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Meryl Yeo Yawen

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Literary, visual, musical compositions

No paid-for-hire, no services. I represent myself and no one else.

My email address is right here. I’m also on WhatsApp. Quick E2EE encrypted document drops available at meryl.yeo@proton.me. I respond within 48 hours.

(Swiss authorities Registered me without my consent as: Yawen Schindhelm née Yeo)
Independent Standalone Artist & Author of Avant Garde Originals in English Literature, Pop & Operatic lyrical & musical compositions (composed between 2014-2019), Sound Engineering, Visual & Performing Arts composition & choreography.

Meryl’s my maiden nickname. No one I’ve come across who is from the modern First World like I am and who’s doing the right thing has ever told me they had any trouble understanding this when explained.

Yeo is my maiden surname.

Yawen is my Chinese maiden first name.

On legal documents and Singapore passport, my name is Yeo Yawen.

Singapore’s late Founding Father and first prime minister’s name is Lee Kuan Yew. No one in the English-speaking First World ever had a problem following that name or printing it in the correct order.

Mr. Lee’s English name was Harry, which he stopped using when he went into politics. Again, one ever claimed to not understand.

Before he dropped the English name it was historically printed as:

Mr. Harry Lee Kuan Yew.

He was Cambridge alumnus, Also a Barrister.

I’ve never been bullied, nor am I a drug or substance user. I have no vices, partly due to the fact that my genes have built-up natural immunity to all/any forms of addiction. I was always a little lazy, but could score the long shots with little to no warm up (probably why it looked like drugs to people with little exposure to top capable people, among which I was ironically seen as underperforming/lazy while looking like I was off the charts/ridiculously OP to others outside who were bowling over with laughter and telling me I wasn’t like the others because I wasn’t stuck up). I was the one who stood up to bullies, taught people how to stay completely drug-free in Creative pursuit and environments with bad influences, and am well-known for that. Real grassroots, chosen by people, from an elite background pushing back against both elitism and extreme nationalism and associated country/community de-stabilising movements. It’s only ever been Authorities or people in power who have tried to punish me for speaking up by making it look like I somehow bowed to a normal bully when they forced an entire foreign government administration in a way that completely bypassed my consent, refused me legally owed corrections to remotely change my Singaporean unique ID/status on Singapore government databases and refused me a lawyer. I did this alone. I was alone the whole time, accosted while just on my way trying to conduct a normal life. The people who appointed themselves as helping me, none of them appeared to be working for me or taking my instructions even though I was paymaster and it was my name on there — even later when I sourced and hired independents. I even personally sent overnight FedEx courier letters from my Singapore address to lawyers stating the work was exclusively for me and no one else, and flew to Switzerland to their appointment showing my air tickets and Singapore passport. Every single lawyer knows that’s admissible legal proof in court. None of this worked. They were that confident it would never have its day in court and I was even told by an ex-judge/ex-bar assc pres that I could pay 5 figures to have it raised only for a guaranteed case dismissal — they weren’t offering that as an option by the way. I pushed. They wanted me to sign an Apostille (Hague convention) à la a suicide note and assured me they wouldn’t charge much. I mean.. Wow. So grateful for much kindness. The gas chamber has USB charging ports.

I’ve never had a problem standing toe to toe with the Art Deco crowd. I was part of those chichi crowds from early on, in a role usually taken on by the Owners of the establishment. If you know, you know. If you don’t, you don’t. Nobody had a problem with seeing me as the Owner, nor understanding that I’m not someone who normally thinks about work “by the hour”. We were already above such concerns. And what I provided for people who did work by the hour, was the inspiration that we could be more — that there is such a thing as the Singapore Dream. If you treat your crew well they’ll go everywhere with you — it’s hard enough as it is to find anyone who looks after them. Why would anyone be mean-spirited or even hateful enough to drag me down to that level, or go out of their way to associate me with such a modus operandi, unless they have beef with the breed of people who actually have the gumption and pizazz to keep pushing through to transcend such mindsets? Why are they so unhappy for you when you shine? If they dislike it, why don’t they just let me go when I bid them adieu — as if they knew the lights would go out if I left yet hated me for “needing” me while forcing me to stay? I was usually mistaken as the owner of the establishment in both Singapore and Australia and both Asians and Caucasians were often absolutely shocked to find out I wasn’t. In Switzerland, I simply would’ve been improperly introduced or there was deliberate intention, a common social friction clueing you up to the fact that you’re with opponents and hostiles not partners or friends. They just wouldn’t let me go. They wanted something I have, but wouldn’t deal aboveboard or fair (Not “fair dinkum”).

