關於 life path number 5 ，我們在網路上蒐集到這些相關的討論、資訊與評價

ซีรีส์กีฬารายปี ถือเป็นเรื่องปกติอย่างมากในยุคก่อน เพราะการจะใช้ลิขสิทธิ์ให้คุ้มค่า ผู้พัฒนา จำต้องปล่อยเกมออกมาปีต่อปี เพื่อทำกำไร และนี่ถือเป็นความท้าทาย ของผู้พัฒนาเกม ในการรักษาคุณภาพ รวมถึงเพิ่มอะไรใหม่ ๆ เข้าไปในเกมให้ได้ ภายในปีเดียว
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แม้ในปัจจุบัน จะมีหลายซีรีส์ ที่อยู่รอด แต่ส่วนมาก มักได้รับคำวิจารณ์ไปในทิศทางเดียวกัน คือขาดความสดใหม่ เสมือนทำมาขายแฟนกีฬาไปวัน ๆ เกิดเป็นคำครหา ว่าทีมงานพวกนี้ ไม่มีทางพัฒนาอะไรดี ๆ ได้อีก
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สำหรับ PGA Tour ซีรีส์กีฬากอล์ฟ ก็ประสบปัญ...
Continue ReadingYearly sports series is highly normal in the early era because of the copyright worthwhile. Developers need to release games year-on-year to make a profit. This is a challenge for game developers to maintain quality and add something new. In the game in one year
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Even in the present, there are many series that survive, but most of them are criticized in the same direction. Lack of freshness. It's like selling sports fans for the day. It's a word that these teams can't develop anything good.
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For PGA Tour, the Golf series also experienced that problem. PGA Tour Golf (1990) initially launched with a good score. Most of the Golf Games in that period. Almost all media were named ' Golf Game at the same time. Best right now ' huge excitement for the industry
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This series has been ran into PGA Tour Golf III (1994) before modification to the year like other sports games in PGA Tour 96 (1995) until the game arrives at PGA Tour. 98 (1997) so we meet the first ripple obstacle.
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Can't deny that PGA Tour Golf's previous part scored all the best, but the commentary is a decrease from the first ever first episode of ' Best Golf Game Now '. Turns out the next sequel can't do it. I have to say that I have tried to do it. But it's not always.
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Violence happens during PGA Tour 98 with clearly different reviews. Many media comments ' Best Golf Game s' as usual, but many more media say graphics are obviously outdated even the play system is a part. Well, since they've played this for many sectors, they can't cut their minds to give more points.
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Even PGA Tour 98 created the biggest scars at that time for the series, but for the fan of the game, it's not a big wound. It's just a score of 9 to 7, which is said accordingly. Right on the game. It's done well according to its standards.
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So this time EA is pushing it full-time by signing Eldrick Tont ′′ Tiger ′′ Woods, the number one golfer in US Masters 1997, over 10 million US Dollar U.S. which is a high amount. At that moment (counted for more than 20 million dollars now)
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Tiger Woods 99 PGA Tour Golf launched in 1998 with quality that is not different from the previous part. But Tiger Woods is the look to make the game in this episode very popular.
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After that, many episodes in the series make landslide sales. But for review, it looks against the dramatic developments. The latter 2000 and upwards are commentary on the 'mix' period, barely reaching the level. Another 'good' after Tiger Woods became partners.
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So is it because of Tiger Woods? Let me tell you that it's not, but it's because of the yearly game. It can't be much done because this time is not time for developers to come up with ideas or break any frames because the game they make cuddle am to give enough profit. Go pay for copyrights
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If you're a golf game fan and good notice Tiger Woods 99 to 2003, there's almost no change but graphics and minor play systems.
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Even during these 2004 games will become talked about again due to new cuddle function and spheres of the play system. But like good things won't last long when PS3 and Xbox 360 show up. Coming to golf games on new platforms, taking them downhill again.
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Tiger Woods PGA Tour 06 becomes the ' least ' game in the series. Despite the game is standard, but with the portfolio that doesn't seem to invest in anything, it makes the game almost forgotten by the fan game.
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After that, they encounter the same problem every year. It can't keep the ' same ' series and the inspiration to find something new to put in the game. It's almost no effect in the latter part even the score of the game. It hasn't fallen into a bad game, but for a golf fan, his life seems to have stopped since 2004
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This is what happens to every sports game that has evolved over the years. For example, it's a WWE Smackdown vs Raw series. It starts from great quality every year. There are some that come back to peak but After that, it will come back to the moment that it becomes a long time to talk about now.
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But PGA Tour's problem doesn't stop just at the game during 2009, Tiger Woods started to have life problems, both wife cheating and skillful golf. Even Tiger Woods PGA Tour 08 will be a fresh episode. Again, but when this happens, lower sales are undeniable.
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After over 12 games in October 2013, EA announced that Tiger Woods contract has been cancelled. Both parties agreed and won't have any games in the next year. They signed Rory McIlroy for the replacement. This announcement makes fans expect very much as they will have time to review. What time to develop to refresh the game after not for long time.
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But the repetition of the Rory McIlroy PGA Tour that anyone expects to be a new hope of this series. Become the last coffin nail in a way that nobody thought it could be.
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Rory McIlroy PGA Tour debuts with the ' least in history ' score of this series. Although the series is talked about through the article that it can't maintain the original standard, but it's not a lot of parts. The game still marks 70-80 For all the time, sometimes the number 6 isn't that often happened.
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But for Rory McIlroy PGA Tour to launch with lower points. Some offices are kind. They will give 5-6. Some offices who think they can't take it. They will give only 4 to go. Each office gives similar reasons to confirm. It's really not going to take it anymore.
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They started watching the EA portrait of realism in a way that was never before. But after the sweet time ended, the bitterness begins. The game is blamed for the contents cut off in many old sectors. Especially the most hit Career mode.
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Started by cutting Bonus Objectives, Practice Rounds, Career Schedules and The Trophy Room. This is very important of the game to the size of the size. Commented on IGN.
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′′ If a professional golfer's path would be worthless, Rory McIlroy should go to study and take an accounting doctorate. Better come to climb as the number 1 golfer in this game
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After such an incident, the critics have come to hard game, EA gave up on the golf industry and let PGA Tour's contract be cancelled. Closed 25 years of golf game legends into the past.
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For EA, PGA Tour officially defeated by the previously defeated sports game. For similar reasons, it couldn't keep up with their frenchise standards as well as the first golf hole with a very high score before ending the last hole with an unintelligible score. I'm sad but I can see that I ' lose '
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After that, the copyright fell to 2 K Sports. Born as The Golf Club ™ 2019 realistic golf games that the golf fans haven't touched for 4 years after the last PGA Tour.
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Recently, HB Studios developers hold hands with 2 K Sports to become PGA Tour 2 K21 which is on sale in the future. Let's see how much they learn from the previous events and how to deal with the one year crisis. I have come to school again.Translated

