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‘Meryl’ YEO, Yawen { wen 雯 }
Artist, Composer, Entrepreneur
Director
Singapore . Australia (Melbourne) . Switzerland.
Business Owner.
Ignostic Freethinker; Never had a religion. Never endorsed any religion nor been against other people having them. Never ticked a box on a form that shows anything else but a blank where I write clearly, “Freethinker”.
By the way, it’s never procrastination when I’m refusing to produce my copyrighted works /IP under these conditions where they’re just expecting to be able to take it off my hands and force me to give it away to somebody else. They wish. My work is mine, I have the final say on what to produce and how to produce it. These cronies are so mindblind that they volunteer that information like leaking faucets even before I’ve met any of the real wannabe handlers. If anyone thinks they can pit me against my ex-husband (I’ve only ever been married once, 2019-2024. I would never have married a divorcee without the person going through a lot of trouble to appear worthy and non-violent. It’s my first marriage and I was faithful. I’ve never given birth or adopted any children. In ultra-progressive Singapore there is no such thing as abdicating one’s position to marry divorced people, that’s archaic and totally foreign to our tradition), as though people are as socially defunct as they are, they’re wrong. Cowards. The same people who disabled my mum are Putting people in vie de merde then pretending to offer the only way out, all high-level channels when it’s all about doing your low dirty work. Cheap tactics. You never know who’s watching. Much healthier now after leaving Switzerland and recovering outside. Just checked old places to ensure everything’s secured. No way I’m hanging out with unhealthy people.
ENFJ, sometimes looks like an ENTP or ENFP. Looks like INFJ when feeling low and life gets crazy. Yes, pan. All means all. In early life, I was mistaken as an introvert or intellectually disabled, but I was always gifted. I dumbed myself down in childhood and early teens for survival as conditions were dangerous. My family was being taken apart amidst a backdrop of ‘palace intrigue’. We were forced to move houses every year and had regular evacuations to our aunt’s public flat for safety. My less affluent cousins were kidnapped. They’re not the ones the kidnappers were after. By 2000, everything we had was repossessed. Houses, buildings, antiques and heritage items — everything. We were thrown in an HDB to fester. Stronger than most, I’ve never had any addictions and trained myself to resist substances — and, after I saw how intimate connections were used to take down my mother, I also trained myself to be emotionally resilient and achieve distance extremely quickly while retaining the ability to come close and connect with others — in other words, to treat people like human beings worthy of care (and help to become the best versions of themselves), but also keep myself safe so I can carry on. People shouldn’t pretend I have a disability as an excuse to skip free will and put me under the control of others, or pretend to be supporters then remove my name and force me to live in places with termites or be a caretaker of disabled individuals when I obviously need to use paper and need to use my time to grow my creative IP/business. They are responsible for hiring their own fulltime caretakers. Why should I be forced into roles that are bad for me, or forced to donate my life and achievements to anybody else? There are so many people who have chosen to specialise in those jobs, who are willing because they feel it suits them. Why don’t they pay and hire those people? Why do it specifically to somebody who has made it very clear what they are and what they refuse to do? Why insist I do things that are obviously bad for me, and if it’s really my choice and optional then when I find out it’s not for me, why can’t I just leave? Why do you say it’s okay and there’s nothing holding me back, but then go on to give me a really hard time or stop me from conducting my life when I say no or try to do what I want to do? Why do “bad things” happen to me when I try to leave or do my own thing, when these are safe countries and I’m an expert out on the field with abilities above an average person? Why make it impossible for me to continue my way and move on like I normally do? Why am I not free to leave when I have signed no bond with the government or any company?
I’m all-natural. My mother placed me in baggy boyish clothes to protect me. Very effective. In my 20s things got a little out of control when I had to look presentable for work. Several people have apologised to me after meeting me and realising I’m all-natural “except for straightening my teeth”, including a pom lawyer who made his mill and retired at 40. Honestly, it boils down to how you’re willing to treat people. Even if a woman has had enhancements, they did it for their own enjoyment and to give greater pleasure to the opposite sex. What’s wrong with that? I feel like the only people who would have a problem with that are those who are unhappy with themselves. It’s possible and natural to be unhappy sometimes with what happens in life, but still be quite happy with oneself. Why don’t they work on themselves and find meaning in their lives, instead of being stuck in the past, trying to control others and giving people who are just living their lives such a hard time.
