【男友求生手冊 】來一課拍攝技巧101
⭐與其投訴男友拍得差
⭐不如一齊研究如何可以拍得更好
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幫女友影相呃Like
男友要掌握的拍攝技巧
男朋友:「唉~女友話要做KOL,經常要我幫她拍照,但每次拍完都被嫌棄拍得差,現在給她拍照都很大壓力。」
CheckCheckCin:根據非正式統計,十個有九個女生都嫌棄男友/老公不會拍照,其實雙方都有責任,首先女生不要當男生是專業攝影師,在拍攝過程中有認真努力過其實已值得嘉許;男生亦不要敷衍回應「Hea影」,與對方一起研究如何影靚相也是情趣啊!綜合女生的意見,男生影相出現的問題不離以下幾個:
.角度不對
明明女生已經先拍一張示範,叫男生站在同一位置影,但出來效果總是不對!別忘記二人有身高差別呢!你的高度看到的和他的根本不一樣,先拍一張看看再調整角度吧。
.高抄還是低抄?
女生自拍總是小V臉,男生給女生拍卻拍出大餅面!記著拍上半身或臉部特寫時宜「高抄」,就能輕鬆拍出尖臉;但拍全身照時記得「中低抄」,這樣比較能顯腳長。
.路人雜物入鏡
男生他們的眼中只有你吧,所以拍照時只看到你這個主角,連把路人和雜物入鏡也不知道!這個情況女生在拍照時不妨多出聲提點就能避免啊!
.鬆郁矇
影像清晰是拍攝的最低要求,如果連主角都看不清楚,又難怪女友發脾氣。要避免相片鬆郁矇,盡量避免在不夠光的環境拍攝,如果你特別容易手震,可以讓手靠著牆或枱穩住身體。
.自拍大餅臉
誰都知道自拍時站前面會顯得臉大,所以自拍時男生記得搶著「揸機」,讓女生躲在你身後,這樣拍出來女生的臉自然變小,是加分位啊!
當一個略懂攝影的男朋友,女朋友的幸福感必然倍增,拍攝這回事多用心練習就會有進步,加油!感到有壓力時,喝包火龍果玫瑰茶疏肝解鬱再練習吧!
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Help your girlfriend take photos that will win ‘likes’
Photography tips every boyfriend should learn
“Sigh, my girlfriend wants to be a KOL. She always asks me to take photos of her, but then she also criticizes my photography skills. Now I feel stress every time she wants me to take the photos.”
CheckCheckCin: Based on unofficial statistics, nine out of ten women are unhappy with the fact that their boyfriends or husbands do not know how to take proper photos of them. To be honest, it takes two to quarrel. First, women should not treat men as professional photographers. If they have tried their best, then give credit where credit is due. On the other hand, men should also better understand women’s needs and not brush them off as if they are not important. It will be fun for couples to study photography techniques together!
Based on the feedback from some women, here are some problems they found in the photos taken by their boyfriends:
.Bad angle
The girlfriend might have demonstrated how to shoot, but the boyfriend still fails to produce the effect she wants! Don’t forget about the difference in height! What you see from your height might be very different from that of his. Try taking a photo first and make adjustments accordingly.
.Top-down or bottom-up angle?
Women are good at capturing the V-shaped face in their selfies, but their boyfriends will always accentuate their rounded features instead! Remember to take a half-body shot or close-up profile from a high angle to create that V-shaped face. When taking a full-body shot, remember to shoot from a low angle so the person can look taller and more slender.
.Random objects and people
Perhaps your boyfriend’s world revolves around you, and he does not see anything else. Since you are the center of his attention, he might have unconsciously included people walking past and random objects in the photo as well. It would be nice for the girlfriends to remind the boyfriends to take note of the mess in the background!
.Blur and out of focus
A clear image is the most fundamental principle in photography. It is hard to blame the girlfriends for throwing a tantrum if they cannot see their faces clearly in the photos. In order to avoid taking photos that are blurry and out of focus, try taking photos in places with proper lighting. If you tend to shiver, try resting your hands on a wall or a pillar to stabilize your body.
.Round face and selfie
Everyone knows the closer we are to the camera when taking a selfie, the rounder our face will be in the photo. So guys, remember to position yourself in front of the camera and make the ladies stand behind you. They will appreciate you for the ‘sacrifice’ you made!
Equip yourself with basic photography knowledge so your girlfriends will feel like they are the happiest women in the world. Of course, you will need practice to sharpen your skills. Good luck! If you feel stressed about this, drink a cup of dragon fruit rose tea to soothe the liver and relieve your anxiety!
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【上天為何會負你?】
Why Did Heaven Let You Down?