I was never properly introduced as an Owner or someone of commensurate status (none of this was anonymous). I used to do a lot of hosting and entertaining well-heeled crowds, and being from my kind of high society family I was queen of introductions and social nuances, and you can always tell. I called out quite a few people in the day, when they were treating someone as less than.

It would be disingenuous to refuse my right to report just to find excuses to suggest I suffer from “moral weakness”. Quite the contrary; it is those over the last years who have refused my choice, instruction and reports who are morally weak and too cowardly to take action or do the right thing when I was demanding their accountability. Furthermore I can’t possibly be held to a level of responsibility for which I was never given the official position and status, ala Russia. No one taught me how to use any tool; I have 10 years’ experience in public data and Fortune 500 Big tech/Telco/Banking including Vantive/Solaris, 100-points ID verification, troubleshooting, case-logging/queue dispatch and processing finance applications for high net worth, firmly in between my high-end front-of-house and TV/radio appearances. For instance at no time did I deposit a power of attorney with the previous Swiss family lawyers, all my enquiries were denied and/or blocked; there is no way I could have given consent — None of them needed it once authorities cleared that administration without a power of attorney then denied me corrections or access to my own records by keeping up this charade that they thought I wasn’t the person (the people at the tax office turned pale). The fact is that if it had been made clear to me that I had been unofficially transferred to a joint application (they made me come back to sign >50 times because they couldn’t get me to make a mistake. Then when I pulled out the wrong form they snatched it and refused to return it claiming they have a special procedure to shred it), I would immediately have known. But even this was withheld from me and authorities refused to answer my questions. Obviously a person can only go with the facts and timelines made available to them and adjust as they look deeper and come across new and compelling information; the whole Western success formula prescribes experiencing failure and making mistakes, then getting back up again and continuing, as necessary and requisite conditions to achieving long-lasting success. By their own formula, those who refuse you the right to correct these mistakes are knowingly refusing your right to success.

Likewise it’s never been a matter of whether people know my name Meryl Yeo Yawen or not. Just like how people would feel you’re insulting their intelligence if you were to suggest Mr. Lee or anyone else should want to be any other race, no one in the right mind would change my race and religion to register me as Indian, or a different religion, and expect anyone to believe that. No one has ever had issues with how I am either, I’ve been quite happy being who I am and have a track record of excelling in front-facing non-quota diversity SMEs and Fortune 500 corporate roles. If you were to tell me they changed my religion or race on paper to allegedly protect me from being taken apart, I’d laugh — in application, it was done by government precisely to allow these people to take me apart. None of it was independent or a statement on me except I must have really made a difference and really be the world’s best in what I do to be a target of this. It’s just classic losers playing games to try and say I’m not important, trying to render me unrecognizable, from an attitude of putting down the winner that’s all too common as with poor sportsmanship and negative attitudes. At no time have I advocated taking on other people’s problems. Instead, I speak of free agreements and rejection of victimhood, transmutation, doing our fair share and setting aside the need for petty gains and to get ahead of another.

I use no AI. I contribute to no AI.

I descend from a line that is
Literary . Artistic . Musical

Singaporean, pioneer generation family. One of the Founding families in Singapore.

Distinction in Cambridge C2 at Age 14.

English Theatre all-rounder.

Former Host (including 3-hat), TV commercial appearances (prime time channel promo), Melbourne Radio appearances to talk about my indie creative work, ex-Siren cardholder.

Calm in the storm, sees over-athleticism as a waste, and easily maintain my preferred appearance anyway with simple activity adjustments, I look happy and comfortable in myself rather than skinny or muscular — in a way that’s only had a positive effect on my experiences.