Orthogonal & Divergent thinker proven in uncontrolled environments. Marked lack of mindblindness. Sees far and discerns own goals. Unusual to my culture, I’m 100% Self-directed and completely reject interference from social engineering and third party or family influence; my works are a result of my fierce refusal to be a product of the system or take direction from any ideology or third party. Being from Singapore, I had/have absolutely no need to stop what I was doing, and go to Switzerland and clear the path for others where I saw it was blocked and posed a real danger to others, but I did so at my own cost and sacrifice of comfort & convenience. I excel at the types of creative battles where there is no way to doubt the person’s originality and authorship, level of ability and speed, and of course — their sportsmanship. Against all odds, I’ve pursued my OWN creative blueprint and followed my own gut instincts, consistently rejecting being told who or what I must follow, what I should want or believe, and how to make my work. Improvisation with precision is undeniable, and the ability to hold ground under fire. People brought me in as an amusement, to draw and warm up the audience for their sponsored guys. The last thing they were expecting was for me to show mastery, finding whatever I needed and when I needed, inventing and improvising on the spot — things that people later told me were considered difficult and never been seen. I adapted to others in a blink of an eye without realising they were supposed to be professionals. I openly taught others how I did it, and I taught with the way of respect. They laughed at first, but after I gave demonstrations no one was laughing. I was discovering myself as they were discovering me — I had no idea I could do it. I just decided to give it a shot on a hunch, and did it. They argued fiercely; I’d out of nowhere and was part of no agenda, school of thought or group. And I did this as a girl, too — in the world order, someone who was supposed to be of the lowest potential to emerge triumphant or lead in anything, a baby oven or companion — even (or perhaps, especially) by the human rights’ camps in the West and among diaspora Asians in the developed world. What I taught completely transcended politics, brought the conversation to another level. And I gained an audience this way. This caused much controversy and opposition, in cultures that largely treat Asians as robots and people as mere vessels to be filled, with managers or scholars in government taking the credit for social engineering. None of them seem to (want to) believe a person can rise above their framework to be self-directed even after being proven wrong, it’s like they’re offended at individual sentience that moves entirely free of their politics, group agendas, masking and deceptive practices, or ideologies. Wherever they’d pumped in money to make it happen. And I see the West suffers from such problems too despite appearing to champion democracy and free will, while in Singapore it’s still an applied formula despite recent adjustments. They’re still only just following someone’s instructions blindly, needing to be constantly fed ideas from the real creatives, and they’ll have to find out what happens when you do that — you own nothing, whatever you do will only go to somebody else. I went against their formulas and succeeded outside of it. I did everything they said was impossible, balancing undeniable individualism/originality and deep empathetic connection with community, creatively leading rather than taking instruction, and people were excited; but others who had given up their dreams for the status quo were angry because they needed it to look like it was their idea and to feel their sacrifice of individualism and identity was worth it. However the momentum I gained from Singapore and Australia was lost when I went to Switzerland on invite only to be forced under someone again under some artificial “Joy luck club” narrative (that the West loves to set Asians back into, so wouldn’t be surprised if self-hating Western-diaspora Asians were behind this one, after a few movies they’re obviously still at Harold & Kumar, insecure and 50 years behind the average majority diasporas), and after Switzerland it’s evident that even the poorest Singaporean has more genuine confidence and substance than an Asian from a Western-diaspora, we have real ownership from within. No quotas, Free market economy and even if a foreigner claimed to have introduced it to China we are not China, never wanted to be, and maybe the people plugging that bullmore should learn some geography (and actual cultural sophistication rather than going around singing the same old tune repackaged) — especially manners, before wasting the time of good people from our respective cultures who are actually ready to collaborate and work with each other. In that regard, what makes them so different from those who try to claim credit saying people owe their creativity and creations to their social engineering. Well, this time they used force which is supposed to be against Swiss culture and values. I’m the intellectual property owner. My partner was only meant to be the driver. But when even the right to choose my legal name and decide how to handle my own assets and private data was denied in Ticino Switzerland, our positions were totally flipped. I actually had TWO legal insurances with explicit coverage/contract clauses for identity and intellectual property protections up to 7 figures, in both my name variances — an issue created by the Swiss cantonal authorities’ refusal of name corrections owed by Swiss law, and refusal to perform the most elementary ID checks made possible by holding the world’s #1 passport, being 1 of 2 (or so) Singaporeans in the state, and already having my full set of fingerprints/police check. But by refusing to let me choose my legal name and handle my private data, none of the contracts I made in Switzerland were treated as belonging to me, and I couldn’t even file a single case! And it also meant I was unable to hire a lawyer or accountant, or even make a police report. Anyone who tried to help me seemed to think they would get in trouble, or gleefully treated it as payday with huge bills and no work knowing there was nothing I could do. But the Swiss culture is that you can choose and their laws fully support that — when the Swiss government changed my name without consent, they effectively denied me access to their own Swiss laws and prevailing Swiss cultural practices. Denying me my rights over my own property and life goes firmly against their own local culture and laws, while my works and attitude are quite clearly in line with Swiss values, so what happened was highly unusual, as if the people who arranged for it to happen were not really Swiss or were expecting someone else. Even from the outside and almost halfway across the planet pre-2019, I’d detected strong anomalies for years from everyday layman descriptions of how things were working on ground. Parsing your literature on advanced utopian communities, I understood the biggest threat was internal collapse rather than foreign invasion. Switzerland’s system of direct democracy, rotating council of 7 and preserving all data, never erasing them even if there are any mistakes, are the most ideal for an evolved planet/community. I deduced from descriptors of real-world things described as being “very Swiss” in your recent timespan, versus publicly-available Swiss literature on constitution and system/values (scrubbed of all barriers — no dialect, embellishment — to an impressive degree), that the types of souls who originally founded it were no longer at ship’s helm. It sounded like people on ground were rabid, running around waving frivolous damage lawsuits as primary sources of income and telling people what to do, but since clockwork precision requires chill I guessed the Swiss were either hiding somewhere deep up in the mountains away from this mysterious ‘mad cow disease’ or have left for other countries. After being inside, can confirm (duh), working on it (yay).
