關於 water of life staff ，我們在網路上蒐集到這些相關的討論、資訊與評價

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秋高氣爽🍂 就連一直討厭戶外座位的我，都忍不住要坐在外面吹吹風😌 快樂就是那麼簡單：一位知己良朋，一杯咖啡，一顆感恩的心。如是者，就是一個舒適寫意的下午。
點了一杯Cappuccino ($40HKD)和一杯Tonic Espresso ($45HKD)☕️ 後者是 @foodievez 介紹我飲的 - 往冰咖啡裡倒入tonic water，成為了一杯清新的氣泡咖啡。果然出色🥰
甜點好食程度出乎意料之外！叫了Chocolate Chip Cookie🍪($30HKD) 還麻煩店員翻熱了一片Banana Bread🍌($40HKD)。曲奇非常鬆脆，入口即溶，上面灑上的少量海鹽亦恰到好處。香蕉蛋糕好moist! 一啖咖啡，一啖蛋糕，讓人停不了口🤤
Spent a healing afternoon at @elixir.coffee in #SheungWan catching up with @cathy_kww. Autumn is here!🍂 Even I, who’d normally loathe sitting outdoors, couldn’t resist grabbing a seat outside to take in the Autumn breeze💆🏻‍♂️ Life can be so simple: good coffee, good weather and, of course, good company💛
Got the Cappuccino ($40HKD) & Tonic Espresso ($45HKD) as our choice of beverage☕️ The bubbly combination of iced tonic water and coffee was spectacular!
Sweets tasted way better than expected. The Chocolate Chip Cookie🍪($30HKD) had a melt-in-your-mouth texture. It was sprinkled with just the right amount of salt on top to make it a memorable treat😍 The staff helped us warm up a slice of Banana Bread🍌($40HKD) as well. It was moist and paired very nicely with coffee.
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Pelapor : Pai Syahira

JAIP GUNA KAEDAH RELAU LUPUS NASKAH AL-QURAN ROSAK

PEKAN, 20 Okt - Biarpun perkembangan dunia di arus era konvergens, ayat-ayat cinta Allah kepada hambanya tidak pernah dimamah usia dan kekal dijadikan panduan hidup kepada manusia sepanjang zaman.

Adab membaca dan memegang Al-Quran dalam keadaan berwuduk serta kaedah melupuskan mashaf yang rosak melambangkan ketelitian Islam menterjemah isi kandungan dalam kitab diturunkan kepada Nabi Muhammad s.a.w agar terus terpelihara kepada umat Islam.

Kewajipan memelihara kesucian dan kemuliaan Al-Quran bukan sahaja ketika fizikalnya sempurna bahkan tanggungjawab sebagai muslim tergalas dalam proses perlupusan Al-Quran yang tertib.

Krew Berita Pahang berpeluang mendalami proses perlupusan Al-Quran bersama kakitangan Unit Penapisan Media Bahagian Penyelidikan Agama Islam Pahang (JAIP) di Pusat Pemuliaan Al-Quran di Pekan, Pahang.

Terdahulu prosesnya diselanggara oleh pihak swasta namun perjuangan memartabatkan tatacara pelupusan kitab suci ini diteruskan oleh empat pegawai JAIP sejak empat tahun lalu menggunakan kaedah relau atau pembakaran.

Proses asas pengumpulan bahan Al-Quran dimulakan di semua 11 Pejabat Agama Islam Daerah di seluruh Negeri Pahang dan dihantar ke Pusat Pemuliaan Al-Quran.

Lazimnya pernerimaan dan rekod daripada agensi, institusi pendidikan dan masjid secara pukal dikumpulkan di pusat. Setelah ditimbang naskah yang diterima akan disimpan dalam stor kontena.

Kemudian proses pelupusan dimulakan dengan membakar Al-Quran yang rosak ataupun terkoyak termasuk bahan cetakan pendidikan yang mengandung teks ayat Al-Quran melalui kaedah pembakaran secara relau.