In my own Creative craft I do no paid-for-hire work nor provide such services. I make bespoke originals based on my own lived experiences and acquire my own funding. I keep my work separate and have no students. Details I provided for one purpose or specific agreement/contract with one person, entity and/or company can never be unofficially transferred to a different agreement/contract. This would void the unofficial agreement/contracr and absolve me of any obligation of original agreement/contract fulfilment. For instance if I worked corporate jobs in my 20s, an old employer can’t show up years later and claim they have a right to represent me as their employee, or that they own my original creative manuscripts. There’s also no characterizing my works as belonging to “students” or anybody else when my works precisely match my lived experiences — akin to unique fingerprints that no one else has.

To do what I’m able to do as a Creative, I maintain a clean heart, mind, body as much as possible. That means no substances. I’ve never had a terminal illness or disability. I achieved this while in Australia, with a supporting community that included various Europeans, some Aboriginal individuals (latter of whom was one spokesperson who was not a full, others who were full were curious but kept distance. They only asked why I was here and why they could see me. They said I was really brave to speak up as myself and advertise my presence by putting my works out there, something that took time for me to fully grasp). The range is achieved also without substances, and once earned your Creativity remains surprisingly (to my delight) accessible even if/when forced to operate in places where there’s cause to worry about your food or drink, or hostiles. I am an Ignostic free thinker.

Non-AI.

If others lack an imagination, or lack an imagination especially of you, you’d jolly well better have the better imagination of yourself and the future you will accept for yourself, and the world you want to live in.

I keep going and never settle for less.

I’ve succeeded in becoming the world’s best/strongest in my specific Creative Intellectual bracket, in part due to critical thinking skills and background which are inimitable.

I will never lower myself to sell my Art.

I will never lower my standards.

I will never settle for what I’ve been forced to look like I have in Singapore. That is just what outsiders want to see, when they tried to take everything from my distinguished family. What they want for me is the opposite of what I want for myself. I’ll certainly fight to my last breath for the future I want to see and fully deserve. They have no right to register people with net worth and credit like we were worthless, stupid and/or poor. That’s just stupidity and what happens when you outsource your critical thinking. I’ve never outsourced mine. I was just blocked from reporting channels and made to look like I said nothing by refusing to log my cases and file reports. It’s classic misfeasance, malfeasance and non-feasance on the part of relevant authorities, all three present.

Put out what you want to see. Not just what other people want to see. Be the way you want to be. Never change for anybody. Listen to yourself and those who want to see you succeed, rather than those who just want to make you fail. Opportunities and kindred souls will come. Persist, refuse to be discouraged, and be rewarded the way you dream it — that’s the way you rise above the trash that’s out there, and sail right past them to your goals. My ambitions are sky high, no one has managed to dampen my spirit - ready or not, I know I am. :)

I have never advocated lowering oneself to sell one’s Art, nor of lowering one’s bill to reach others. My methods refuse acts of sacrifice.

I will never give what I have away. In the end, the the ones with the empty works will come across as the jokes. No need for me to do anything extra in that regard, I must say they did better there than I could’ve done for them alone ;)

I’ve always performed best as a Standalone. And if people genuinely think I’m not good enough, why do they get so upset when they see me move on and do well?

I achieve my best works clean, without vice. I use no psychedelics, most people seem to have forgotten what pure healthy imagination is like due to the global decrease in overall critical thinking skills and need to know. For me, the passion is always there. It’s the conception point that has always needed to be highly specific to me. It’s distilled/calculated and aligned from a skill that’s not taught, and there’s too much mumbo jumbo out there and people against knowledge and exploration of sentience, essentially teaching others what would let us set ourselves free.