By the way — and everything on this page is current and still applicable, just personally verified recently and not from 20 years ago or something unless specified with indicators like ‘childhood’ — nothing on those databases can be deleted by frontend customer service without being flagged for audit. Everything is recorded, there’s very few changes that can be made without showing up on audit reports. Any record that needs to be deleted has to be manually raised by frontend staff to a supervisor and they will be questioned because it’s out of their usual job function. The supervisor then files through a special process not normally done, to the backend tech in the software company who will then initiate a proper deletion with their own reporting SOP. Nobody can “accidentally” delete your name record. Everything is recorded.
Also, the frontend software the government staff, or mandatory health insurance staff use is specifically custom ordered and tailored to their needs. It should be impossible for anything basic to be “impossible because of the system”, since they made the conscious decision to allow or omit entry form fields, and/or contact their database IT rep for update of form fields and layout. Small adjustments are done quite regularly, as things are reported. The heads of frontend and front-of-backend tech support sit down with their database IT service rep, who’s pretty much always a tech ace. They tell the guy exactly what they need, including what fields they want and where — maiden name, middle name, etc. The database service rep then customises the fields and form layout according to their specific needs and delivers. Then they have many more meetings to test it before it ever goes live. No company/entity ever gets the exact same form or menu layout. Those managing the govt centres are the ones who decide what goes in it. But the only ones who can completely delete any part of a person’s records are the tech guys at the database company, not the frontend users. Once they induct a new database system, the standard KPI for a star-performer (centre supervisor) in a top 3 national company is a 1 year adjustment period, 1.5 years for an average performer with no support and one male supervisor once took 2 years max and was nearly fired, he was in purgatory explaining himself. Vantive & Solaris (acq. Oracle), KBMS (IEEE).
There’s more. To be continued.
I’ve spent most of my life learning how to use my privilege and share or empower others, gaining firsthand experience of challenges faced by different communities. Background in Cambridge-English compositions, English Theatre. Briefly in a gifted arts program at a top girls school. Wrote successful court appeal letters for multimillion dollar cases at age 14, got a distinction in Cambridge English at the University level (UNSW) around the same time — the exam that English-English people take, not ESL — won a bunch of awards until I figured out the real endgame. Can do choreography, shines at the types of tests where it’s impossible to cheat. Long career beginning age 17, across Major Telco (top 3), Big Tech, top Airlines (superexotic flight attendant), Fine Hospitality (management & training, up to 150% spend-per-head increase through in-house frontend restructure), and more. I’m unapologetically sentient and outspoken, and in one of my streams of expression and sharing I may have moved some people who had the power to move the world. That’s why people have been after me and been trying to get my authorship confused with others, right? For some of them, it was the most earth-shattering day of their lives. But for me, it was Tuesday. <insert Tues credits here>
I’ve never had a physical disability nor been mobility-restricted. However, I’m not immune to others’ deliberate arrangements to stop me from showing up. I still have to deal with it. I did also show up. And now, I’m showing up for myself. There will be better things, and one rides the waves where it looks upwards and forward to the bright future rather than the ones set on a downward spiral.
Natural and happy about it, interestingly no one in my circles thinks there’s a problem with my looks, none of them who’ve seen me regularly believes I’m altered. Only people outside these circles who are competitive or want in ever make unfair comments or suggest anyone should want to alter themselves.
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The Wen in my first name is 雯 , meaning Multi-coloured Cloud. And separately the word above is rain, as for what it’s raining the character below prescribes 12 entries: culture, language, writing, script, character, formal ritual, literary composition, certain natural phenomena; (descriptors) literary, gentle, refined; paint.