Proses relau mampu memuatkan sehingga 100 kilogram bahan dengan kadar suhu 1000 darjah celsius selama 60 minit sehingga menjadi abu.

Kebiasaannya berat 10 kilogram abu akan terhasil daripada proses relau setiap Kali pembakaran, dan sejurus itu fasa penyejukkan dilakukan lebih kurang 24 jam.

Proses ini bagi menghilangkan haba yang menggunakan mesin relau bernilai RM 35,000 ini dilihat mampu menjimatkan kos pelupusan.

Kemudian abu dibancuh bersama air mengikut kelikatan yang sesuai di dalam tong dan dimasukkan ke dalam blok acuan.

Ia akan menjadi adunan seberat lima kilogram serta dijemur selama seminggu di mana proses pengeringan di bawah cahaya matahari bergantung keadaan cuaca supaya menjadi keras, padat dan tidak mudah berderai.

Manakala proses pengurusan abu dilakukan secara teliti dengan membungkus blok abu ke dalam plastik dan disimpan di dalam stor sebelum diangkut ke kapal bagi menghanyutkan abu.

Setelah abu diangkut ke kapal dengan bantuan anggota Polis Marin dan Angkatan Penguatkuasaan Maritim Malaysia, proses terakhir melupuskan abu Al-Quran selesai apabila abu dihanyutkan ke laut.

Sehingga kini sejumlah empat tan abu Al-Quran berjaya dilupuskan ke laut oleh pihak JAIP semenjak tahun 2017 termasuk menerima sebanyak 40 tan keseluruhan bahan mengandungi kalimah ayat Al-Quran daripada pelanggan.

Berdasarkan keputusan Muzakarah Fatwa Kebangsaan ke-30 pada 22 Ogos 1992, memutuskan kaedah pembakaran dan menghanyutkan abu ke laut selain daripada penanaman abu.

#habis.
Reporter: @[279106405462987:274:Pai Syahira]

JAIP USES THE FURNITY METHOD OF THE FURNITY OF THE AL-QURAN IS BROK

PEKAN, Oct 20 - Although the development of the world in the current of the convergens era, the verses of God's love for his servants are never aged and remain a life guide to humans all the time.

The manners of reading and holding the Quran in ablution and the method of forgetting damaged mashaf symbolizing the precision of Islam translates content in the book sent down to Prophet Muhammad s.a.w so that it will continue to be preserved to Muslims.

The obligation to preserve the purity and glory of the Quran is not only when its physical is perfect, even the responsibility as a Muslim is relieved in the process of the orderly Al-Quran.

Pahang News Crew had the opportunity to study the process of Al-Quran with the staff of the Media Filter Unit of the Islamic Religion Division of Pahang (JAIP) at the Al-Quran Glory Center in Pekan, Pa

Earlier the process was held by private parties but the struggle to repress the prostitute of this holy scripture was continued by four JAIP officers since four years ago using the furnace or burning method.

The basic process of gathering of Al-Quran materials begins in all 11 District Islamic Religious Offices across the State of Pahang and is sent to the Al-Quran Glory Center.

Usually acceptance and records from agencies, education institutions and mosques are bulk collected at the center. After weighed the accepted script will be stored in the container store.

Then the extinction process begins by burning the damaged or torn Quran including educational print materials containing the text of Al-Quran verse through the burning method of furnace.

The furnace process can load up to 100 kilograms of material with a temperature rate of 1000 degrees Celsius for 60 minutes until it becomes ashes.

Usually the weight of 10 kilograms of grey will result from the furnace process every time of burning, and immediately the cooling phase is done about 24 hours.

This process to remove heat that uses RM 35,000 worth of furnace machine can save the cost of removal.

Then the ashes are built together with water according to the suitable visibility in the barrel and put in the mold block.