There were and are no warnings on any known issues with Switzerland’s official government from any official source or otherwise. Switzerland was flagged as absolutely safe as a neutral zone for civilians, that checks were done, but apparently some never developed the sophistication or social/intellectual evolution to understand what lasts and what counts. I was framed for things which had nothing to do with me, and their government Registrar weaponized their administration in an aneutral move, by transferring my approved application against their own law (see ZGB/CC Art. 43 on Informed consent) to a joint application that allowed them to secretly change my vital data (race and parents) without needing any verification or consent using an undisclosed external party’s application form to stop anything I said or did from registering from the very moment I set foot on their soil. It was the government that denied me access to my own private data and corrections owed by law, folding my one singular identity in two and fracturing it in a way that was impossible to give consent to. As proof: they did this in a way such that none of their own frontend employees could see it from their own government terminals in person nor over the phone, because it was split over different departments that don’t talk to each other and only insist they are all correct at the end after they are done rendering you unrecognizable and *only when you leave*. I had to figure this out on my own and could find no Swiss lawyer able to file a motion against the Swiss government to enforce my choice, even though I had right of way by Swiss law and was able to cite those specific laws on my own research (ZGB/CC Art. 42 on right for individuals and cantonal authorities to request court orders for disputed information on civil status entries and Art. 43 requiring the government to correct obvious mistakes of their own volition; FADP Art. 6(6) and 6(7) defining terms of Informed Consent and sensitive data handling). It’s a government announcing top-down that I have no choice but to accept their decision. No information whatsoever on how to appeal, meaning choice is denied. So I was unable to do anything until recently when I could get a divorce, even then my registration is still being held. They made it look like it was stupidity, but that’s how their own government arranged it to stop anything from going through. The guys pushed the woman out to die first and did no work, I was paying and paging out to no avail — calls, messages, reports. They moved away the only woman top parliamentary representative who ever effectively helped us to the farthest corner so we wouldn’t be admitted to see her even when I showed up, or she would get questioned over why she helped us. The guys back home did nothing. There’s no way you can go up against a government when their argument is that they have the power to decide for you and can register you any way they want even if it doesn’t match your Singapore birth certificate, secretly holding you administratively down in place then suddenly announcing that they have the power to remove your reproductive rights and that of your future unborn children during an unrelated normal routine procedure for your approved application, even if you’re a First World ally and civilian with net worth. They were full coordinated teams against one lone woman, just because someone wanted to teach me a lesson since I declined to be subordinate, only proper equals; they had to go so far as to register me as a man to order a code red pretending I’m a dude who answers to them, even though I’m a woman and have never even been part of the military. Also no past employer has the right to use my private details as if I were still their employee just because I once worked for them while on my way to achieving my dreams. None of their emergency responders or reporting channels were working. I made 3 police reports and all were denied and/or blocked, one was in person at the station with my then-husband whom I introduced when presenting my ID and report — they declined to file a report and said they could only “put a note in the system” that I came. Whenever they show up it’s just me, one lone woman. No one did the right thing. I had no idea it was 1942 Sook Ching and we were all being made to bow to these foreign forces or be lined up for administrative execution. I ducked out of the queue. My memories are intact since I’m a Creative in all positive senses of the word. I have never been a hacker, they made that up because I was applying solutions no one had ever heard of and able to talk to anyone like none of their age-old barriers even exist, which made them look ridiculous with their claims that you can only have fixed experiences and outcomes. I’m going to the capital to lodge my tax return as a last resort so they have no way to run or act obtuse, since something that takes 5-10 minutes max to fix has dragged on for 2 years just because some people are holding the positions but failing and/or refusing to do their jobs — or even act like they’re in/from a 1st world country for that matter.

The ones who were appointed family lawyers in Switzerland had apparently only ever given me the 1st page of my tax returns every year got me to fill that in, told me that was it, then secretly filled in the rest of my annual tax return and had someone else with a completely different handwriting write a wrong name every year — deliberately poorly, with strange spacing and handwriting, like an uneducated person wrote it. Then they took this form and put it with the first page, used the first page to say that I were only a legal representative and that whoever was using the bad handwriting from their firm was the real person. That’s why every single authority feigned insistence that I were only the representative but they refused to give any further information and said nothing about this. Every single time I demanded that they check my fingerprints on the spot and they paled, they absolutely refused. So none of them are innocent. I’m currently filing a formal complaint in person along with my returns and trying to leave this place ASAP.

Yes, I could’ve jolly well kept quiet and not posted it on my blog until everything was done. But nothing would ever get resolved, and no one would ever know this is happening. These are serious crimes, they’re not something someone got “carried away” doing, one-off goofball pranks that people learn not to do again, nor normal mistakes. These are calculated and sustained crimes over years, that are repeated like a business model, and the business owner is the business. .