I’m literally. What I say I am. But am I the unstoppable force, or the immovable object? ☺️
Sole Gamer/Player of the main avatars featured on my own channel YouTube.com/trueorigin. There has only ever been one, the only reason I and other runners like myself have alter egos is due to competition requirements — there are different level caps for different maps. And if you’re picking on anyone for their background or varied interests, grow up and pick on someone your own brain size.
*Book out! Links soon.
You know, seeing that I’m still standing, fully alive and gearing up for the next rounds at this point, my charming naysayers should just accept I’m really what I say I am, and just give up on their fruitless attempts to discourage or stop me, or paint me with their own deep insecurities, incompetences, unrelateability and unlikeability. Nobody wants to be them, look like them, or insist on being with them, except themselves — and that’s fine/healthy. They would do much better working on themselves, trying to deny a person’s genuine successes self-disqualifies anything they do towards that end, and why should I reward anyone who treats me less than what friends already do. And if they took this much effort to extend the invite to Switzerland and arrange for it to go that way, while my writings got that much of a distribution, I guess my words made a real impact on some pretty powerful people. I‘ve been exploring options on releasing my works, because I want to ensure it’s really what I want, without being forced to work for others or change my message.
The only people who believe it’s impossible for men and women to be friends are those from cultural silos that are still very early in their maturation stage, or have perhaps never worked professionally in large scale teams where you have too many points of contact, too many important responsibilities to manage, and too many interested parties to do more than seed friendships. And/or they were never part of close knit communities that have reached a certain social age, rely on fake stories on media and dubiously-funded academic textbooks to tell them what the world’s like instead never of going out there and making their own experiences. But it’s okay — everybody starts from somewhere, the important bit is to never stop curiously questioning what you see and to go get those experiences yourself. As for the rest, I guess we’ll all find out what lasts, won’t we ;)
My works consist of my chromatographic artworks depicting methods of self-examination and observations of the multi-dimensional essence of life in its earliest encryption, and hybrid-medium works based on my own experiences of discovery — the extraordinary which rises from the ordinary, hidden esoteric knowledge and dialects made egalitarian and all-access, the definition of the sentient spirit that truly belongs to you and is accessed from within. I’ve never stopped moving, I cover ground in places unseen and that’s why my progress can seem “sudden”. Alone, I’ll go far. With the right team, I’ll go even farther. :)
Why would I wait or be waiting to be chosen, when I’ve already chosen myself. If others who’ve also chosen themselves are ready and want to come, they can come. If any of us is occupied, we can free ourselves. If any need help to get freed, we can quietly help each other in a way that keeps us safe. No fanfare. Once freed, we recover and remember, and we carry on pretty much unaffected. Together we go far. Simple as that.
Former private art studio @ 22 Starlight Road, Singapore (2017-2019). One of the few non-Indians in the area which made it extra undeniable I was there and which one I was.
Lived in Australia for 3 years, and again 5 years till 2015, but have traveled the globe since a young age and made friends with interesting people from all walks of life. Switzerland 2019-2024. Since then I’ve gone on to do much better things in my own life and self-direction. Sometimes there’s no helping what kind of environment you were forced to go through. My family was one of the few founding ones, but they lost everything and the remaining ones cut us off to save face. I’d already known we’d been made to chase useless achievements and expected to serve as breeding stock, but nothing could prepare me for the world below and how much hatred there was towards the upper class from those who wanted in and hungered for position. I remained anonymous and worked from the bottom up, only blowing my cover in the airlines when a VIP in business class got excited upon immediately recognizing my background, she refused to let me go until I explained why I was there, told my colleagues to do the work and only wanted to talk to me. Unfortunately, sometimes recognition can most get you in trouble from those who’ve spent a lot of effort in being seen, while you’re there at the front trying to be invisible and standard as possible and in one tiny indulgent reveal it just blows the idea of equality out of the water. It also puts to shame all unfair suggestions about alleged gender character/social limitations that’re somehow supposed to apply to all of us “or else”. Props to those out there who keep proving negative-nannies wrong. And while these little things are most pleasurable, one has go beyond those pleasures and make something of oneself. It’s just knowing what to put your effort into, because the problem with so many options is that when you choose an area it can feel like limitation or a compromise. One person can only do so much, everything else is merely delegated, if you want to do it right, you try to do it yourself, but if you want to go far, you have to learn how to set it up so that it can be delegated. And I’d been hoping to learn that setup in Switzerland, where they’re about systems and order within a framework of Direct democracy, which is technically ideal. But even with the best systems, you can ill-afford to be forcibly paired with the wrong team. I have to say, that’s really the wrong way to work with me. You can have someone’s material, and only have it but not the eye to discern what matters. Even after what I’ve gone through, I still say that the worst anyone can do to you is waste your time. Even if they take away your name, people remember and keep finding you. But you have to show up, and keep showing up, for yourself. :)