It will be a five-kilogram mix and dried for a week where the drying process in the sun depends on the weather so that it becomes hard, dense and not easily apart.

While the ash management process is thoroughly done by wrapping the grey blocks into plastic and stored in store before being transported to ship to drifting the ashes.

After the ashes were transported to the ship with the help of Marine Police and the Malaysian Maritime Enforcement Forces, the final process of releasing Al-Quran ashes completed when the ashes were drowned into the

Until now a total of four tonnes of Al-Quran has been successfully released into the sea by the JAIP since 2017 including receiving 40 tonnes of overall ingredients containing the word of Al-Quran verse from customers.

Based on the 30th National Fatwa Muzakarah results on August 22, 1992, decided to burn and drift ashes into the sea apart from the ash planting.

#habis.Translated

My sister, Michelle-Ann Iking's 3% chance of conceiving naturally was a success! Here's her story:

(My apologies as I've been overwhelmed with personal matters. I've only managed to get to my desk. So finally got around posting this).

This is the story behind my sister's pregnancy struggle and how she shared her journey over her Facebook page.

Because some may have not caught her LIVE session chat with me (https://www.facebook.com/daphneiking/videos/687743128744960/) , or read her lengthy post (as it's a private page);
she's allowed me to copy and paste it over my wall, in case you need to know more about her thought process on how AND why she focused on the 3% success probability. Read on.

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Posted 10th May 2020.
FB Credit: Michelle-Ann Iking

A week ago today I celebrated becoming a mother to our second, long awaited child.

Please forgive this mother's LONG (self-indulgent) post, journalling what this significant milestone has meant for her personally, for her own fallible memory's sake as well as maybe to share one day with her son.

If all you were wondering was whether I had delivered and if mum and bub are OK, please be assured the whole KkLM family are thriving tremendously, and continue scrolling right along your Newsfeed 😁.

OUR 3% MIRACLE

All babies are miracles... and none more so than our precious Kiaen Aaryan (pronounced KEY-n AR-yen), whose name derives from Sanskrit origins meaning:

Grace of God
Spiritual
Kind
Benevolent

...words espousing the gratitude Kishore and I feel for Kiaen's arrival as our "3% miracle".

He was conceived, naturally, after 3 years of Kishore and I hoping, praying and 'endeavoring'... and only couples for whom the objective switches from pure recreation to (elusive) procreation will understand how this is less fun than it sounds ...

3 years during which time we had consensus from 3 different doctors that we, particularly I (with my advancing age etc etc) had only a 3% chance of natural conception and that our best hope for a sibling for our firstborn, Lara Anoushka, was via IVF.

Lara herself was an 'intervention baby', being one of the 20% of babies successfully conceived through the less intrusive IUI process, after a year and a half of trying naturally and already being told then my age was a debilitating factor.

We had tried another round of IUI for her sibling in 2017 when Lara was a year old. And that time we fell into the ranks of the 80% of would-be parents for whom it would be an exercise in futility... who would go home, comfort each other as best they could, while individually masking their own personal disappointment... hoping for the best, 'the next time around'...

So the improbability ratio of 97% against natural conception of our second baby, as concurred by the combined opinion of 3 medical professionals, was a very real, very daunting figure for us to have to mentally deal with.

Deep, DEEP, down in my heart however, though I had many a day of doubt... I kept a core kernel of faith that somehow, I would again experience the privilege of pregnancy, and again, have a chance at childbirth.

And so, the optimist in me would tell myself, "Well, there have to be people who fall in the 3% bucket... why shouldn't WE be part of the 3%?"

Those who know me well, understand my belief in the Law of Attraction, the philosophy of focusing your mind only on what you want to attract, not on what you don't want, and so even as Kishore and I prepared to go into significant personal debt to attempt IVF in the 2nd half of 2019, I marshalled a last ditch effort to hone in on that 3% chance of natural conception... through research coming across fertility supplements that I ordered from the US and sent to a friend in Singapore to redirect to me because the supplier would not deliver to Malaysia.