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

OUR 3% MIRACLE

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

Grace of God
Spiritual
Kind
Benevolent

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time however I was not disappointed.

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

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

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

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KIAEN AARYAN SUPPIAH'S BIRTH STORY

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lara watched the scene, transfixed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Was my opting against epidural the right choice for me?

Overall? Yes.

Don't get me wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

【生生世世眼光明】BRIGHT EYES EVERY LIFETIME （English writing below)

男客人因找不到工作，想請我為他批八字和看風水。

那時我便在想，客人的眼睛／眼神一定有問題。6月26日那晚，我做了一場直播：三大條件 - 男人怎樣才能事業旺？直播裡，我解釋了男人的眼睛／眼神與個人事業的關聯。

初次見面時，男客人的眼神，如我在八字中看到的一樣，可是他的眼睛健康比我想像中的更嚴重。

他告訴我，某次在超市時，忽然看到很多白光，去看醫生後，才知道眼睛健康亮起了紅燈，某部位有鬆脫的危險。當時，我還和他開玩笑，是否確定看到的是白光，而不是般若光？

批八字時，我教導他如何依據他的八字所需，正確地採取自己的用神，換眼鏡、通過飲食補運補健康等等，並介紹他一位中醫。有的八字適合看西醫，有的適合看中醫。但就算適合看中醫，也得考慮到那位中醫的五行和實力。這位中醫，我的家人和我都看過，所以我才會推薦。

