Sylvia Frances Chan

Gold Star - 25,064 Points (22 November / Jakarta, Indonesia)

Biography of Sylvia Frances Chan

Sylvia Frances Chan poet

Sylvia Frances Chan is a Dutch Poetess.
She writes poems in 7 languages. She is able to talk in these languages. Which? Dutch, Indonesian, English, French, German, Malay and Jakarta Dialect.

Sylvia Frances Chan, born in Jakarta, Indonesia studied the English Language-and-Literature at the Ureca University, now the Trisakti University, Jakarta

Her BIO:
Married to a Urologist (a medical specialist) , they have 3 sons. She is a lecturer for students through iPhone, evangelist on Web sites and through iPhone, never in churches. She lived in Leyden, Haarlem and she has moved to the lovely province of G. and she resides there ever since.(updated 11 April 2018 - Wednesday at 16.23 hrs. A.M. West European Time) .

Dutch is her mother tongue and Indonesian is her second language. English is her third language in the row. She knows the French and the German language as her fourth and fifth language, Malay and Jakarta Dialect as the last two.

She also writes essays, novels, paints, draws, plays chess, car-racing (Dallas, Zandvoort) , BIG balloons (San Diego) , walkings, tennis Annual Competitions Mondial, skiing (Serfaus) , classical music, pop, R&B, reading. She had many painting exhibitions in and over the country.

At the age of 15, she had her first group paintings-expositions and was the youngest exposing in the Balai Budaya - Jakarta, Indonesia. She had won several first prizes at the age of 11 and 12 years. In Chess-competitions, but there were no prizes for girls available. The Org. knew that girls would never win, but she won and she accepted that first prize, though, for a boy, she thought she was the winner, the champion amongst boys and girls. The Org. Committee announced that they had not a prize for a girl.

Now this: she won the first prize too with a golf tournament, but this time she got a most beautiful and expensive prize. Different than with a tennis tournament, the golf tournament for amateurs was always for both sexes together. So she won the cup and the male player became the runner-up. That was the Yamanouchi Tournament for Amateurs.

She won a car racing for amateurs in Dallas, Texas (USA) .

In tennis-competitions, she won many first prizes in the ladies single and ladies double. Her tennis team was constantly in the Top Ranking. Many champion cups filled her cupboard at home. She won the mixed too with her eldest son. Her spouse said that IF she did not go studying, she had won several Grand Slam tournaments like Wimbledon, Australian Open or Roland Garros.

About her creating poetry. When she is creating, she does that with a kind of humming a tune and that's why there is always a smooth flow in almost all her poems.

ADDITION: in the first person:
I forgot to write here that ACCORDING to my beloved Mum at times when I was really behaving obstructive, she said then: Pipi, do you know that the day you were born, you did not come out, it was truly a most difficult birth, but I felt you inside kicking all the time, but you could not go out at that moment and I had only the baker-woman to help me. It were rainy nights, not cold, but chilly to the bones, finally,
I birthed you, I was alone with that woman. I was really exhausted. (I have understood all my life that giving birth to a baby in these circumstances are saddest) . My Mum showed her strength: " Your dad was away for an uncertain time because he had been working at MGM office, but at that time, there was no suitable job to find" . Finally, he got that super mighty job at Stanvac's department in Jakarta, we were very happy that he found an excellent job as the Head-manager of that great branch in Jakarta Gambir, at the Medan Merdeka Selatan 18. Now it has got an Indonesian name, Pertamina or so. My Mum continued telling me: " But no one of the in-laws came to visit you at your Birth while for your Bro, who was born in the year of the Golden Dragon, full Moon and that was in May, warm not too hot and cozy weather, Dad's parent came and look victoriously happy: First Grandson: a Boy!
Perhaps because of the great love between mother and daughter, I always accepted this story from her, she could go on and on, but oddly enough, that belongs to my life as her daughter. Because of a war trauma,
I must defend her all her married life. I still know how that felt, it was as if she was clinging to me, the times that she asked me for help. I did it with love, she is my beloved mum. So my bro is the only son and I am the only daughter, how hilarious must that be, since I have no more siblings than my genius elder bro.
I could only listen to this story, my Mum oft repeated when she got sad as I was not behaving correctly at that moment. She continued: " You look pretty, lovely and beautiful, you are correct tall for the average Indonesian girl, that we all could see, so if you apply at the Police Academy, they would accept you because you have the correct size for that department. BUT what people could never see, your feet are too long, you have the right measures for confections, your fingers are suitable to play piano (long slender fingers) but you only use them for drawing, painting and writing essays, even sewing you disliked, for the theory you got a ten plus, but for the practicum, you got irritated, annoyed, bored and finally you dropped that course.