I made us as a couple take the supplements in the 3 month 'priming period' in the lead up to the IVF procedure - preconditioning our bodies for optimum results, if you will.

At the same time, I had invested in a sophisticated fertility monitor, with probes and digital sensors for daily tracking of saliva and other unmentionable fluid samples, designed to pinpoint with chemical accuracy my state of fertility on any given day.

(UPDATE: For those interested - I obtained the supplements and Ovacue Fertility Monitor from https://www.fairhavenhealth.com/. Though I had my supplies delivered to a friend in Singapore, and redirected to me here since the US site does not deliver to Malaysia, there are local distributors for these products, you will just have to research the trustworthiness of the vendors yourself...)

I had set an intention - in the 3 months of pre-IVF priming, I would consume what seemed like a pharmacy's worth of supplements, and track fertility religiously... in hopes that somehow, within the 3 month priming period, we would conceive naturally and potentially save ourselves a down payment on a new property... and this was just a projection on financial costs of IVF, not even considering the physical, emotional and mental toll it involves, with no guarantee of a baby at the end of it all...

It was a continuation of an intention embedded even with my first pregnancy, where all the big ticket baby items were consciously purchased for use by a future sibling, in gender neutral colours, in hopes that sibling would be a brother "for a balanced pair", though of course any healthy child would be a welcome blessing.

It was a very conscious determination to always skew my thoughts in service of what the end objective was. For example, when 3+year old Lara would innocently express impatience at not yet having a sibling, at one point suggesting that since we were "taking too long to give her a baby brother/sister", perhaps we should just "go buy a baby from a shop", instead of getting defensive or berating the baby that she herself was, we enlisted Lara's help to pray for her sibling... so in any place of worship, or sacred ground of any kind that we passed thereon, Lara would stop, close her eyes, bow her small head and place her tiny hands together in prayer, reciting earnestly, "Please God, please give me a baby brother or baby sister."

After months and months of watching Lara do this, in the constancy of her childlike chant, Kishore started feeling the pressure of possibly disappointing Lara if her prayer was not answered. Whereas for me, Lara's recitation of her simple wish became like a strengthening mantra, our collective intention imbued with greater power with each repetition, and the goal of a sibling kept very much in the forefront of our minds (hence our calling Lara our 'project manager' in this endeavour).

And somehow in the 2nd month of that 3 month period, a positive + sign appeared on one of the home pregnancy tests I had grown accustomed to taking - my version of the lottery tickets others keep buying in hopes of hitting the jackpot, with all the cyclical anticipation and more often than not, disappointment, that entails...

This time however I was not disappointed.

With God's Grace, (hence 'Kiaen', a variation of 'Kiaan' which means 'Grace of God'), my focus on our joining the ranks of the 3% had materialised.

It seems poetic then, that Kiaen chose to make his appearance on the 3rd May, ironically the same date that his paternal great-grandfather departed this world for the next... such that in the combined words of Kishore and his father Kai Vello Suppiah,

"The 1st generation Suppiah left on 3rd May and the 4th generation Suppiah arrived on 3rd May after 41yrs...
One leaves, another comes, the legacy lives on..."

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KIAEN AARYAN SUPPIAH'S BIRTH STORY

On Sunday 3rd May, I was 40 weeks and 5 days pregnant.

The baby was, in my mind, very UN-fashionably late past his due date of 29th April, so as much as I had willed and 'manifested' the privilege of pregnancy, to say I was keen to be done with it all was an understatement.

In the weeks leading to up to my full term, I had experienced increasingly intense Braxton-Hicks 'practice contractions' - annoying for me for the discomfort involved, stressful for Kishore who was on tenterhooks with the false alarms, on constant alert for when we would actually need to leave home for the hospital.