拼啊!!! 所以請問那個小數點是在第一個號碼後面嗎?😁
不說你不知,約八年前,我曾經銀行戶口裡只剩下新幣$0.83。因為之前的生意,資金周轉有困難,某日凌晨一點,我發簡訊向我媽借錢。那是我長了那麼大,生平第一次這麼做。發簡訊,因為我不敢打電話向我媽開口。
當時,我是整個家族裡的唯一一個大學生,每逢過年,長輩們都問我為什麼不找個安分守己的工作。在他們面前,我彷彿就是那個吊兒郎當的人妻,老公辛苦工作,我什麼都不成。我無法交代為何自己會那麼落魄,因為我也不懂。
那時,只覺得老天對我太不公平了。
小時候,父母做生意困難,長大後,卻輪到我繼承相同的命運。
小時後,在家常常接聽債主們的「奪命追魂call」。長大後,在外常常接到銀行的「快點還錢call」。所以到現在,雖早就沒欠債,我依然不喜歡聽電話,連發簡訊都不喜歡。
這也就是為什麼,我並沒有提供電話號碼給你們聯絡我。
那天,一位馬國的客人說:「老師,你的收費很貴!你賺很多錢!」
我氣定神閒的答:「我修來的。」
苦瓜吃了半輩子,也該輪到我修成正果了吧!妹妹,你為我開心,也能因隨喜而修來福報呀!
一個人不會平白無故失敗的。
你問我要怎麼鹹魚翻身,那我問你,你是否已經能夠赤裸裸的面對你的缺點呢?
我們會失敗,必定是被自己的缺點給絆倒的。
你能夠放下傲慢,接受你認為刺耳的話時,就是你迎接第二個春天的開始了。
缺點就是我們的盲點,也是讓我們折福造業的源頭。
你當真是做生意的,應該很厲害算。
我若說出你有哪二十個缺點,你可以選擇糾結生氣埋怨投訴,甚至向左鄰右舍、祖宗十八代數落我。你也可以選擇狠下心來,把那二十個缺點來個「七十二變」,變成你二十個嶄新的優點。
聰明的生意人,你算一下,長遠來說哪一宗交易比較賺錢?
然後再仔細想想,是上天負了你,還是因為你選擇視若無睹,而負了你自己?
我不認為你可以改,我不認為你還有成功的機會,我又何必冒著名譽和生命危險來「坦誠相對」呢?做壞人貪好玩meh?😂
我們可以是自己最大的貴人,也可以是我們最大的敵人,一切全在你一念之間。
大家修的福報和功德數量,一定要比你們的身份證號碼還長!比萬里長城更長!做個福德綿綿不絕的善人!
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Fight on! So excuse me, is the decimal point after the first number? 😁
You may not know this about me. About 8 years ago, I was so broke that I only have S$0.83 in my bank accounts. Because my previous business had cash flow problems, one night at 1am, I sent a SMS to my mum to borrow money from her. It was my first ever time doing that as a married adult. I sent the text message because I did not dare to call.
At that time, I was the only graduate in my entire clan. And every CNY, the elders would ask why I did not get a stable job. In their eyes, I was like that good-for-nothing married woman where the husband was toiling to make ends meet and me? Don’t know do what. I could not tell them how I ended up being so pathetic because even I myself didn’t know why.
I only felt Heaven was so unfair to me.
When I was a kid, my parents ran into difficulties managing their business. I sure did not expect myself to have the same destiny as them after I grew up.
As a little girl, I often answered calls from angry creditors at home. As an adult, I often received calls from the bank, snapping at my heels to pay up. So till now, even though I no longer owe the bank, I still do not like answering phone calls.
This is why I do not have any mobile number for you to contact me.
That day, a Malaysian client exclaimed, “Teacher, your fee is so expensive! You earn a lot of money!”
I replied calmly, “This is the fruit of my cultivation.”
Having reaped so many bitter fruits for the large part of my life, surely it should be my turn to enjoy some rewards. Sister, if you are happy for me, this virtuous thought will also earn you good fortune!
Nobody becomes a failure for no good reason.
You ask me how to rise from this lowest point in your life. Let me ask you this. Are you able to face your weaknesses squarely?
We fail because we are floundered by our weaknesses.
When you can squash your pride, and hear what you think are jarring words, that marks the beginning of your second Spring in life.
Our weaknesses are our blind spots, and the reason for our karmic transgressions and reduction in blessedness.
If you are a true businessman, you should be very shrewd in your calculations.
When I tell you the 20 weaknesses you have, you can choose to fly into a tantrum, grapple with the truth, bear grudges and complain about me to your neighbours and your ancestors of 18 generations.
You can also decisively transform that 20 weaknesses into your 20 brand new strengths!
Dear smart businessman, do your math and decide which makes a more profitable deal in the long run.
And then think over this, did Heaven let you down or did you let yourself down by turning your heart away from the obvious?