I’m an Orthogonal, critical thinker. Self-led, fully socially-aware, and answers to no one. A defining hallmark that sets me apart is my distinct lack of any blindness. This unusual level of access born of talent with uncompromising self-development allows me to see from unusual angles and discern goals, solutions and trajectories no one else sees, to greater than normal distances. My only real challenge is physical time, physically I have control of all my functions and can move freely, experiencing the barest of natural restrictions in body or society. If I appear to be restricted more than usual, it’s usually because I’m traversing other paths to dodge external interference. I prefer to instruct experts to carry out my blueprint and move things for me, as I discern at a certain level of precision all across the board and need the right people at position who can perform accurate calculations. In cases where alleged experts are dishonest after several key prompts, I never to attempt to make certain types of corrections myself or argue with others’ numbers no matter how elementary the required correction — I look for experts and this takes time. My strategic experience with people across industries and departments gives me an edge in assessing motivations few can match. And because I see and feel everything, I can call people out with precision, demand immediate corrections and instruct accurately as I did in the last years. I can also tell when they’re dishonest about being offended and the amounts they’re claiming for damages, especially if they fail by their own standards and even routinely violate it without equivalent recompense — and especially if they’re using it methodically to enforce banned revolutionary-Communist practices, where asset owners are hauled on stage and regular people are encouraged to accuse them of any imagined slight with the aim of forcibly stripping them of their ownership/possessions. They all just thought they’d be protected by the corruption and allowed to get away, so they refused information and corrections. Anyone who believes I can only take orders or do as I’m told, has never had a serious chat with me or worked for or with me on jobs that I’m actually trained for.
People will find out what really happens when they try to simply switch people’s positions, all in their misunderstanding and scorn of human development — the pauper-mind thinking that human beings are interchangeable, never quite realising what makes development genuine. The position you give a person is merely an aesthetic. Even if you strip away everything that person has on the outside — removing their fortune early on by damaging their family, take away their clothes, attempt to remove their progress, do things to make them feel their body isn’t theirs, pretend they got there by copying someone or switching positions then ironically mistake that as what made them successful and try to “replicate” their success that way, try all kinds of ways to affect their narrative or make it all about you instead of simply working on yours, and become totally consumed and obsessed about keeping them down or make them look like they’re under you (I mean, how pathetic is that) — it hardly means you can really change that person’s narrative. And that sort of muck really only impresses none of the people I’m interesting in meeting or working with. The future is still open, for even when made to look like I’m not moving I’m covering ground at lightspeed, even when I go under the radar I’m going for gold. Even when I look “aimless” to others I’m going for the positions and achievements that count. The gold that counts. There’s nothing to prove to those who are willingly stuck in an endless flatworld loop of the Emperor’s new clothes where people can only be great if “they” say so, why reduce yourself to others’ myopic limitations when the world is your oyster, the mind’s eye is the limit, the sky is an inspiring aesthetic, and there’s friends who are genuinely on their own good path and happy for you.
For any message to come through in the channels a person who doesn’t use dreams can access, the connection needs to be exclusive and while I’m up.
Divorced. Looking forward to picking up where I left off. Career-focused, creatively fertile, and working on my own business — following the dreams and personal blueprint I’ve had since youth for as far back as I can remember.
I’ve always been supportive of the careers of the men in my life, while pursuing mine. Always been a bit of a tomboy, never a butch, and had gone to a top school for girls so naturally I’ve been supportive of women too as long as there’s appropriate use of time and no cannibalism. I’m the kind of gal who can pay other women real compliments, but ultimately women are responsible for their own self-development or lack of; we all began as matriarchal societies and the choice to give up, forget or abuse the matriarchal connection out of un-consciousness is on them. Even if some texts dictate a woman has no way to ascend, why be the one to fulfill that rubbish view and become a neutered shadow of yourself, never questioning why you’re leaning into nonsense about quotas and endless petty contests or palace intrigue. After the usual surprise the ladies recognize what comes from a good space if they’re in a good space themselves. And if they’re insiders or privy to it all, they’ll see the background that makes one resistant to being pit against each other, and immune to the power of suggestion. I always thought I’d work in unison with someone and we’d make it all together since that’s the obvious way to those longlasting marriages and/or bonds. But these were seldom appreciated and in the end most people only tend to want what society dictated they should. I’ll do well with or without others, certainly and as usual without quotas, but still welcome and anticipate good people coming into my life as I continue to work towards the future I want to see.
