關於 scream picture ，我們在網路上蒐集到這些相關的討論、資訊與評價

เชื่อว่าถ้ามีการจัดอันดันผู้เล่นทรงคุณค่า ทรงพลัง บ้าเลือดในจักรวาลหนังชุด SAW ชื่อของตัวละคร Simone Bethson จากภาค 6 ต้องลอยลำอยู่อันดับต้น ๆ แน่ เพราะอีนี่คือใจเด็ดเช็ดครก!
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มีเหยื่อไม่กี่รายที่รอดพ้นจากกับดัก JIGSAW ไปได้ และ Simone Bethson คือหนึ่งในนั้น อดีตเจ้าแม่เงินกู้หน้าเลือดที่ถูกจ้าวสำนักเลือกมาลงทัณฑ์ในเกมโหด Pound of Flesh (ตาชั่งตวงเนื้อ) พร้อมกับคู่หูของเธอ
พวกเขาถูกจับมาขังในกรง 2 กรง ที่มีอุปกรณ์ตัด-ชำแหละตั้งอยู่บนโต๊ะ โดยมีตาชั่งตั้งอยู่ตรงกลางระหว่างกรงทั้งสอง พวกเขาทั้งคู่ถูกจับสวมเครื่องบีบขมับซึ่งตั้งเวลาไว้ให้น๊อตกดทะลุกะโหลกเป็นการสังหาร หนทางเดียวที่จะปลดล็อกเครื่องบีบขมับได้ พวกเขาจะต้องตัดชิ้นส่วนในร่างกายตัวเอง เพื่อนำไปชั่งบนตาชั่งพิพากษา ผู้ใดที่ยอมสละชิ้นส่วนในร่างกายได้มากที่สุด จะเป็นผู้ชนะในเกมนี้ไป! ช่างเป็นบทลงโทษสำหรับพวกปล่อยกู้ดอกนรกมาก ๆ คนแบบพวกมึงต้องถูกขูดเลือดขูดเนื้อให้รู้ซึ้งบ้าง
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ในตอนแรก Simone Bethson เป็นฝ่ายเสียเปรียบ เพราะคู่แข่งเธอเป็นคนอ้วน จึงมีเนื้อไว้เฉือนมากกว่า แต่เพราะรักตัวกลัวตาย เธอจึงของขึ้นประหนึ่งสักยันต์หนุมานออกฤทธิ์ หญิงสาวเงื้อปังตอมาสับ ๆ ๆ ๆ ๆ ๆ ๆ จนแขนเธอหลุดทั้งท่อน เป็นผลให้เธอสามารถเอาชนะในเกมนี้ได้ในที่สุด สีหน้าท่าทางของเธอตอนนั้นคือที่สุดของความคลั่งบ้าเลือดดีเดือดตายเป็นคาย ตาแทบถลน ปากเกร็งแหกกรี๊ดสุดคอหอย ตั้งแต่ดูหนังมาทั้งหมด 8 ภาค ยังไม่เคยเจอผู้เล่นคนไหน ทรงอานุภาพความคลั่งเท่าเธอมาก่อนจริง ๆ อแมนด้าน่ะเหรอจิ๊บ ๆ
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ต้องยอมรับเลยว่าการแสดงของ Tanedra Howard ทำให้ฉากนี้ยิ่งทรงพลังความเดือดนรกแตก จนคนดูสัมผัสได้ถึงความเจ็บปวด และความตึงเครียดขั้นสุด ว่าแต่คุณรู้ไหมว่า เห็นเธอแสดงเก่ง ใส่อารมณ์แบบมืออาชีพขนาดนี้ แต่ SAW VI เป็นงานแสดงแบบเต็มตัวชิ้นแรกของเธอ
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Tanedra Howard เป็นเพียงหญิงสาวธรรมดาคนหนึ่งที่ไม่เคยมีประสบการณ์ด้านการแสดงมาก่อน เธอไม่เคยร่ำเรียนวิชาการแสดงที่ไหน แต่สุดท้ายด้วยความที่สนใจอยากหาโอกาสในชีวิต เธอจึงลองไปสมัครรายการเรียลริตี้ที่ชื่อ Scream Queens ของช่อง VH1 ที่ร่วมกับ Lionsgate Television และ Twisted Picture (เจ้าของหนังชุด SAW) เพื่อเฟ้นหานักแสดงสาวหน้าใหม่ไปแสดงหนังสยอง SAW ในสัปดาห์แล้วสัปดาห์เล่า ผู้เข้าแข่งขันจะต้องร่วมแคมเปญหวีดสยองมากมาย ทั้งการถ่ายแบบ เรียนการแสดง นำเสนอผลงานจำลองฉากเด็ดในหนังสยองเรื่องดัง ก่อนที่เราจะได้ราชินีหวีดตัวแม่คนใหม่มาประดับวงการ ซึ่ง Tanedra Howard ก็คือผู้ชนะในรายการซีซั่น 1
และฝีมือของเธอก็เป็นที่ประจักษ์ในหนัง SAW ภาค 6 และ 7 เป็นการันตีให้เห็นว่าหล่อนนี่แหละคือเหยื่อสุดสตรองของแท้ในจักรวาล SAW