If I do not think you can change, if I do not think you still have a chance at success, why would I risk my reputation and my life to tell you the naked truth? You think it’s fun to be the b*tch? 😂
We can be our greatest benefactor and we also can be our greatest enemy. It’s all within that one thought.
May the amount of merits and good fortune you cultivate be as long as your IC number! What the heck! Let’s have it even longer than the Great Wall of China! Be a blessed person of endless good!
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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/)
how to make a photo wall 在 おもちゃ箱 Youtube 的最佳解答
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折り紙で簡単に作れます!
すみっコぐらしのキャラクターがいっぱいのハロウィンのフォトフレームの作り方です。ハロウィンパーティーなどで撮ったお気に入りの写真を入れたり、ディズニーランドやユニバーサルスタジオで撮った写真などをいれててお部屋に飾ればハロウィン気分が盛り上がりますよ。♪
折り紙で作ってあるので軽いのでセロテープを裏に着けて壁にくっつけたりマスキングテープで壁に貼り付けるのもお勧めです。
デスクの上や玄関などに飾りたい場合は動画内でも紹介している支えを作ればフォトスタンドとしてお使いいただくこともできますよ。(*^-^*)
作ったフォトフレームに写真を入れてお友達にプレゼントしても喜ばれると思いますよ!!!
How to make a Halloween photo frame that can be easily made with origami. Add your favorite photos taken at a Halloween party, or add photos taken at Disneyland or Universal Studios and decorate them in your room. ♪
Because it is made of origami, it is light so it is recommended to attach a cello tape to the back and attach it to the wall or affix it to the wall with masking tape.
If you want to decorate on the desk or entrance, you can use it as a photo stand if you make the support introduced in the video. (* ^-^ *)
If you put a photo in the photo frame you made and give it to your friends, you will be pleased! ! !
how to make a photo wall 在 おもちゃ箱 Youtube 的最佳貼文
【プロフィール / profile】:http://pojieblog.com/profile/
【折り紙ブログ / blog】:http://pojieblog.com/
折り紙で簡単に作れるハロウィンのフォトフレームの作り方です。ハロウィンパーティーなどで撮ったお気に入りの写真を入れたり、ディズニーランドやユニバーサルスタジオで撮った写真などをいれててお部屋に飾ればハロウィン気分が盛り上がりますよ。♪
折り紙で作ってあるので軽いのでセロテープを裏に着けて壁にくっつけたりマスキングテープで壁に貼り付けるのもお勧めです。
デスクの上や玄関などに飾りたい場合は動画内でも紹介している支えを作ればフォトスタンドとしてお使いいただくこともできますよ。(*^-^*)
作ったフォトフレームに写真を入れてお友達にプレゼントしても喜ばれると思いますよ!!!
How to make a Halloween photo frame that can be easily made with origami. Add your favorite photos taken at a Halloween party, or add photos taken at Disneyland or Universal Studios and decorate them in your room. ♪
Because it is made of origami, it is light so it is recommended to attach a cello tape to the back and attach it to the wall or affix it to the wall with masking tape.
If you want to decorate on the desk or entrance, you can use it as a photo stand if you make the support introduced in the video. (* ^-^ *)
If you put a photo in the photo frame you made and give it to your friends, you will be pleased! ! !
how to make a photo wall 在 C CHANNEL Art&Study DIY Crafts Handmade Youtube 的最佳解答
【What to prepare】
· Origami paper
· Photo frame
· Glue
· Double-sided tape
【How to make】
1. Fold origami up and down and right and left
2. Expand and fold left and right in the center
3. Fold the top and bottom to the center and fold the top down
4. Similarly fold the bottom up
5. Follow the fold at the bottom with the fold
6. Similarly fold the upper part to the left and right according to the crease
7. Bend upper and lower corners
8. Collapse the upper right and lower left, spreading out
9. Folding up and down and folding so that the front is three-dimensional
10. Dent the left and right and the center of the three-dimensional part
11. Make the lower part of the heart engage!
12. Put origami on a photo frame and decorate on the wall ♪
【用意するもの】
・折り紙
・フォトフレーム
・液体のり
・両面テープ
【作り方】
1.折り紙を上下と左右に折る
2.広げて左右を中央に折る
3.上下を中央に折り、上部を下に折る
4.同様に下部を上に折る
5.下部を折り目に合わせて左右に折る
6.同様に上部も折り目に合わせて左右に折る
7.上部と下部の角を折り曲げる
8.上部の右と下部の左を、広げるように折りたたむ
9.上下を折リたたんで手前が立体になるように折る
10,立体部分の左右と中央を凹ませる
11.ハートの下部を噛み合わせればできあがり!
12.フォトフレームに貼れば壁に飾れます♪
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