Having become a Hypnobirthing student and advocate from my first pregnancy with Lara, and thus being equipped with
(1) a lack of fear about childbirth in general and
(2) a basic understanding of how all the sensations I would experience fit into the big picture of my body bringing our baby closer to us,
I was less stressed - content to wait for the baby to be "fully cooked" and come out whenever he was ready... though I wouldn't have minded at all if the cooking time ended sooner, rather than later.

With Lara, I had been somewhat 'forced' into an induced labour, even though she was not yet due, and that had resulted in a 5 DAY LABOUR, a Birth Story for another post, so I was not inclined to chemically induce labour, even though I was assured that for second time mothers, it would be 'much faster and easier'...

That morning, I had a hunch *maybe* that day was the day, because in contrast to previous weeks' sensations of tightening, pressure and even spasms that were concentrated in the front of my abdomen and occasionally shot through my sides and legs, I felt period - like cramping in my lower back which I had not felt before throughout the pregnancy.

It was about 8am in the morning then, and my 'surges' were still relatively mild ('surges' being Hypnobirthing - speak for 'contractions', designed to frame them with the more positive connotations needed to counteract common language in which childbirth is presented as something that is unequivocally painful and traumatic, instead of the miraculous, powerful and natural phenomenon it actually is).

I recall (masochistically?) entertaining the thought of opting NOT to have an epidural JUST TO SEE WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE...

I figured this would be the last time I would be pregnant and so it would be my 'last chance' to experience 'drug free labour' which, apart from the health benefits for baby and mother, might be *interesting* in a way that people who are curious about what getting a tattoo and skydiving and bungee jumping are like, might find these *interesting*...even knowing there will be pain and risk involved...

Since I have tried tattoos and skydiving (unfortunately not being able to squeeze in bungee-jumping while my life was purely my own to risk at no dependents' possible detriment) a similar curiousity about a no-epidural labour was on my mind...

In the absence of other signs of the onset of labour (like 'bloody show' or my waters breaking), I wanted to wait until the surges were coming every few minutes before we actually left the house for the hospital, not wanting to be one of those couples who rushed in too early and had interminable waits for the next stage in unfamiliar, clinical surroundings and/or were made to go home in an anti-climatic manner.

I was even calm enough through my surges to have the presence of mind to wash and blowdry my hair, knowing if I did deliver soon I would not be allowed this luxury for a while.

Around 9am I asked Kishore to prep for Lara and himself to be dressed and breakfasted so we could head to hospital soon, while I sent messages to family members on both sides informing them 'today might be the day.'

My mother, who had briefly served as a midwife before going back into general nursing and then becoming a nursing tutor, prophetically stated that if what I was experiencing was true labour, "the baby would be out by noon".

The pace in which my surges grew closer together was surprisingly quicker than I expected; and while I asked Lara to "Hurry up with breakfast" with only a tad more urgency than we normally tell her to do, little Missy being prone to dilly-dallying at meals, I probably freaked Kishore out when about 930am onwards, I had to instinctively get on my hands and knees a couple of times, eyes closed, trying to practice the Hypnobirthing breathing techniques I had revised to help along the process of my body birthing our child into the world.

I recall him saying a bit frantically as I knelt at our front door, doubled over as he waited for Lara to complete something or other, "Lara hurry up! Can't you see Mama is in so much pain and you are taking your own sweet time??!!"

SIDETRACK: Just the night before, Lara and I had watched a TV show in which a woman gave birth with the usual histrionics accompanying pop culture depictions of labour.

Lara watched the scene, transfixed.

I told her, simply and matter-of-factly, "That's what Mama has to do to get baby brother out Lara, and that's what I had to do for you also."

In most of interactions with my daughter, I have sought to equip her to face life's situations with calmness, truthful common sense, and ideally a minimum of drama.

Those who know the dramatic diva that Lara can be will know that this is a work-in-progress, but her response to me that night showed me some of my 'teachings' were sinking in:

She looked at me unfazed, "But Mama," she said. "You won't cry and scream like that lady, right? You will be BRAVE and stay calm, right?"
#nopressure.

