【 柴柴也傻眼 - 到底學習語言要花多久的時間？今晚很有感杰的想和大家分享我的學習目標 🐶】​
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Bonsoir à tous !​
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跟台灣人密集相處了快四年，我發現了許多瑞士人跟台灣人的個性有些共同點。​
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« De nombreux Suisses et de Taïwanais partagent certains traits de caractère communs, notamment l’aversion qu’ils éprouvent pour le conflit. »​
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台灣人跟瑞士人都是「愛避免衝突」的民族！​
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我有一個個人理論，很歡迎大家來討論。瑞士跟台灣的歷史，這些被大國圍住的小國，因為多次被大鄰國威脅，攻打，在努力生存的過程中，都會發展出「韌性 」« une forte résilience »，「低調」 « un enclin à garder profil bas »，「不喜歡衝突」« une aversion pour le conflit » 的民族性， 至少我身邊的瑞士人跟台灣人都蠻符合這些形容詞。​
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我的瑞士媽媽就是最棒的例子，只要對話中有點摩擦，她就會想辦法退出對話。我爸爸反而跟我媽媽的個性 「南轅北轍」: « Ils sont comme le jour et la nuit ! »。一旦旁邊的朋友們開始激烈的討論一件事，他一定要高調的加入爭論。身為土生土長的法國人，他「熱愛辯論 」« Il adore débattre ! »。法國國立教育很注重獨立思考以及批判的能力。高中必修的哲學課程主要目的就是磨練學生們的分析力以及表達思想的能力。以我爸爸為例，他很喜歡在爭論中發揮自己的口才，以及呈現他的一些立場，每次都提醒了我，他雖然搬來瑞士很久，他還是保留一些他原本的民族性。​
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在瑞士文化之下長大的我是什麼樣的個性呢？ 我這方面跟媽媽完全是同一國！只要感受到氣氛有點緊張，我腦袋會馬上跟我表示 ：« Change de sujet！ »「立刻轉題！」或者 « Vite ！Il me faut une échappatoire！ » 「我要趕快找到逃走的方式！」。​
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過去兩年，我曾經被不少不認識的酸民攻擊，我就會選「不理會」 « N’y prête pas attention ! »。討厭衝突的我只會覺得跟別人大吵「畢竟有什麼好處呢？」« Qu’est-ce que ça m’apporte dans le fond ? ».​
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這幾天，我發現了一個社團有些在台灣的法文老師在討論：「到底需要花多久，才能夠把法文從初階學到高階呢？」。某位老師分享，他過去觀察學生們在150小時的學習時間，只能到A2程度（初階）。不過也有其他老師認為，學生在150小時內，可以達到高分的 B2 程度，完全沒有問題，只要有足夠的動力，相信自己，以及找到會教的老師。​
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這個觀點，某部分我贊成。不過，他的文字也有針對了那些不認為150小時內可以學到高階法文的老師的知識和能力 。因為這樣的用詞有點強烈，怕衝突的瑞士人就會想要「轉身離開」« Je passe mon chemin ! »​
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不過，沒想到這位老師的發言，我的一些朋友跟學生有按讚 :「傻眼！」« Non mais, je rêve ou quoi ? »​
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其他老師之間的爭論，我其實「不想干擾」« Je préfère rester en dehors de ça. »。我只想祝福新年到了，大家的心願都會實現：「新年快樂！恭喜發財！」« Bonne année et bonne fortune à tous ! »​
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不過，針對按讚的學生們，我會想說明和分享：「如果你 150 小時內學不到高階法語，這是常態，學生跟老師的能力並沒有問題！」« Si vous n’arrivez pas à atteindre un niveau élevé en français après seulement 150 heures d’apprentissage, ne vous en faites surtout pas ! C’est parfaitement normal ! »​
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150個學習小時等於「兩個月每天花2.5小時的學習」或者「六個月每天花一個小時」。這樣就可以到 B2 嗎？以我過去的教學經驗，「我有點懷疑」« Permettez-moi d’en douter ! »​