Ibu ayah bacalah...

Anak berusia 1.5 tahun ke 2.5 tahun akan mula memberontak, buang barang, merajuk dan protest. Jika anak anda berkelakuan demikian, bukan bermaksud dia sudah menjadi degil atau kurang ajar. Anak sekecil ini, tidak akan kurang ajar. Dia sedang belajar untuk ekspres diri dia disebabkan dia berasa letih atau kecewa akan sesuatu.

Oleh itu jalan untuk membantu dia menjadi tenang:...
Continue ReadingMom dad read it...

2.5-year-old child will start rebelling, throwing away, sulking and protesting. If your child is acting like that, it doesn't mean he / she's being stubborn or rude. This little kid, won't be rude. She's learning to express herself because she's feeling tired or disappointed in something.

Therefore the way to help him become calm:
1-Hold her as in this picture.
2-Whisper that you love him and understand his feelings.
3-Read the Quran verse and A ' uzubillah hi minasyaitan nir rajim, so that the devil does not take advantage of him and you.
4-Calm her with words of love and you need to calm down
5-NEVER GET ANGRY AND SCREAM OR HIT HIM UP TO DISCIPLINE HIM. This will only make him a coward or rebellious child.

* Recognize What Is Tantrum?

Tantrums mean to be outrageous. When ′′ Temper Tantrum ′′ is an outpouring of emotion that explodes so that there is no self-control. Temper Tantrums often appear in children aged 15 months-6 years. Tantrums usually occur in hyper-active children. Tantrum is also easier for children who are considered ′′ difficult ", with the following features:

1) Children don't sleep enough.
2) Irregular unclean removal process and process.
3) Awkward with a new situation or someone he doesn't know.
4) Slowly adapt to change.
5) Emotions are not peaceful (often negative).
6) Easy to get angry and easy to cry.
7) Hard to move his attention.

Tantrum is manifested in various behaviors. Here are some examples of Tantrum behavior, age-ranked:

Under 3 years old
· Crying
· Bite
· Hitting
· Kickin
· Screaming
· Scratching up
· Getting the body to the floor
· Hitting his hand
· Holding my breath
· Stomping the head
· Throwing stuff
· Rise
· Hugging her body

3-4 years old
· The behavior is above
· Stomping legs
· Screaming
· Punching
· slamming the door
· Criticizing
· whining

5 years old and above
· Those behaviors are above
· Scolding others @ his parents
· Swearing
· Hitting sister @ sister @ her friends
· Criticize yourself
· Breaking things on purpose
· Threatens
· complaining
· Trauma @ phobia of something that suppresses the child's emotions.

* FACTOR OF TANTRUM CAUSE

There are several factors that caused the Tantrum. Some of them are like the following:

1) Will @ Wanting for Children's Desire is Resisted
After unsuccessful asking for something that remains to his wish, then the child is easy to release his tantrum emotion that aims to urge his parents to fulfill his dream.