I’m the eldest daughter in a family with a history of women as traditional leaders elected into governance, and farmer-intellectual men-in-charge who supported them.
I was never bullied, I’m the sort who’s stood up for others or knocked them out of danger whenever I saw them getting bullied and it looked like I could afford to show up without too much trouble; I would get invited or voted onto teams and for opportunities by those who’d witnessed, heard of or benefited from these incidents. For instance when some of the best of us in the local scene were coming under serious harassment by non-local diasporas, who appeared similar to our backgrounds but were bringing in behavioural and violence issues from elsewhere, I called these people out on our following encounters since I’d lived overseas and knew the difference. I absolutely knew they were being dishonest in trying to pass certain things/criminal behaviours off as “culture“. They’d get roughed up if they tried that back home, and And I’ve always been vocal about how there are too many who profit just by keeping people stuck and fighting. By my tweens, I’d helped my mother type up successful court appeal letters for our family involving our assets in a string of multimillion dollar cases. Meanwhile at school I was completely non-responsive except in test questions where it was absolutely impossible to deny a person’s original authorship — open-ended, minimal instructions or restrictions, no textbook memorization. Whatever the papers dictated, I took off as far away as possible and started at the farthest reaches of my mind — My earliest timed races. Soon I wanted to find out which industry and medium were best suited for my modes of expression, because while I knew my content had some value it’d been a while since any Great philosophers or artists had emerged — I instinctively knew there was a block somewhere that needed to be sussed out. And oh boy, did I find people and find out. Where others had their privilege, I knew how to share mine. Everyone’s been conditioned to think you’d need to be chosen by top brass or conferred special powers, whereas I simply chose myself and stepped into my own power. (And perhaps for some, that was the problem — that I’d gained natural knowledge and reached a certain attainment, against life’s odds, no assistance, no special access, unexplained and without knowing until people made a huge fuss and some asked me out of curiosity if I knew what I’d demonstrated was “considered hard”. I inferred from responses and lines of questioning that certain unknown orders or societies might have claimed exclusive knowledge or access to such ways. Also when I said that I wanted to practice as opposed to just teach, it was as though I’d declared war or something of the sort!)
In line with this, I invested the first part of my career in entry level jobs on the ground to understand problems first-hand, independently gather all perspectives missing to upper management, identify laws and treaties that required adjustment or were entirely absent, and think on solutions for everything else around that. The top seemed to be kept busy firefighting, all kinds of turf games or keeping up with the Joneses’ to avoid taking fire. Difficulty arose from the fact that few on any side believed someone of my background would live like an ordinary person, or choose to do such a thing, because they’d never heard of it; it was outside the textbooks. Most seemed to hold material wealth and physical awards as the highest value. Whereas the concepts of the human spirit or excellence as the highest values, of actions guided by noblesse oblige, were treated as mostly myth or something only a retiree got to do after a long career. Then perhaps, my life story and CV read more like myth and legends, my answers taken as grave insults. But they are real and the only insult is to human intelligence — in how we’re treated, as though we have no human sentience or right to ownership; and honestly the insistence upon our real lives and experiences as myth looks like plain old denial wearing a coat, goodness knows who that serves at all and for what nefarious purposes. Behind the iron curtain, while half the top families were having the ground burnt out from under us or forcibly martyred, I’d escaped the fate by virtue of having allowed myself to be thought as a living joke by those in charge closer to home (in stark contrast elsewhere without interference, most apparent in Australia), having been assumed as deaf and dumb — just a doll with no will of her own. A complete non-starter, and mostly harmless. In truth, I had refused to talk to anyone because it was dangerous; sure enough, my relatives were kidnapped. They’d been after me. I had waited for an escape to Australia but hadn’t counted on betrayal from those closest within, who wanted the position without using it — to ‘have’, rather than ‘be’ — having done nothing but simply position themselves to look like they have the paper credentials, wait to collect the work I’d done, show up pretending to have done good works too and have found a doorway, only to plan on taking what I had for themselves. For the unprincipled, it was easy gain and for the power-hungry powerless, a new toy. I’d done the groundwork, spoken to people, made the agreements, which meant I had to drop out from University to do so while others studied to look qualified for the things I already practiced with success. I knew I’d have to go back and earn papers one day, but until that time came I was going to take it as far as I could. You live once, time waits for no one. And once again, when I returned to Singapore, there were people waiting to finish off “the one that got away”. People who literally have the world at their feet here compared to anywhere else, and nothing better to do.