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我其實同意最後發言的老師說的：「半年內，可以學到 B2 程度，不是完全不可能」。我曾經也遇到一個學生，法文一開始學就突飛猛進，半年內就從零達到B2程度。不過她為了達到這個成就，她放棄工作了，放棄了娛樂，為了能夠申請法國的研究所，每天花至少八個小時在苦練法文。這種短時間內「填鴨式的教法」« une methode d’enseignement basée sur le gavage »，她覺得非常痛苦，她自己承認，如果沒有出國唸書的壓力，她希望學習法文可以輕鬆一點，才能夠享受這個學習的過程。​
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這種很有語言天份的學生，確實存在！他們也後來成為他們老師可以提到的驕傲「成功例子」« un exemple de réussite » 也是可以理解的 ：「如果她行！那你們也行！」« Si elle y arrive, alors vous aussi ! Vous pouvez y arriver ! »。 我反而覺得，因為這種學生「寥寥無幾」« Ils se comptent sur les doigts d’une main. »，所以不應該把他們定為學習標準。​
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其實，網路上任何考上某某檢定，需要花多久時間，我認為要小心參考。台灣學生的學習進步，經常跟 CEFR （歐洲共同語文參考標準）的數據有落差。畢竟在歐洲學習法文的同學們，很多也是來自於拉丁語系的國家，在學習法文具有巨大的優勢，因此台灣的同學參考這些數據的時候，「不用太認真看待」« Ne vous y référez pas trop sérieusement ! »​
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在跟不上「應該要的」學習速度，很容易想要放棄，我其實就是其中一個。高中畢業去了上海的那一年，一到了當地，我加入了一個入門中文的課程。班上的越南，泰國同學都學習的很快，似乎學習的東西很快就能學以致用，我當時是班上唯一總是狀況外，跟不上的「北七」。有一天連老師對我也失去了耐心，面對我總是結巴，口齒不清地回答問題，她在大家面鬆了一口氣之後說了：「學了快兩個月的中文，怎麼還不知道中文是有聲調呢？」。那是我最後一次上她的課程，需要面對翻白眼的同學們是一回事，在課堂上被老師否認學習努力是另外一回事。因為當時完全跟不上其他亞洲同學的學習進度，「我乾脆選擇放棄了學習」« J’ai alors décidé de jeter l’éponge ! »​
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「比上不足比下有餘 ！」​
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後來感謝朋友的耐心與幫忙，我慢慢把發音基礎學會了。也許一般人可以在幾個禮拜內學會發音跟聲調，我拖到半年多才吸收了基礎。俗語說得好「比上不足，比下有餘 」，法文有類似的說法 ​ « Comparaison n’est pas raison ! » 意思為「跟別人比，不一定有道理」。​
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我相信嘗試了學習法文的朋友們不少，但在面對「無數的動詞變化」« les tableaux de conjugaison qui n’en finissent pas » 以及「說不完的文法例外」« le nombre interminable d’exceptions » 就很容易失去對法文的興趣。就像我當時暫時失去了對於中文的興趣。​
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我相信台灣朋友們都聽過「龜兔賽跑的故事」« la fable du lièvre et de la tortue »，你們知道那是一個法國作者 「拉封丹」 « Jean de la Fontaine » 寫的寓言嗎 ？​
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就像故事裡面的兔子，最快會考到高階的同學，不見得會長期維持學習法文的習慣。在台灣考到某個檢定，而再也沒有繼續學法文的學生其實不少。「學習一門新的語言，是一條漫長的路」« l’apprentissage d’une nouvelle langue est un long chemin »，我們可以多多向烏龜學習。學會某種語言的「關鍵就是恆心」« la clé est la persévérance. »，能夠每天學點新的詞彙，「慢慢學，不要對於學習產生了反感」« ne pas se dégoûter d’apprendre en se surchargeant »，「避免不要半途而廢」« éviter de décrocher » 才是重點。​
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雖然可以說出一口流利美麗的法文，不是很短時間可以完成的事情，能夠找到讓你學習過程很美好的老師就很重要，讓你跟可以跟「學習法文」邂逅了 。​
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Je vous souhaite à tous une bonne soirée et bon courage à tous les apprenants du français！​
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My friend's new book finally hit the stores.