So as we prepped to leave for the hospital I did indeed attempt to be that role model of calm for her, asking her only for her help in keeping very quiet,
"Because Mama needs to focus on bringing baby brother out and she needs quiet to concentrate...".

As we left the house at 10.11am, I texted Kishore's sister Geetha to please prep to pick up Lara from the hospital, and was grateful Kishore had the foresight to ask our gynae to prepare a letter for Geetha to show any police roadblocks between my in-laws' home in Subang Jaya and the hospital in Bangsar, this all happening under the Movement Control Order (MCO).

To Lara's credit, in the journey over to the hospital, she - probably sensing the gravity of the situation, sat very quietly in her seat at the back, and the silence was punctuated only by my occasional deep intakes of breath and some variation of my Ohmmm-like moans when the sensations were at their height.

By the time we got to Pantai Hospital at around 10.30am, my surges were strong enough I requested a wheelchair to assist me in getting to the labour ward, as I did not trust my own legs to support me... and Kishore would have to wait until Geetha had arrived to take Lara back to my in-laws' house before he himself could go up.

I slumped in the wheelchair and was wheeled up to the labour room with my eyes closed the whole time, trying to handle my surges.

I didn't even look up to see the attendant who pushed me... but did make the effort to thank him sincerely when he handed me over, with what seemed like a palpable sense of relief on his part, to the labour ward nurses.

The nurse attending me at Pantai was calm, steady and efficient. I answered some questions and changed into my labour gown while waiting for Kishore to come up, all the while managing the increasingly intense surges with my rusty Hypnobirthing breathing techniques.

By the time Kishore joined me at around 11am (I know these timings based on the timestamps of the 'WhatsApp live feed' of messages Kishore sent to his family), I was asking the nurse on duty, "How soon can I get an epidural??" thinking what crazy woman thought she could do this without drugs???!!!

The nurse checked my cervix dilation, I saw her bloodied glove indicating my mucous plug had dislodged, and she told me, "Well you are already at 7cm (which, for the uninitiated, is 70% of the way to the 10cm dilation needed for birthing), you are really doing well, if you made it this far without any drugs, if can you try and manage without it... I suspect within 2 hours or less you will deliver your baby and since it will take about that time for the anaesthesiologist to be called, epidural to be administered and kick in... it might all be for nothing... but of course the decision is completely up to you... "

So there I was, super torn, should I risk the sensations becoming worse... or risk the epidural becoming a waste?? And of course I was trying to decide this as my labour surges were coming at me stronger and stronger...

I was in such a dilemma...because as a 'recovering approval junkie' there was also a silly element of approval-seeking involved, ("The nurse thinks I can do this without drugs... maybe I CAN do this without drugs... Yay me!") mixed with that element of curiosity I mentioned earlier ("What if I actually CAN do this without drugs... plenty of other women have done it all over the world since time immemorial.. no big deal, how bad can it be...??") so then I thought I would use the financial aspect to be the 'tiebreaker' in my decision making...

I asked the nurse how much an epidural would cost and when she replied "Around MYR1.5k", I still remember Kishore's incredulous face as I asked the question, i.e."Seriously babe, you are gonna think about money right now? If you need the epidural TAKE IT, don't worry about the money!!!"... and while we are not rich by any stretch of the imagination, thankfully RM1.5k is not a quantum that made me swing towards a decision to "better save the money"...

So in the end, I guess my curiosity won out, and I turned down the epidural "just to see what it would be like and if I had it in me" (in addition of course to avoiding the side effects of any drugs introduced into my and the baby's body).

My labour occuring in the time of coronavirus, it was protocol for me to have a COVID19 test done, so the medical staff could apply the necessary precautions. I had heard from a friend Sharon Ruba that the test procedure was uncomfortable, so when the nurse came with the test kit as I was starting another surge, I asked, "Please can I just finish this surge before I do the test?" as I really didn't think I could multitask tackling multiple uncomfortable sensations in one go.