I had worn my wedding ring on my 3rd finger through a serious abuse of my trust. I never conveyed that this were a waste of time. This was my first marriage. I had asked about why we were making rings on the 3rd finger instead of the 4th since this signified dead spouses, but was told time and again that we were in grave danger and that something bad would happen to the person I love, that everything would be lost unless I did it. I fought them over this and almost called off the wedding, but they begged me on their knees to trust them. At first, they pretended these were mistakes when we specified the measurements. They said that they would let me know when we would be switching to our ring fingers, and told me it would happen. I at first thought it was like a game, then when they were serious they conveyed that we were being held ransom. But when we took the photo, before I could look down and check their finger they quickly leaned in to kiss me then we were called to take the photos and they used that hand to cover my view so I paused for the photos then looked down again. I only saw as they wore it back on their ring finger but it looked like they could’ve just been adjusting it; They said that it had just been a little tight on that finger. When I saw the photos I was shocked to see they had switched the ring last minute and worn it on their ring finger for the photo, but had kept mine on the 3rd. They begged me to trust them, said that they had done it because they were in trouble or grave danger and needed my help. They said we were going to adjust our rings down the road and hopefully everything was going to be fine. This person was family, a loved one. The women in my family only marry once in our lifetime. We believe in monogamy and supporting our men. The culture was to resolve behind closed doors, so I tried that route to no avail. There was only one person who ever showed up, I was never made aware of anybody else in the picture. I would never have thought I would be betrayed, because I had been wooed for 2.5 years through top diplomatic channels, everything had been done and calculated, set up, to move me into position and make it look as though the offer was genuine and it would be safe. I felt that I was singled out for a punishment, to punish me for alleged insubordination. I was deeply betrayed. What followed was prolonged abuse and denial of assistance to extract me, no matter how I explained. I protected the person. I have been in deep shock. The human mind naturally does protects you from extreme experiences. This same robust health that served me so well was used against me.

These people came as allies, through celebrated and diplomatic channels. I was being told we were going to the next stage where I would be helped to elevate my distinguished family from artificial conditions and have a space to fully articulate from Truth as a Standalone. But I had been set up by the lodges who wanted my power for themselves, as none of them can compose in the languages of their own revered books that I was already fluent in composing since I was a young girl. But if they were so deep in their convictions, why use an abuse of trust on an ally? Even in courts of law, evidence submitted by honeytrapping is inadmissible. I said this to the person. But they, like the others, proceeded as though there was only one possible outcome and that would lead to no solutions.

They also hilariously misrepresented me as the kind of person who would ever consent to be a “fan” they can control or who would just wait around for a man. When the reality is that they just overrode my consent. And they pretend to this lie that I would disappear next to a man, when the fact is that they refused to properly introduce me and especially as someone from a Singaporean Founding family. On their own Western media, successful couples are introduced together side by side with no one ever having a problem knowing the woman’s name when she’s properly introduced and the man’s doing the right thing. Women who run features alone on the other hand are often painted as unsuccessful outliers, whether or not it’s true. By their own standards, I’d say they absolutely know what they’re doing and being disingenuous when they claim no one remembers the woman’s name once she marries or when she appears next to a man. Seeing as to how they’re experts, it comes across as their deliberate choice to mishandle the situation for their own misguided strategy/ gains.

Among these groups are those who had apparently coveted my power for themselves, ignoring the key condition that the original person must survive and be alive in all senses of the word. These lodges have ancient books which they believe to be the source of their power, which they also wrongly assume as a right exclusively inherited through those who were born men. Someone of my race is also unfairly alleged to “not supposed to have” creativity unless we are instructed by one of them — why, because they said so? Just my existence proves they are illiterate and creatively barren, the moment I compose what they so desire yet are unable to birth. Just my existence is experienced as an insult to them, I need do nothing else but be myself and do well. They may have mistakenly assumed from one recital that I must be in possession of a physical book and sent someone to get it. But it turns out I *am* the living book in the living author, the walking, breathing, writing myself into the world in present time. They found I was born able to compose new and inimitable material in these languages without having ever seen any of these books — by being worthy of opening those doors myself. Those doors only open to those in position and who merit it, not because they say so. I was never someone who could just be anybody, I’ve always known this — clearly they know too, evidenced by their administrative choice to register me as a “banished” record while refusing to let me go, as if the administrative stick they ran through my womb would stop me. It was a chance to write with me and make their dead dreams real. They’re the fans who want in, writing themselves into the story, but they didn’t want to wait. So they seem to have decided to try and break open my gate (which is still intact by the way) because they misunderstand the requirements and simply are too impatient. They wanted everything “right now”, them and their proverbs from civilizations whose ways and unsustainable practices have historically led to catastrophic failure and ruin (and funnily want to say they are gods, the casting choices are amazing as entertainment jokes to be honest), and then pretended I were the traitor thinking no one would believe me. To force their beliefs they deliberately misregistered me as a man even before I stepped foot on their soil. They arranged it before I even came over. They lied that I were some sort of AI and went rogue. But none of them have my power from doing this. They just sealed their fate. People came looking for me.