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 ❤️

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ห้วงอวกาศ Deep In Space (เพลงประกอบภาพยนตร์เรื่อง หนุมาน นักรบมนตรา)
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Release Date : 20 NOV 2020


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เนื้อเพลง

ฉันเป็นแค่จุดเล็กๆในจักรวาลโตๆ
เดินทางช้าๆ ล้านแสนพันกิโล
จนได้เจอ ได้โผกอดเธอ

เสี้ยวนาทีสบตาเหมือนว่าหยุดเวลา
หยุดธารา หยุดดารา
เคลื่อนไหวแค่ฉันกับเธอ

*รู้ฉันรู้ ไม่ใช่ไม่รู้
ปลาต้องอยู่ในน้ำ
ไม่อาจว่ายได้บนฟ้า แม้ฝืนก็ตาม
พยายามแต่ห้ามใจไม่ได้

**จับมือฉันไว้ก่อน
อย่าปล่อยมือฉันไป
ไม่ว่าคืนนี้จะเกิดอะไร
ขอแค่มีฉัน มีเธอและดวงจันทร์
ที่อยู่เป็นพยานกับดาวอีกนับร้อยพัน
หิ่งห้อยมาเรียงร้อยเกล็ดฝนคอยประสาน
จักรวาลยิ่งใหญ่โปรดห่มใจเราไว้ก่อน

หากเธอเป็นปลาและฉันอยู่บนฟ้า
อย่ากลัวที่จะทิ้งน้ำแล้วมาบนฟ้า
ฉันจะคว้าเธอแม้เหลือแค่มือเปล่า

ฉันเป็นดั่งลม ให้เธอได้หายใจ
ปกป้องเธอเอาไว้
ใจน้อยๆ แต่ฉันรักกว่าใคร
(*,**)
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I am just a tiny speck in the universe,
slowly traveling through the interminable galaxy
until I’ve finally found and embraced you.

For just a fleeting glimpse of each other, time stood still.
Rivers stopped rambling. Stars stopped twinkling.
Just only you and I were in motion.

*I do realize that fish stay underwater.
Sky is no place for them.
Though I’d tried to resist,
I finally surrendered.

**Hold my hand for now.
Don’t let go of my hand.
Whatever is happening tonight,
it’ll be just you and I together,
witnessed by the moon and thousand stars.
Fireflies flickering, drizzles sprinkling.
We’ll be blanketed by the whole universe.

If you were a fish and I lived in the sky,
don’t you fret to leave the water and come to the sky.
I’d reach and catch you only with my bare hands.

I’d be the air that you breathe.
I’d protect you.
Though so tiny my heart is, my love prevails.

(*,**)

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「それはイニシエーションとしての儀式」　20181214
姉妹の負の感情に互いにフォーカスし、対面させる為、映像で言葉と肉体を逆転させた。



若くてイージー 外見維持
期待外れは他人のせいに

マナイズム ただディスる
反抗期が思春期を破壊する

あ～ 足までローラ
流行りの歌詞の上部だけ消化

しらけるいつもの コケる語彙
だからユニクロの モデル落ち

見た目良くても中身はスケルトン
だって外側で売ってるもん

大麦若葉にケールにゴーヤ
情報社会自分のペースで遭難

うわ～いつもイライラ
肥大したニキビ嫌いだ

意味ない勉強like a 陳腐な破片
ミーハーが居たクラス インスタ映え


Slow to walk and harsh to talk
Leaves cups and plates and doesn’t have friends

And yeah tend to repeat and hate to cleanse
Impassive face scares me

interminable speech bores me
And doesn’t have so clothes as if she had worn tatters

And is prone to be squeamish and is given migraine
brake light can show off everything

Critical thinking tires me
Political linking scarcely

sleeps until the sun goes down
keeps after until I get fed up

terse behavior upsets me
brash behavior jet set world

Imperious, too serious
Forgetful, and wasteful

煉獄で体験する恐怖.... 行き着く先は天国か地獄か。

「Interminable」ホラーゲーム ゆっくり実況プレイ！

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