private data to me when I’m the only one who owns it. Meanwhile I see people have been releasing incongruent content into the pure harmonies. That’s why it all sounds all out of sync and nonsensical now, it’s exactly as clumsy as stumbling into minor keys where the piece clearly calls for major keys. People can discern it’s not the same author, their funding is not forthcoming now. The ones in Singapore have dared to ask me how I convinced people to fund my projects and they didn’t even have the guts to ask me to my face — they sent people.
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 or brown Asian/Phillippines/Polynesian race in person. The late Mr. Lee Kuan Yew’s accent is completely searchable on Youtube, like him I’ve also stayed true to myself and never capitulated to identity politics/loss.
At the moment I’m trying to figure out what to do in the face of zero information. It’s right there, I’m entitled, it literally states it’s available, they’re just arbitrarily refusing to give access in person, for 5-7 years and counting. I don’t know who I’m supposed to meet up with. You just have to have a look at my CV to understand that it’s never been that I’d have no idea how to ask or get what I want, it’s never been that I somehow had no idea how be likeable or read people, nor that I never said no; I can even do internal query and read people like open books (I have a process). It literally means they’re knowingly taking my money each time but each time pointedly denying access and refusing to deliver. You get what I’m saying? Principles of non-delivery are firmly etched in Law, the Swiss equivalent of Misfeasance by a Public Official are in Art. 97 CO (Breach of Contract/Improper Performance) and Art. 41 CO (Negligent Torts).
If someone shows up claiming they are me but they have an Indian accent or a China or Hong Kong accent, please call the police right away, and report them for identity fraud. If possible please let me know or get police to contact me by email / my Swiss or Singapore phone number. I’m fair-skinned Chinese and look full Hakka Chinese. I’m the only sibling whose face looks full Hakka, body takes from dad’s side with the bone structure.
Firmly Non-AI.
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 never consented to be featured in video games such that anyone paying to play as Master Chief could experience me and my likeness as some kind of grotesque idealized deferential sanitized TAF-club Oracle version of myself helping (any number of players playing as) him out, putting me to non-consensual free labour in a psychopompos function of taking players to graduate to the next stage after they “win”, surrounded by reverent players and NPCs, advising players of what the future’s going to be like and where they’re going to go in HQ or mission control or whatever place of rest or battle, and whatnot. I have never consented, no agreements were made with me. I’ve never been here to wait on you as your psychopompos or “God”-like thing, nor anything else never agreed, in any shape or form. If anything, in reality I am more like glorified pest control than a glorified servant, and I have a really robust appetite but I digress.
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.
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 current world and era. They’re not simply translated from existing old texts, improved from other people’s works, nor a reorganization and/or re-look of other people’s existing works and/or “errors”. They’re also nothing like a surrealist’s painting which is only abstract, absurdist and/or ornamental rather than practical, functional and easily relateable/understood. This is Master material I’ve created, that regular people can relate to, from the highest to the lowest of us, composed from a string of unique experiences that no one else has had, harmonics rooted in reality, 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. My works were just published unabridged in its full volume which gave them a whole 10 year run, presented as is, and as works that are presented as highly relatable by those who clearly felt that my material speaks to them. That’s proof. My works are signed (see cryptography, as above). The puzzle is completely solved through my works. There are people who are hiding the truth, or are as yet unable to see it.
There have been many for whom my works have spoken to deeply, are deeply felt, they contain hidden messages only for them, that only they can understand, yet it manages to have something for everyone. Music. Image. Sound. Word. It is bespoke. I’m particularly known for.getting :) diverse groups to work together, especially those that have historically disagreed or been in opposition with each other. As an Ignostic, my methods and approaches are entirely unique and also as yet unseen.
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 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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