Their misguided belief of being superior to someone like myself also led them to wrongly believe they were in a position to instruct me on how to create my works, when at their learning level they should be asking me questions. As it is, none of them can read. They’re trying to instruct me when they barely even know what they’re looking at. I was present to be asked questions for years, I kept saying they needed to ask questions, warned them against taking my work before it’s ready, that no one can do what I do (they haven’t learned it yet). I warned them that the unprocessed material was poison, it needs to be administered by a master. Instead all they wanted to do was let me they missed my massages or that $X was the most I’d ever see in my lifetime, when the home address on my Singapore birth certificate alone already proves otherwise. I informed them that it was the most expensive massage on the planet. They’re wasting my time, and do nothing but waste resources. These base attitudes led them to mistakenly believe that I would somehow be unable to hold my own with the Art Deco crowd, believing everything they read and whatever futile things people do such as doodle on my administration to try and render me unrecognizable or convey some sort of legitimacy to their actions. Just their failure to allow a space for me to continue my works evidence their sheer mishandling and illiteracy. The ones with African backgrounds were wrong to enter my spaces to take photos of my private diaries and notebooks, they’ll pay a high price down the road for being unable to read the simple instruction. For instance, if one of these clean celebrities mistakes “to laugh at oneself” as a call to make joke references to drug use on live television, thinking it conveys exceptional high status (kingship) and believing casting themselves in the role/voice of god makes it true, what they fail to understand is that they are incomplete, and because they don’t reach the spaces they fail to put the alignments for the right command. Instead they mark themselves for a contractual takedown down the road (I won’t say who does this) and air public consent to an open contract. Since my diary workings were never meant for public use, they should know they assume full risk by mistaking what I do as something anyone else can do. They cannot then pretend I started off as something good then went “rogue” when they deliberately cut me out literally thinking they were better and qualified, when none of them can do what I do. All of them are illiterate and blind, a great deal of their “leaders” draw from civilizations with failed teachings that have historically always led to their ruin as opposed to my community. They expect to misrepresent my rudimentary sketches and messy scribbles/workings (I write in code) as a statement of my actual ability. If they fail to understand something they need only ask. I never had one single question come my way except the telltale, “how did you convince people to release funding for your Art”, and “what should I tell people you do? Magic?” The last one was rhetorical and pretty much sums up what they think it’s all about: the “Woo-woo”. When they say I’m the joke, they really come across as projecting hard.

I was faithful. The unofficial application transfer was a setup, to give the illusion that there were someone else and I were the one being unfaithful.

This would have easily been clarified if it had been their business to do so. Instead they attempted to remove my birthright and all my reporting channels were blocked, I was registered so that nothing I said or did would be registered. I never kept quiet. I had been sent in alone with no protection by people who would’ve absolutely have known what they were doing, who wanted the power for themselves, mistakenly thinking they would inherit the power of my Eye. I don’t mean anything physical that’s in my body.

If they just want to maintain the illusion of being above making fair and honest agreements with me, to avoid properly paying and crediting me, then they should just come clean and admit it instead of pretending I did something wrong or have some kind of objectionable or perverted way about my lifestyle. My background (distinguished high society family), genetic disposition (substance intolerance & metabolism) and CV (self-explanatory, sheer range and of a trueblue grassroots leader when they see one) serve me pretty well in this regard.

I never believe in no-win scenarios. There’s no such thing as no solution. That’s just bad leadership.

I’m in the midst of drafting a formal police report to be lodged against my biological younger brother over unprovoked and sudden incidents of violent assault on me at my registered Singapore residence sustained across several occasions. I have appointed lawyers.

