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Meryl Yeo, Yawen
(Meryl has been my maiden nickname since 2003. Yeo Yawen is my full name.
I’m the only one in my family whose Full Chinese name 杨 or 楊 (Yeo) 雅雯 (Yawen) sounds like 3 Yes-es, looks like it’s nurturing or raining high literature/high culture, or like elegant colourful cloud patterns. I’m also the only one in the family whose full name alone looks and sounds like three friendly/funny/jolly Yes’s in some European languages — ‘Yeohh’, ‘Yahhh’, ‘Yawww’ (Yor/ YYw), so it also looks unusually joyful. Conversely, it also looks like the cloud could be taking a wee piss on culture from outside the picture as the last word (in my name) and all you can see is the rain and the culture (see youtube,com/trueorigin). The other 3 reasons are a bit PG.) I look nothing like the comedian Jimmy whose initials spell Joy, he’s a dead ringer for my younger sister. At present I have some unusual sunburn/bronzing patterns across parts of my face that will be there for at least 6-12 months, which can’t be covered by makeup so I look like I’m wearing a costume party mask of a certain furry ballsy Japanese restaurant host/greeter statue when I show up.)
The other two sound like either no or exceptional literature/culture, or endless rain over a forest.
*Authorities in Switzerland registered my name without a say, as:
Yawen Schindhelm née Yeo
I and my company are strictly Standalones.
Ignostic Freethinker. No religion. Staunch critic of martyrdom.
I was always the top performer in my family in youth. When some realized I wasn’t just making them proud but would also surpass them by far, they plotted to kill me off, used copied credentials and redistribute my assets & achievements/works among themselves. It was arranged so my team would be obstructed from finding me. Two outsiders intercepted the conversation so that we would always have to go through one to access my paternal mother’s line, and the second one inserted himself into the conversation between a top Official and I before we ever had a chance to meet. The first one had lied that they knew my family, telling everyone that my younger sister was the only sister in the family which prolonged the search for me, and managed to do this by apparently showing people she had my contact details (I’d likely only briefly met her and she got my contact by pretending to offer something that could be good for me while I was on my way). The second one is the son of a former public official who had been looking to save his career after he was given no opportunities after publicly opining that a certain Head of State had no future. I saw what both of them look like during my investigations. Before this began, I informed a friend that I’d been told by a key person who witnessed my birth that my name was switched before any of us were born. I then gave them the coordinates for my sister, in case they tried to do the aforementioned killing. I also told them about the Yes-es and the colourful clouds. Since I was 19 years old, there was a religious nutter I’ve had to intermittently deal with who kept muttering something about “0 belongs to us, not you”. Another person asked for my forgiveness out of the blue, told me my family had been cursed and I would have no way to gain momentum — he never told me what he did that plagued him with guilt and made him lose sleep at night.
All my creations are my own originals unless specified. I choose and purchase my own material, choose every turn of phrase, word, stroke, space, technique, timing and tone right down to every meticulous detail. I strive for Independence of Thought and Application of my own Self-realized Individualism in all that I do, which shows in my purchasing decisions across everything I have in life barring gifts from friends and family. Each has a unique purchase history with a memory tied to it, which I can recount any time I like even if alone and out of sight — even if others take them as their own for whatever reason. I’ve saved up for whatever I want, reshuffling life as necessary, and just gone for it. Most hesitate because they listen to the old fearmongering from the usual quarters, but I’m freed of such things since I developed myself independently since young. I’ve noticed that people who’ve wanted some form of control would sometimes suggest I’m a problem. Fortunately, common sense usually won out. Whatever’s been happening and happening now is nothing new per se, just different places, people, techniques and how far they’ll go to push their personal agenda(s) — and it will continue to be nothing new to me when I overcome these as always and get back on track to my own blueprint. Just another day in life, back to enjoying all the big and little things in life, all that’s in between and even further out, and working on publishing my own original self-made content and workings. Too bad if others default to easy answers, but these are my works and as the original creator and ideator/developer of them I can explain them like no one else can, not even if others’ presentation looks technically better and carried out with more expensive machines. An inventor always explains it differently from someone who just reproduces or carries out what others have discovered or dictated to them. In this regard, I’m an inventor and it should be apparent from the way I continue and stay integrated in myself despite and in spite of any obstacles.
I think the world can work together. What we can ill afford, are bad actors setting it up because they hate to see us get along and work together. They’re deathly afraid we’ll get together, compare notes and figure things out for ourselves, that their functions will be meaningless. They create obstacles so that when I talk about what they have organized to be done to me, trying to get help and keep myself safe by making people aware of the situation, others could mistakenly think I’m saying there’s no way to work together and nothing good that can come of it — which is untrue. There’s people trying to stop any of us from ever meeting and working with each other independently. They often pretend to offer real opportunities, insert themselves, and make us think they are us. Then they destroy the potential of a connection in what would’ve otherwise been an ideal and mutually beneficial union and relationship between cultures and people. These covert operations hurt us most. But none of that will stop any of us — they wish. Instead of running into them abroad as I seem to have these last years, I’ll make my own way so that my stand and beliefs/works will be impossible for them to twist and/or lie about. Then we’ll all be good for connection, if it should so please us, once we meet and understand one another.
We all have problems. Our countries have problems. You and I, we’re all different. It’s good that way. I still see you, I still believe we’re stronger in our differences. We have our quarrels, our own life challenges — so what. As long as we are dedicated to being individuals we have a chance that everything is (still) possible given time and effort. Possible each as ourselves, impossible with these groups.
Some unusual events happened in Switzerland, including the fields on my forms apparently being changed by others backend (religion? Catholic, instead of Freethinker — I triple checked the forms with Embassy consular staff, it was all correct), administration. I wasn’t able to walk about it much except try and report the technicalities/problem here but I see there’s a limit to text and video. These things can only be discussed the old way, in person. Something odd also happened with the wedding rings, the fittings and sizings I was given, how they turned out being sized for the third finger. I was given a strange reason when asked to wear my wedding ring on a different finger on my wedding day, which almost caused me to call it all off until I was given triple assurances this was part of a plan to clapback to naysayers/detractors and get us on track. Something happened during the photoshoots, changes. Emails were strange, with differences in quantity from one email to another but seemed easy to request corrections and give benefit of doubt when the other cited stress as a reason, since this had never happened before. My 2016 Art of Zinemaking workshop points to the wrong person’s instagram account, of a totally different racial background and geography and native spoken language (I speak Cambridge English).
I’m pretty hardy, saavy as ever and clued up. I get it.
I’ve hired a civil rights lawyer as of this year and am making progress, one step at a time.
Regardless of where you’re at in life in any given point, the only constant is that one same person you have to live with and face in your alone moments which is your Self.
In future, everything will be traceable right down to the very last author, every human being, every strand. Everything else falls away in time, revealing all. There is only one objective truth. The most valuable “things” will be of our unique and unadulterated human expression and spirit, from authentically lived human experience and real memories that nothing external can corrupt. All the the people who stand most to gain from destroying humanity, who throw people under the bus, wish hard that they can get away with it, write any human being off as AI — well they’d better be prepared to fail hard too, ’cause they’ve grossly misassessed the future and what it means to be in it. They are all eyes that fail to see, they are all ears everywhere but are never able hear the music of the ever-moving, ever-shaking world that exists and continues despite all, in spite of all. And for what it’s worth, here I come with pen and brush as sword. :>
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