2) Child inability to express with words
Children under the age of 4 have language limitations. It's very difficult for them to translate their wishes in a form of language that we can understand. Therefore, the condition of those who still don't feel at ease has suppressed their emotions become disappointed and indirectly create frustration on themselves and delivered with tantrum attitude.

3) Limited Movement
Hyper-active children are common with free movements with no scouts or limitations. If parents try to control their movement or limit their behavior to be polite and complicated, then this will create stress on their own child. For children to release stress, then there is a tantrum. For example; child wants to drink glass, mother or nanny is not allowed and replace with plastic cup; child still insists on his desire, so there is an anger in him and for him to let him go he will be a tantrum so that his will
Allowed.

4) Parent s' care
a. Too pampered when all wishes are filled and suddenly there's another desire not to follow.
b. Inconsistent care - not explaining which is good and which is bad (no explanation given). When the child makes mistakes and suddenly we rebuke and punish, then this is the complication that comes up with the form of tantrums.
c. Parents argue with opinions which are good @ bad for children.

5) Children feel tired, hungry or sick.

6) The child is stressed
Whether the child is tired of the burden of school assignment, etc. or not to feel insecure.

7) Trauma @ Phobia
Child being tortured or seen something scary or raped since childhood. The trauma that hits him makes his emotions uncertain. Children expect safe protection. When that happens, he assumed that parents didn't give love or peace that was expected. Then he will tantrums to release the pressure that strikes his emotions. This tantrum takes time to recover and will be carried away until he grows up.

Hopefully it will be useful for us to handle the tantrums that may happen to our children. I've learned a lot from this article. Sharing is caring.
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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/)

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Nano - Nevereverland Nightcore
Game Music Video

Game used:
God Eater Resurrection (PC)
Darksiders 2 (PC)
Mabinogi (PC)

Song: https://youtu.be/hsVfl3P3eTQ (Nano Nevereverland Nightcore)


Lyrics:

Romaji:
Long ago, inside a distant memory,
There is a voice that says
Do you believe a world of happy endings?
Even when the road seems long,
Every breath you take will lead you closer to
A special place within
Your Nevereverland

Mezamete
Komaku wo tataki tsudzuketeru SAIREN
Kono sakebigoe wo oshikoroshite
Nanimo shirazu ni
Shin’on dake wo tsunagitomete
Genjitsu no TORAPPU ni ochite yuku

Koukai wa shinai yo
Tsumiageta chigireteta miraizu wo nagame
Iki wo tomete
Sabitsuita kioku no hari
Atama n naka
Guruguru
Mawaru yo

As I close my eyes
Nokosu ato mo naku kobosu oto mo naku iku ate mo naku
I know that this is what I want, this is what I need
Ima mo kurikaeshiteku zanzou
Kizutsuita kako no bokura wa
Ienai mama de
Sonna karamawari kawaranai hibi wa
Mou tozashite ikun da
So now
Kore wa boku ga nozonda
My Nevereverland

Samayou
NAIFU no you ni tsukisasu kotoba ga
Kono kurushimi wo azawaratte
Nanimo dekizu ni
Furueru koe wo nomikonde
Kodoku no TORAPPU ni ochite yuku

Mayoikonda kono ashidori
Tsumazuite sonzaikan wo ushinatte
Namida de somatta
Higeki no SUTEEJI kuruoshiku
Kokoro n naka
Furafura
Odoru yo

As I take your hand
Kakenukete iku kokoro no kioku iroasete iku
I know that this is what I want, this is what I need
Asu mo kurikaeshiteku zanzou
Tobidashita hizumu sekai ga
Kienai mama de
Sonna karamawari kawaranai hibi wa
Mou tozashite ikun da
So now
Kore wa boku ga nozonda
My Nevereverland

Mezamete
Yume no ato no you na komorebi ga
Mabuta no ura shimi wataru
Subete ga kanatta hazu da to omotte mo mata
Ochite iku

As I close my eyes
Nokosu ato mo naku kobosu oto mo naku iku ate mo naku
I know that this is what I want, this is what I need
Ima mo kurikaeshiteku zanzou
Kizutsuita kako no bokura wa
Ienai mama de
Sonna karamawari kawaranai hibi wa
Mou tozashite ikun da
So now
Kore wa boku ga nozonda
My Nevereverland

