Yvonne Foong: Psychology and Neurofibromatosis

This shattered heart pieced together
in jagged edges, a thwarted shape,
by night pain plagues me
Peeling through sticky tape.

Held in a song unsung,
Composed in winter days,
My memory it kindles,
Let go, I cannot taste.

Now dewdrops fill my thwarted shape
in Spring, blossoms bloom and grow,
Tho’ multi rays bow the horizon,
The unsung snowflake follows.

I’ve always wanted to tell him that
Outer beauty does not last
Women fall head over heels
cuz they haven’t known the jerk you are.

We watch the show with empathy
Your self-denial illusions
How they mystify the unbelievers
of stylish crops and trendy brands.

Wake up and smell the flowers
Before your teeth decay,
Or you’ll never know
what true love means.

Just wait

To be an open book

is to be confused by the people

who choose otherwise.

Why so secretive?

There’s no need to hide.

You don’t know
the pain

of being left
in the dark.

You’ve gotta have some ability in music composition to read this one. A little peep into my inner self.

Lyrics composed by Yvonne Foong,
Pin Yin translated by Elaine
Will you help compose the music?

� 一 天 看 � 天 空 的 影 �

Mei yi tien kan zhe tien kong de ying zhi

心 中 的 一 切， 已 � 故 事

xin zhong de yi qie, yi cheng gu shi

云 上 的 星 堡 多 么 美 好

yun shang de xing bao duo muo mei hao

疼 爱 和 关 怀 永 � 足 够

Teng ai he guan xin yong bu zhu gou

过 去 得 痛， 你 � 愿 忘 记

Guo qu de tong, ni bu yuen wang ji

闭 � 的 眼 从 此 � 清

Bi zhe de yan cong ci bu qing

� 愿 抛 弃 更 完 美 的 以 �

Ling yuen pao qi gen wan mei de yi hou

爱 错 的 痛 没 人 能 �

Ai cuo de tong mei ren neng shuo

关 怀 � 爱 也 � 能 动 心

Guan huai bien ai ye bu neng dong xing

无 法 了 解 � 悔 的 勇 气

WU fa liao jie hou hui de yong qu

虽 然 累 的 心 � 应 该 放 弃

SIU RAN lei de xing ling ying gai fang qi

疼 爱 和 关 怀 永 � 足 够

Teng ai he guan huai yong bu zhu gou

过 去 的 痛， 你 � 愿 忘 记

Guo cu de tong, ni bu yuen wang ji

闭 � 的 眼， 从 此 � 清

Bi zhe de yan, cong ci bu qing

� 愿 抛 弃 更 完 美 的 以 �

Ling yuen pao qi gen wan mei de yi hou

幸�在狗尾巴,
永远跟�它,
倦了到累了,
也就追�上。

Xing fu zai gou wei ba, yong yuan gen zhe ta, juan le dao lei, ye hai zhui bu shang

到他选择放弃,
尾巴会�悔�？

Dang ta xuen zhe fang qi, wei ba hui hou hui ma?

夜当�起风,
太阳一定下，
�狗会伤也会怕。

Ye dang bu qi feng, tai yang yi ding xia, xiao gou hui shang ye hui pa.

忘�起的完美,
放开的心以收�囘，
该的就逃脱。

Wang bu qi de wan mei, fang kai de xing yi shou bu hui, gai de tao tou

- 伊文冯明娘上

My first personally composed chinese song. Nice?

What it’s like to roam the streets every night and day,

sniffling garbage cans for scraps, tummy growling every second,

……only to find none.

What pity it must be to pry at lucracious meat,

only to be chased and kicked by the heartless butcher,

……and be left with scars of rejection.

Oh, how their skins cling to the bones of their bodies,

teeth rattling and clalttering in cold winter,

……while the men enjoy warm cups of tea.

Homeless dogs always have sullen eyes,

That stares innocently at the merciless sky,

……those forgotten tears never formed.

Here is a song I wrote for a friend of mine. Each stanza has 4 lines, but wordpress isn’t very friendly in formatting, so go figure! hehe…

Oh by the way, to those who missed it, my article in yesterday’s New Straits Times is viewable online here.

What it means to be a friend,

Through rain or shine I still hold your hand,

Not judging you or picking on the blues,

I will hear cos’ that’s what I like in you.

The world may laugh and not understand,

My faithful heart they cannot stop or bend,

I’ll swap the moon with twinkling stars,

To make you smile I will raise the bar.

Oh, what it means to be a friend,

A bond so strong they cannot tempt,

No words could say this love I have,

Only you on the receiving end.

By Yvonne Foong

You wait and you wait, and then you wait no more
Sullen, face downed, you turn to walk away, disgraced
Love no more and soon the hurt fades
What is left is a cosmic reminder of what could have been

I turn to face the road ahead
Only to be clutched by the memories of my troubled past
Undeterred, I try to let go but I’m obviously not trying hard enough
Enough is enough I say to myself
But my heart just wouldn’t let go even as I relent

Erasure, why hadn’t I considered that an option?
Just forget and hope that it would go away
Biting my lip, I force my thoughts and memories into the vagueness of my blistered mind
Harder, harder I say to myself
You’ll get over this, it’s all a matter of time
Rest assured
Slowly, bits and pieces move into the deep recesses of my mind
I feel the agony of the rush to my cortex, cutting and searing the fragile capillaries as it rises in an upward surge
First the frontal, then the posterior
Painful as it might be, it will soon be over is all I can say as I console my already fragile form
Like a chant, I repeat the consolation over and over again
“It will soon be over, it will soon be over, it will soon come to an end, this will all end……�
With each drawn breath and lids that bat
Ease takes over and soon sooth descends
I hear my breath, calm and still, light and not heavy

What was it like before and what is? Absence prevailed
What would it have been like? I no longer knew
It was then that I realized
I’ve been erased.

By Anonymous

Winter wondered, withered away,
Then summer shone throughout the day,
Bless thy hearts of kind and love,
Thou rose the darling buds of May.

Beauty sky, you grace the eye,
Bless thy hearts of whom can see,
Nature sings, Creator reigns,
This plain birth faith and jubilee.

May he who cries be cradled by
gracious hands doth mold babies,
A witness of mercy and sacrifice,
Thou touched thy kind who donated money,
Whose noble deed echoes in eternity.

By Yvonne Foong

Thank you for your donations
Baby Tze Thean passed away last night because the operation was unsuccessful. The money donated will still be helpful to the grieving parents. The baby’s life on earth, albeit not long, has served its purpose of touching the hearts of those who donated. God bless all of you.