The COVID19 test involved what felt like a looong, skinny cotton bud being inserted into one nostril... I definitely felt more than a tickle as it went in and up, being told to take deep breaths by the nurse. Then she asked me to "Try to swallow" and I felt it go into my nasal cavities where I didn't think anything could go any further, but was proven wrong when she asked me to swallow again and the swab was probed even deeper. Then she warned me there would be some slight discomfort as she prepared to collect a sample... but at that point all I could think about was:

(i) I really don't have much of a choice
(ii) please let this be over before my next surge kicks in
(iii) if all the people breaking the MCO rules knew what it feels like to do this test maybe they won't put themselves at risk of the need to perform one...

In full disclosure as I was transferred into the actual delivery room at some point after 11am, another nurse offered me 'laughing gas' to ostensibly take some of the edge off... I took the self-operated breathing nozzle passed to me but don't recall it making any difference to my sensations..so didn't use it much as it seemed pretty pointless.

I recall some measure of relief when I heard my gynae Dr. Paul entering the room, greeting Kishore and me, and telling us it was going well and it wouldn't be long now and he would see us again shortly.

From my previous labour with Lara I knew the midwives pretty much take you 90% of the way through the labour and when the Dr is called in you are really at the home stretch, so was very relieved to hear his voice though knowing he would leave and come back later meant it wasn't quite over yet.

I do remember realising when I had crossed the Thinning and Opening Phase of labour to the Birthing Phase, by the change in sensations... it is still amazing to me that as the Hypnobirthing book mentioned, having this knowledge I was instinctively able to switch breathing techniques for the next stage of labour .

Was my opting against epidural the right choice for me?

Overall? Yes.

Don't get me wrong.

I *almost* regretted the decision several times during active labour... especially when I felt my body being taken over by an overwhelming compulsion to push that did not seem conscious and was accompanied by involuntary gutteral moans where I literally just thought to myself, "I surrender, God do with me what you will..." (super dramatic I know but VERY real at the time...).

I think I experienced 3-4 such natural explusive reflexes (?), rhythmically pushing the baby down the birth path, one of which was accompanied by what felt like a swoosh of water coming out of a hose with a diameter the size of a golf ball... this was when I realised my water had finally broken...

The nurses kept instructing me to do different things, to keep breathing, to move to my side, then to move to the middle, to raise my feet... and when I didn't comply, Kishore (who was with me throughout both my labours) tried to help them by repeating the instructions prefaced with "Sayang..." but I basically ignored all the intructions because I felt I had no capacity to direct any part of my body to do anything and someone else would have to physically manoeuvre that body part themselves.

When I heard Dr. Paul's voice again and the flurry of commotion surrounding his presence, I knew the time was close... and when I heard the nurse say to Kishore, "Sir, these are your gloves, for when you cut the baby's cord", it was music to my ears...

I'm very, VERY grateful Kiaen slid out after maybe the 4th of those involuntary pushes... the wave of RELIEF when he came out so quickly... it still boggles my mind that my mother was essentially right and as his birth time was 12.02pm, it was *only* about 1.5 hours between our arrival at the hospital and his arrival into the world.

Kiaen was placed on my chest for skin to skin bonding and remained there for a considerable time.

For our short stay in the hospital he would be with us in my maternity ward number C327... another trivially serendipitous sign for me because he was born on the 3rd (May) and our wedding anniversary is 27th (July).

I was discharged the following day 4th May at about 5.30pm, after I got an all clear on COVID19 and a paediatric surgeon did a small procedure on Kiaen to address a tongue-tie that would affect his breastfeeding latch... making the entire duration of our stay about 31 hours.