English:
Long ago, inside a distant memory,
There is a voice that says
Do you believe a world of happy endings?
Even when the road seems long,
Every breath you take will lead you closer to
A special place within
Your Nevereverland

I wake up
A siren keeps beating at my eardrums
I stifle this scream to death
Without knowing anything
I hold on to only my heartbeat
And fall into the trap of reality

I won’t regret
I gaze at the piled up, torn apart picture of the future
I hold my breath
In my head
The hands of my rusted memories
Turn
Round and round

As I close my eyes
There is no mark left behind, no noise spilling out, no destination
I know that this is what I want, this is what I need
The afterimage that is repeating even now
We who have a wounded past
Are, without being healed
Already shutting away
Such uselessly revolving, unchanging days
So now
This is what I desired
My Nevereverland

I wander around
Words that pierce like knives
Laugh at my pain
Without being able to do anything
I swallow back my trembling voice
And fall into the trap of solitude

These footsteps that have gone astray
Stumble, lose their presence
And are dyed in tears
In my heart
The stage of tragedy maniacally
And unsteadily
Dances

As I take your hand
I run past you from behind, my heart’s memories fade away
I know that this is what I want, this is what I need
The afterimage that will repeat tomorrow as well
The distorted world that suddenly appeared
Is, without disappearing
Already shutting away
Such uselessly revolving, unchanging days
So now
This is what I desired
My Nevereverland

I wake up
The sunlight shining through the trees like after a dream
Pierces through to the other side of my eyelids
Even though I think, “All of it should have come true”
Again, I fall

As I close my eyes
There is no mark left behind, no noise spilling out, no destination
I know that this is what I want, this is what I need
The afterimage that is repeating even now
We who have a wounded past
Are, without being healed
Already shutting away
Such uselessly revolving, unchanging days
So now
This is what I desired
My Nevereverland

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Requested by Chloe GD
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Special Note :

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[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don't think that I can explain it
What can I say, it's complicated
Don't matter what you say
Don't matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can't explain it
What can I say, it's complicated

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Nothing's that bad
If it feels good
So you come back
Like I knew you would
And we're both wild
And the night's young
And you're my drug
Breathe you in 'til my face numb
Drop it down to that bass drum
I got what you dream about
Nails scratchin' my back tatt
Eyes closed while you scream out
And you keep me in with those hips
While my teeth sink in those lips
While your body's giving me life
And you suffocate in my kiss
Then you said

[Pre-Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly]
I want you forever
Even when we're not together
Scars on my body so I can take you wherever
I want you forever
Even when we're not together
Scars on my body I can look at you whenever

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don't think that I can explain it
What can I say, it's complicated
Don't matter what you say
Don't matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can't explain it
What can I say, it's complicated

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
I can't explain it
I love the pain
And I love the way your breath
Numbs me like novacaine
And we are
Always high
Keep it strange
Okay, yeah, I'm insane
But you the same
Let me paint the picture
Couch by the kitchen
Nothin' but your heels on
Losin' our religion
You're my pretty little vixen
And I'm the voice inside your head
That keeps telling you to listen to all the bad things I say
And you said

[Pre-Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly]
I want you forever
Even when we're not together
Scars on my body so I can take you wherever
I want you forever
Even when we're not together
Scars on my body I can look at you whenever

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don't think that I can explain it
What can I say, it's complicated
Don't matter what you say
Don't matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can't explain it
What can I say, it's complicated

[Bridge: Camila Cabello]
The way we love, is so unique
And when we touch, I'm shivering
And no one has to get it
Just you and me
Cause we're just living
Between the sheets

[Pre-Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & Camila Cabello]
I want you forever
Even when we're not together
Scars on my body so I can take you wherever
I want you forever
Even when we're not together
Scars on my body I can look at you whenever

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don't think that I can explain it
What can I say, it's complicated
Don't matter what you say
Don't matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can't explain it
What can I say, it's complicated