我之後也為這位男客人看居家風水。

男客人說他這輩子沒批過八字，讀到我文章後，才想要了解自己的命運。這幾年，他家的風水曾看過幾次，但有些關鍵問題仍沒解決。

有時，不是之前的師父不准，而是客人本身的所知障重。

看完風水的三個星期後，男客人發私訊，當中有報喜。我真心為他高興，也希望他會把該做的都做足，來改善自己的運。我曾在6月8日的直播中，揚言只要100%照著我的話去做，你肯定會賺回你所付的諮詢費用。不是我口氣大，而是我很清楚我的能力到哪裡，又何必假裝給不了客人希望呢？

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我們今生能貴為真佛弟子，是有著無比的福份，也是我這輩子最大的殊榮。但我們要小心，獅子能跳過的地方兔子不能跳。 師尊所說過的話，含著很深很深的般若智慧，我們要深入地參，而不要依樣畫葫蘆地亂蓋在自己身上。

師尊有一名言：「一切都是最美好的安排。」

有的同門人生不順時，會以此話來安慰自己。這樣做也沒錯，可是如果你修法很多年，受過師尊無數的灌頂，卻依然沒看到更大的進步，那你是否誤解了師尊的佛慧，而藉此話來逃避自己一直都在做錯的事，毫無一日三省之心？

皈依的佛弟子比一般人，多了更多改命修福的機緣。在這裡，整理出我看過一些案例，提醒大家：

1. 千萬不要在臥房內，擺放佛像、神像或法相卡。

一般臥房乃不淨之地，尤其有夫妻行房、手淫、自慰或意淫等行為，因此「堂堂正正」讓清淨的佛菩薩、神明或金剛護法，看到齷齪行為時，實屬犯不敬之戒，會讓自身的命運出現諸多障礙。

2. 佛像、神像等不是擺設品，不應拿來美化居家，而應當如法供奉。

一個家，必須看住多少男女、家的大小，並適當地供奉幾尊佛像或神像。不要以為越多金身，就是更多保佑。相反的，陰陽離子數不協調時，問題就大了。

3. 壇城的蓮花燈，要24/7亮著。

一對蓮花燈，小小的燈泡，用不了多少電費，但還是有人，為了省錢，只有初一十五，或白天才開燈。其實那很傻，因為供燈給佛菩薩，無論出世或入世都有不可思議的功德。

我個人的密室，十多年來，除非換燈泡或清洗蓮花燈花瓣，就算我出國，一對蓮花燈也從來沒有關過。壇城上，我也有供油燈。我特別喜歡供燈，平時修法供酥油燈，特別日子時，會供上七盞酥油燈。

出世方面，《佛為首迦長者說業報差別經》說：「若有眾生奉施燈明，得十種功德：（網路資料）

一、宛如明灯一般地照亮世间；
二、眼睛没有疾病 ；

三、容易证得天眼通；

四、分辨善恶的智能；　

五、不会发生胡涂昏暗的事情；

六、不易受到外在事物所迷惑 ；

七、不会出生在幽暗昏庸的地方；

八、有大福报；

九、命终生天尤其是往生忉利天；　

十、速证涅槃。

入世方面，供燈能讓今生和來世的運途光明、貴人顯著，命運不會落入昏暗無助。供燈能得眼光明，光明的眼睛也正是事業旺的一個吉祥象徵。

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A male client sought my consultation services for Bazi and Feng Shui, because he had problems looking for a job.

At that time, I was thinking there was bound to be some problem in his eyes and/or eye expression. On the night of 26 June, I did a FB Live on this: The 3 Conditions for A Man To Have A Successful Career. In that Live, I explained the correlation between a man's eyes and his career.

In our first meeting, the male client's eye expression was as what I deduced from his Bazi. However, the health of his eyes had more serious problems than I expected.

He told me, once in a supermarket, he suddenly saw many white light spots. After visiting the doctor, he then realised his eyes have serious problems and a certain part of his eyes were at risk of loosening.