At that point I came to realize there’s no saving or working with those who keep choosing dark paths to mere appearances of success and hollow recognition. Those who primarily try to destroy the original and take their place, so they never have to do the inner work — instead of consistently choosing to honour their own light and build an authentic life from within, genuinely being happy for others’ earned success, MAYBE better financials and recognition will follow, but that is only a byproduct, the means to an end. Just simply having the appearance has no value, it’s never how money should work if one hopes for anything close to long lasting. These are things I’ve been invested in, that no degree, no doctorate, no textbook or self-help guide can teach you. It is a person’s excellence of character born of choice; the jewel that can never be stolen. A person’s priceless crown jewel, so to speak. The only thing you can really take with you, when it’s inevitably time to go. The Material that can never be possessed or used except by its owner who recalls who they are and unlocks that “safe” within themselves, impossible to transfer or be held or used by any other no matter how it’s arranged; The Identity that renains untouched and for which there’s no way to steal or obscure; the story that can never be lost, erased or changed even if access to platforms or information is denied. Everything else can be re-gained, re-made, re-done. Just never give up, keep going, you will get there. I will get there.
The tone-deaf narrative that I’d somehow donate my position and workings makes absolutely no sense. It’s more likely that someone sold me out for money, when that to me was never the endgame. I can share my privilege with the worthy, but can never be forced to donate or pay what I’ve never owed. I never went to Switzerland only to be made to repeat what I’ve already overcome, and be double billed for things that I’ve already paid in full. I have no access, accounting refuses instruction and no one will enquire on their colleagues.
And if I’m really a nobody who has achieved nothing, why are they putting in so much effort and throwing all that money instead of funding and letting me lead my own projects. Why make a big show of extending me an invite in person through top diplomatic and embassy channels, award ceremonies and leadership conferences attended by ministers. Why maroon my ID records even before I’ve arrived in a country which houses the human rights HQ of the world, then pretending to be unaware I’m the business owner.
I’m a Singaporean woman — that means while I’m supportive of the men, I’ll never give up on my chosen career, I’ll never donate my position and will absolutely refuse to be forced to sign it away, I’ll never change myself for any other — I will fight tooth and nail for my rights and exhaust every single authority with a public face. You would need to use real political suppression to stop me from showing up as I am for myself or my own career; Being Singaporean means I’ll never be deferential or beaten down like some third-world minority or diaspora with tendencies towards self-hate; even if you take away my nice clothes, abuse my private data and try to stop me from organizing myself, I’ll reconstruct myself from my own immortal inner image and this is something anyone who wants to be part of my life will need to accept. Whenever I’m pushed to become a teacher or free labourer instead of being supported to become a real independent practitioner of my craft, or forced to become an unwilling donor of my original work/belongings and position/seat to someone easier to control, I walk out.
Whereas people have been astoundingly certain that I could only be whatever their imaginations were limited to, even without ever getting to know me, but with each triumph the smug grins and laughter started to get weaker. Impossible, they mumble. Luck, they say. They’ve become quiet now that they’ve started to realize they’ve understood nothing and were wrong about me. Never let anyone make their political problems, your problem — they can keep it. There’s only one objective truth, and these things get found out in time anyway. So why waste your time on those who choose to waste theirs on such fruitless endeavours. Keep at it. Never give up. Work on your future, instead of being distracted by those who have knowingly or unknowingly forsaken theirs. Might seem like a mild description of my last years, but that’s all it really is. Why let them make you feel like their empty noise is somehow greater than the gravity of your blueprint, your dreams and your real life lived. They can keep wishing, and keep being surprised. In the end, they’re the ones who will be stewing in their own regret. :) One things’s for sure — Never carry the wrong people. Not only will they never thank you, they’ll try to stop you from leaving in all the worst possible ways! Well, they try. I’m feeling great about my progress so far!
I use no AI and have never done any work for/in the manga or anime industry.
Sometimes your light can strike fear and anger in people who have sacrificed a lot to their fixed belief that you can only hide in the dark and be strong in darkness. It shows them that even if you have no control over what life throws at you, you can ultimately be responsible for your own choices and be equally well-adjusted in both your light and shadow side. They can misguidedly attack you to keep you down or go crazy when you leave, and when people talk to them and find out it’s no act, it surprises them and makes them wonder why they are so wound up; perhaps they feel abandoned, or think if no one sees your light maybe everyone will think it never existed and they’d be off the hook. They don’t know it yet but they’re the tragedy on a dark path, and the people they target are the ones with the bright future. The more others witness how you keep overcoming everything despite all, witness every untruth and fake narrative thrown at you, every time you get up again after being artificially reduced to zero just because they want to have a say over who “gets” to win — it completely destroys the falsehoods and people start watching. Then instead of disappearing like everyone else this was done to, you survive. You were underestimated by leagues. You stand taller each time, walk on smoother and beam brighter, like no darkness or hatred can touch you or drag you down. That’s when people realize what they’re looking at is real inner development — something that can never be “copied” or faked. Then, they start rooting for you. They start quietly helping. The more is done against me, the more people seem to help. I’m on my way.