I present my original works using different mediums.
I’ve created my own systems of knowledge using publicly-available data with the view of universal accessibility. By ‘Accessibility’ I never mean I give everything I make away for free nor that my consent should be skipped. None of these are borrowed or raw materials, they have to be specially processed beginning with the intellectual mind (or more accurately the relationship with it).
As a practicing Artist and Creator, I’ve never been in the business of presenting other people’s works nor simply building upon existing or translated material. I’ve been roped in by friends for others’ projects and to network, but in my practice I’m a Standalone with my own fresh Originals with topics that have never really been explored. I employ anecdotes and analogies which are the highest forms of cognition, while drawing from the priceless one-of-a-kind experiences that Singapore has allowed me the freedom to create. The yield is something completely unique yet universally relatable, and as unrepeatable as my own background. Singapore was often accused of censorship but in fact, barring limitations of what was made available to us in the times, has afforded me more freedom by way of birthright and practical application than anywhere else in the democratic First World where highfalutin marketing claims had become very popular. These kept people busy but never seemed to come into fruition. Whereas in our case, it had come into fruition and was now largely a problem with distribution. Meaning, economics and applied theory which I have previously discussed and encapsulated in my 2016 The Art of Zinemaking workshop at the Substation employing original methods, instructions and techniques in a known frame which surprised with a higher than allotted turnout. The results were instant, and luckily the Sub was willing to extend its opening hours as most participants wished to stay over the proportioned 3 hours to leverage the session. My methods are secular and suited for youth (we had one child at the session, accompanied by her mother), requiring me as the Host to have a clean body, heart and mind as lotus leaves which rise from the mud and can never be dirtied nor made to carry anything or anyone else no matter what is thrown at them.  That is the condition required of the Host to open and hold such a session. Clearly, we could create and I had proposed and aligned the conditions. My self-conceived methods and subsequent results led to discourse and studies exploring Quantum theory and entanglement, albeit without discussing how alignment is truly achieved. There was a time of debate when my background was made unclear, but if you google Mr. Lee Kuan Yew on Youtube, that’s a good place to start when trying to discern my Trueorigins. Nevertheless our alleged sterility, then, seemed externally imposed and all these years only seemed desperate to prove me right on that account starting with the legal administration of my name, or rather lack of, which has required me to spend inordinate amounts of time and resources simply to get myself free of it and move on with what I already had before I even arrived.

I am looking forward to it.

My story is independent of any of these people who’ve been trying hard to associate and insert themselves like fans.

Some people have no life and can get real obsessed wanting to be you or close to you when you’ve got something they just can’t explain - that je ne sais quoi. I can hardly help it if they want to waste their time. But I can keep them at bay, crowd control et al.

I have never been paralyzed, never been disabled, never been incapacitated, nor ever had a problem with me that would restrict my mobility or compromise my decision-making. People should be careful about who they listen to.

My works have nothing to do with superstition, fear-based beliefs or animal desires, but more of practicality and intrinsic high understanding of the world that laypeople can understand and put towards earnest ways forward. I’ve never told anyone else’s story. These are stories from my own memories, my own observations and firsthand experiences from being there with others. I use anecdotes and analogies. I’ve never been a student, intern, assistant or dedicated technical worker while in Switzerland.

I’ve never kept quiet. There were 24/7 emergencies used on me that turned out to be false, VIP to manage, police and lawyers involved. I kept everyone informed on what was happening at every juncture, as much as possible. Because Official Reporting was suppressed, no one could step in. I fight smart. Not just hard.

They can try to bend us, break us, leaving nothing but our inner soul. But as the People who Rule this world, we will always find our Way. And soon, we will be Found.

Projects to be announced here in due course, omnia suo tempore. And that one’s of the Cambridge (UK) alignments. We can have nice things, right?

Some things require no one’s belief to exist.

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My content on here is original and AI-free. It’s quite obvious when you compare it with AI-generated content which lack nuances and, like its makers, is unable to be creative. I give no consent to having my content and/or likeness used to train AI nor represented as AI since the opposite is true. Even if you use my original content and/or likeness to train AI, my content is still non-AI generated. I’m still a person with proven real lived experiences, on-ground, in uncontrolled environments — which ironically is a freedom that my background specifically affords.

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