During the Bazi analysis, I taught him how to use his favourable elements correctly and make up for his Bazi inadequacies through changing his spectacles and his diet, which will greatly boost his health. I also recommended a TCM practitioner to him. Some Bazi are suitable to seek Western doctors, while others are more suitable to seek TCM. However, even if the client is more fitted for TCM, I still have to consider the TCM practitioner's element and capability. My family and I have consulted this TCM practitioner before, hence my recommendation.

I later did a Feng Shui audit for the client.

While the client had never got his Bazi read till he read my articles, his home had been audited by other Masters before, but there were some key problems that had yet to be resolved.

Sometimes, it's not that the previous Masters were inaccurate, but the obstruction of the knowable in the clients can be too heavy.

About 3 weeks after the audit, the male client sent a PM, containing some good news for me. I am truly happy for him, and also hope that he do what is needed to transform his own destiny. In my Live on 8 June, I proclaimed that if a client adheres to 100% of my advice, he/she will definitely earn back the consultation fees paid to me. This is not me being haughty, but because I am very clear of my abilities, so why should I pretend that I am unable to give hope to clients?
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It is our great fortune that we can be True Buddha disciples. It is also my greatest honour in this lifetime. But we must be careful, the place that the lion can jump over is not what a rabbit can hop over. The words of our Grandmaster, Living Buddha Lian-Sheng, contain very deep prajna-wisdom. We must contemplate on His words and not act after the same fashion, blindly using it on ourselves.

Grandmaster has a famous adage, "Everything is of the best arrangement."

Some fellow Dharma brothers and sisters will console themselves with this adage, when their lives turn rough. It's not wrong to think that way, but if you have been spiritually cultivating for many years, received numerous empowerments from Grandmaster, and yet have not seen any visible improvement, then have you misunderstood the Buddha wisdom of Grandmaster and used this adage to escape what you have been always doing wrong, without the heart to examine yourself thrice a day?

Buddhists who have taken refuge are more fortunate than most people, for they have more opportune affinities to transform their Destiny and cultivate good fortune.

Here are some of my recommendations, based on my past Feng Shui audit experience:

1. NEVER display holy religious statues or pictorial cards in the bedroom.

Most bedrooms are impure places, especially where there are sexual activity between a married couple, masturbation or sexual thoughts. Hence to be "openly" doing acts of filth in front of holy figures, is committing the sin of disrespect. This will create many obstacles in your Destiny.

2. Religious statues are not display artefacts. They should be worshipped accordingly and not used for home decor.

The number of religious statues worshipped has to be based on the number of home occupants, and the size of the house. Do not mistake that the more statues enshrined mean more blessings. On the contrary, when the Yin and Yang elements are out of balance, big problems will arise.

3. The pair of lotus lamps on your altar should be switched on 24/7

The little bulbs in the lotus lamps do not consume much electricity, but there are still people who wish to save money and only switch on the lamps on the 1st and 15th Lunar day, or in the daytime. That is unwise, because offering light to Buddhas & Bodhisattvas has inconceivable merits in both the secular and transmundane worlds.

In my personal altar room, for 10 over years, my lotus lamps are always switched on even when I go overseas. The only exception is when I change the bulbs or clean the petals. On my altar, I also offer oil lamp. Light offering is one of my favourite offerings. Before cultivation practice, I would offer a butter lamp. On special days, I would offer up to 7 butter lamps.

For transmundane merits, in the The Buddha Speaks of the Differences in Karmic Retribution for Elder Suka Sutra Catalogue, He expounded the Ten Benefits of Offering Lights: (extracted from internet)

1. One becomes like the light of the world.
2. One achieves clairvoyance of the pure eye as a human.
3. One achieves the deva's eye.
4. One receives the wisdom to discriminate virtue from non-virtue.
5. One is able to eliminate the concept of inherent existence.
6. One receives the illumination of wisdom.
7. One is reborn as a human or deva.
8. One receives great enjoyment wealth.
9. One quickly becomes liberated.
10. One quickly attains enlightenment.

For secular benefits, light offering can illuminate your path of luck in this life and future lifetimes, ensuring you a bright future. Your benefactors will be abundant and prominent. Your Destiny will not fall into darkness and helplessness. Offering lights will reap the benefit of bright healthy eyes. And bright healthy eyes are an auspicious sign of a flourishing career.