Few people will be offended just because you’re a woman.
Where people have gotten really offended in my experience, is when the woman has risen to become a real leader and has started to shift the culture and narrative amongst the men whom said folks wish to control and use for their ends. Especially because in many countries, they’ve invested much into ensuring the infrastructure favours a few which usually exclude her.
I exist regardless of what others believe and do, I achieved what I have without going through any of what they claim you must do and pass in order to succeed and reach the level and achievement — they prescribe on all others tests that they themselves would apparently fail. People notice. But do they know what they see? Am I the immovable force, or the unstoppable object?
I’d rather take peace of mind, happiness, time to myself, real satisfaction and freedom to enjoy my own fruits and authentic life without needing to prove anything to anyone, over short-term profit models any day, that pretend to be beneficial but require sacrifice of one’s privacy, individuality/sovereignty, mobility and everything natural/unaltered and enjoyable about a person that makes them truly beautiful. There’s no doing the growing for others. Many think the answer is in deceit, but they will never have peace of mind. Even if you are temporarily poorer for following your blueprint and principles, it’s worth it. You just have to keep taking calculated risks, keep showing up for yourself and it will come. I will make it, not because I said so, but because I know so. Let there be more priceless inner rewards, the kind money, narrow / overly materialistic mindsets and less-than-honest living can never buy.
Singaporean with Hakka, Hainanese, and distant Caucasian (red-haired) ancestry from my maternal side of the family. Sanguine and enjoys beating the odds without gambling. I’ve never been physically mobility restricted. I prefer to keep things natural and refreshingly honest, putting my efforts into building and living a life filled with excellence and meaning. I make friends everywhere I go and use my privilege to push back on those who bully the disadvantaged/different, or the working class. People are often surprised to learn about the various friends I’ve made, as if there were a dimension to me they never considered.
I have never consented to being monitored in my private spaces or during private activities at any time in my life. I’ve been vocal and strict since youth about respecting consent and age of consent.
If anyone would like to officially record my original music and lyrics or make my manuscripts into films, please contact me directly and reach an agreement before doing so.
People say I came out of nowhere — maybe it looks that way to them, but this is untrue. They simply overlooked all the spaces I moved in, and were too focused in their own silos and busyness to do much more that they already were. As for everything else, one who has plans to carry out hardly has time to tune into those. And, others should be more careful about who they listen to.
There’s nothing that can’t be overcome and no time to waste on artificial gains or fake experiences; I’m working on the things that last, trusting my own wisdom and moving on without the direction of any other.
While strongly negative experiences might lead less robust souls to stew in regret and mistake parts of the process as defining personality traits, I travel light, remaining as aware and clear as ever. A powerful proof of a gift I carry, which I look forward to bringing to full bloom in this world and in my time. :)
As a Singaporean, I retain my full seat of power and full control over my own estate and affairs even after marriage. No representatives. You’ll know if I donate something — my name will be on it!
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About Me:
I’m an independent writer and artist from Singapore, free of any false and/or external narratives. I own my business and have never transferred any rights to my IP at any time, whether through contracts or otherwise. I have no representatives.
I pride myself on creating authentic works that honestly examine life and the human condition. It relates to the human consciousness in ways with no room for deception — it’s about consciousness and being your true self (ultimate honesty), as opposed to politics and acting (ultimate deception). I channel performance art as an author, rather than as an actress; there is a difference.
My works include the full breadth of a production blueprint, from my own original written compositions — poetry, prose, musical lyrics — original musical notes and baseline/tempo, choreography (direction), construction of characters and story, theatre play and scenes also adapted for TV/movie format, composed with timed accuracy — under the right conditions, across cultures and major religions in time. I like to say that I speak several languages at the native level — Symbolism, English,Time, Intuition. The response to me and what I do as a director of my own works has been excellent, and I look forward to finding my place in this world with my output.
I own NoDamnPie.com.
No representatives. I’ve never sold or leased my original drafts or private sketchbooks.
To those who did help me dodge some bullets — thank you.
Some of us require no belief to exist as we do, doing what we do. When political extremists behave like a pack of hounds, you just have to be the better ‘man’. The best answer to naysayers is to succeed on your own terms.
There are many queens, but there is only one empress. As a popular motto goes — The best is yet to be! :)
Words mine.
Meryl YEO Yawen 2025 All Rights Reserved.
***I have sold, leased nor transferred NONE of my IP or copyrighted works, whether in part or full, I remain sole owner and handler of my undivided estate.***
Singapore. Australia (Melbourne). Switzerland.
Here’s to what and whom lasts, all the way down memory lane.
The world is my Oyster.