You must not be as rebellious as the kids from bad parents" . I asked her: " How do YOU know Mummy, that they are " bad" parents? So they might think too that you are bad..." . She became very sad then and I stopped behaving honest to her, I mean: I did not talk in such a way anymore. P.S. My feet remind her of the Ghurkas, she said many times to me, to be able to fight in the open air because they were very strong. I have never known HOW Ghurkas look like,
I have never tried to open that Google-page to know, I had no need to do that if she said so,
I believed her. The Ghurkas came to Indonesia to help
the Indonesians as the soldiers, but they were tall, huge and very strong. My Mum said they came from India.

This ADDITION-AD. Wednesday 11 April 2018 @ 16.34 hrs P.M. West-European Time. PLUS 19 C Degrees, in the automobile without airconditioning would be too hot.
So on with the AC. I must make appointments with Evers the garage to put the summer tires.

Few changes Today:
AD.Wednesday the 11th of April 2018.

Sylvia Frances Chan's Works:

Red and Green colors are her favorites, and she had to deal with all green colors as in the NL ecology was the trend and still is.

She and her fellow countrymen always had a good feel for all green her government suggested. She attended many readings about this important theme. She developed the greatest feel for her intuitions due to her beloved Mother and her intuitions about that green landscape.

She quarreled with Shell, that oil company about the Green Fluid and she opposed Shell since this company would gain a myriad profit, she changed Shell´s attitude. BUT the latest news heard: Shell is again only on profit and must pay a very high fine.

Now this case is not finished yet. Shameful Shell.
Mind you how many years ago that was and Shell only promised, keep promising but never made that as a reality. Shell thought only to calm down governments, but never did something for the good and healthy future of mankind. Shell is only enriching itself
and making the environment dirtier globally.

Two publications, Nov 2012 by Mrs. Judy Lynn, Chief Editor, L.A.Cal-USA. Emeralds Green by Xlibris-UK
In many PoemSites, WebSites, Weblogs and in Journals her poems are published all over the world

Another Poetry Book is published (May 2015) by Xlibris in the UK, also available as both Poetry Book and EBook. Another Poetry Book will be published this fall.
She is also on many poetry sites. She is a member of FB, but no family with Mrs. Chan-Z. The epousse of the owner of FB. Only the same name.

Now-a-days almost all Poem Sites are to find in FB.
She writes in many poem sites up there in Facebook.
She has her own WeBlog too in FB.

You can read her poems in Medium, Spillwords, LiteraryYard, Cora, Selamat Datang Kesini, The Magazine/Journal of the WildLife of Nepal, and so many more e-Zines and Journals.

On Poem sites as Poemhunter, HelloPoetry, Poetry.Com,
Poetfreak.Com, and many own Weblogs. Updated on Wednesday the 11th April 2018 - @ 17.05 Hrs. P.M. West-European Time.

Life Is Hard

this poem was written on April 2010 in my own website (Multiply.Com)

Life is hard
I looked into your heart
so lonely as forgotten
I took a glance at your face
so sad as never
I look into my mind
yours is active Updates

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