I have taken the time and effort to record all this down so that whenever life's challenges threaten to get me down I can remind myself, "Ignore the 97% failure probability, focus on the 3% success probability".

Also that the human condition is miraculous and it is such a privilege to experience it.

To our son Kiaen Aaryan, thank you for coming into our lives and choosing us as your parents.

Even though Papa and I are both zombies trying to settle into a night time feeding routine with you, I look forward to spending not only all future Mother's Days, but every day, with you and your Akka...

And last but not least, to my husband Kishore...without whom none of this would be possible - we did it sayang, I love you ❤️

Photo credit: Stayhome session with Samantha Yong Photography (http://samanthayong.com/)

#'94年に任天堂情報開発本部、HAL研究所が開発、任天堂が発売した、ゴルフにビリヤードの要素を加えたテーブルゲーム作品。カービィシリーズ4作目となる。

BGMはカービィシリーズでお馴染みの安藤氏が作曲。

作曲：安藤浩和氏

Year: 1994.09.21
Manufacture: Nintendo / HAL Laboratory,Nintendo EAD
Hardware: spc700
computer: super famicom / snes
Composer: Hirokazu Ando
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00:00 01.Introduction
01:19 02.Kirby's Dream Course
03:36 03.Star Card
04:54 04.Learn the Rules
06:00 05.Duel on the Dream Course
07:07 06.Dream Land
08:27 07.Before You Start...
09:05 08.The First Hole
12:13 09.Over Water
13:57 10.Cloudy Mountain Peaks
16:36 11.Space Valley
19:26 12.Jigsaw Plains
22:33 13.Green Fields
25:08 14.The Tricky Stuff
27:57 15.Castles of Cake
30:25 16.Iceberg Ocean
33:21 17.Scorecard
35:52 18.Ride to the Sky
38:18 19.Victory!
38:26 20.High Scores
39:10 21.Showdown with Dedede
40:29 22.Dedede is Getting Closer!
43:02 23.Staff Roll
45:05 24.Game Over
46:00 25.Continue or Give Up_
47:04 26.1-up!
47:07 27.Fall!
47:13 28.Fanfare
47:17 29.Hole in One!
47:24 30.Lose Life
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Your favorite Tokyo private tour guide (me :p ) showing you how to eat at an Okonomiyaki restaurant, in Kabukicho Shinjuku. Yeahh I'm your VIP private tour guide in Tokyo, Japan! hehe ( seriously though, that's my job :p)

this restaurant was all you can eat style. name of restaurant - Torajyuu. Red light district can be more fun and safe than you think. there is more than just the Robot Restaurant to see and have fun! --- continues with info about the all you can eat system ---

We could stay there for the maximum of 2hrs. the restaurant staff were very strict about that.

Okonomiyaki restaurant in Kabukicho Shinjuku: TORAJYUU
We got a all you can eat and all you can drink deal(softdrinks)
for 2,300 yen. *this is about 20 US dollars.
They also have the option of all you can drink alcohol + okonomiyaki for : 2,800 yen *23 US dollars.
Only food all you can eat + free house water : 2.000 yen *17 US

We could barely finish 2 Okonomiyakis, because they were quite big. if you are not into drinking loads and eating a heavy amount of food, I recommend ordering per item. I would do that if I went there again. It was very heavy food.

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Hello Youtube Family!

Today's Vlog:
Baby spa,
Just keep swimming,
HK Youtuber lunch,
Saddest documentary ever,
Creepy Barbie



We were all slightly envious of the babies that day. I wish I could get a massage followed by relaxing pool time. Isaac had the time of his life swimming with his buddy, Karson. He slept so so well afterwards too. We're definitely going to return for another session. Thanking Kenny & Helen for your kind gesture. For those who are wondering, we visited the Spawawa from Megabox. The staff were so so friendly and caring. A few people actually asked us if the floats are uncomfortable. They're actually very soft and shaped in a special way to make sure the baby is comfortable and safe ^_^

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