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

This morning, as I started putting on my shoes to go for a run, my grandfather exclaimed "You've got to teach online in 25minutes!" 😱
"Yeah, I'm just going for a whizz round the block." 😎
"What on earth is the point in that??" 🤨 he responded.
-
I would be less fit if I never went for a run unless I had time to warm up, run 5k and stretch. I would be weaker if I only lifted weights when I had 1.5hrs for a full balls-to-the-wall session 🏋🏻‍♂️
-
Sure, some people can routinely make time for high intensity, high volume exercise.
Some people love making that the centrepiece of their day.
Some are both and content with fitness being a focal point of their life 👍🏽 but, contrary to what the instagram fitness world will lead you to believe, that's really fucking rare.
-
Way too may of us seem to think the goal is to "get fit". I can almost guarantee it shouldn't be for most. Not by whatever arbitrary definition of it you're using. You just need to get fit-ter 📈
-
A friend of mine the other day said "I can't go to the gym without a PT because if I go on my own I just get in a 60% workout and it's a waste of my time." 🤦🏻‍♂️
HOW have we been convinced that exercise at 60% is a waste of time? I’ll bet most “waste” more time daily scrolling 📱
-
Side note: If you think a PT's “job” is to run your arse into the ground at 100%, I can almost guarantee you've got a mediocre one 💁🏻‍♂️
-
Equally, it doesn't have to take a lot of your day ⏱ I consulted a couple the other day who have been "meaning to get fit" for a while. They already had a few machines, but seemed to think 15mins on them 3 times a week was pointless. No. What's pointless is having machines you never use.
-
🙏🏽 Please, just start by doing SOMETHING. Something you enjoy, that doesn't feel unpleasantly or unsustainably intense / difficult, and then do it for as long as is convenient. Once it's a habit, start trying to give it a bit more effort, and making a bit more time for it. I know we say to have goals in fitness and business and life but, for some, maybe it's the goal that has been getting in the way? Maybe it's the goal that's so daunting that you don't do ANYTHING to get yourself closer to it? 🧐

Greater Grace is Coming!

““For truly, in this city against your holy servant, Jesus, whom you anointed, both Herod and Pontius Pilate, with the Gentiles and the people of Israel, were gathered together to do whatever your hand and your council foreordained to happen. Now, Lord, look at their threats, and grant to your servants to speak your word with all boldness, while you stretch out your hand to heal; and that signs and wonders may be done through the name of your holy Servant Jesus.” When they had prayed, the place was shaken where they were gathered together. They were all filled with the Holy Spirit, and they spoke the word of God with boldness. The multitude of those who believed were of one heart and soul. Not one of them claimed that anything of the things which he possessed was his own, but they had all things in common. With great power, the apostles gave their testimony of the resurrection of the Lord Jesus. Great grace was on them all. For neither was there among them any who lacked, for as many as were owners of lands or houses sold them, and brought the proceeds of the things that were sold, and laid them at the apostles’ feet, and distribution was made to each, according as anyone had need.” (Acts‬ ‭4:27-35‬ ‭WEB‬‬)

In a post from months ago, I had shared that Pharaoh’s dream of the seven fat cows and seven skinny cows have an end-time prophetic meaning of seven years of plenty before the Rapture and seven years of severe famine during the seven years of Tribulation.

“Joseph said to Pharaoh, “The dream of Pharaoh is one. What God is about to do he has declared to Pharaoh. The seven good cattle are seven years; and the seven good heads of grain are seven years. The dream is one. The seven thin and ugly cattle that came up after them are seven years, and also the seven empty heads of grain blasted with the east wind; they will be seven years of famine. That is the thing which I spoke to Pharaoh. What God is about to do he has shown to Pharaoh. Behold, there come seven years of great plenty throughout all the land of Egypt. There will arise after them seven years of famine, and all the plenty will be forgotten in the land of Egypt. The famine will consume the land, and the plenty will not be known in the land by reason of that famine which follows; for it will be very grievous. The dream was doubled to Pharaoh, because the thing is established by God, and God will shortly bring it to pass.” (Genesis‬ ‭41:25-32‬ ‭WEB‬‬)

I believe we are in/entering that season of seven plentiful years.

In the seven plentiful years, we are going to see things like the early church experienced, but at a much greater magnitude. It is the Lord’s final harvest of souls before the Rapture.

We will see:

- Bold believers rise up to win souls and amazing miracles happening when they preach the Gospel.

- The world shaken by the Holy Spirit and a huge outpouring of the Spirit upon all flesh. Even unbelievers will receive dreams and visions from God and experience His power.

- A new level of unity and love among the body of Christ.

- A prosperous church that shares her wealth with those in need; the wealth of the nations will be transferred to believers.

We are not going to leave this world as a bruised, battered, cowering church. We will be prospering in all things together and prepared as a radiant bride for the Lord. This is the effect of us collectively receiving more revelation about the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

“But the path of the righteous is like the dawning light, that shines more and more until the perfect day.” (Proverbs‬ ‭4:18‬ ‭WEB‬‬)

The path of the righteous (believers) will shine more and more until the perfect day.

“For he must reign until he has put all his enemies under his feet. The last enemy that will be abolished is death. For this perishable body must become imperishable, and this mortal must put on immortality. But when this perishable body will have become imperishable, and this mortal will have put on immortality, then what is written will happen: “Death is swallowed up in victory.” “Death, where is your sting? Hades, where is your victory?”” (1 Corinthians‬ ‭15:25-26, 53-55‬ ‭WEB‬‬)

The last enemy that will be put under Jesus’ feet and abolished is death. This means that before the Rapture, all other enemies would be under the feet of the body of Christ. This includes sickness, aging, weakness, poverty, broken relationships, and all types of bondages that have plagued the church throughout history.

We would be so full of life that the only thing remaining is to be clothed with our glorified body and meet Jesus in the air.

Are you excited about the seven years of plenty? If the early church experienced great grace, the end-time church before the Rapture will experience greater grace! Don’t just be a spectator—ask Him to let you participate in a significant way, to bringing about good change for His kingdom!

One revelation that the body of Christ will grow in is this: receiving supernatural youth renewal to live young, healthy, strong, and beautiful like Jesus. I believe that “Younger and Younger” (the eBook and audio) are being used to enlighten believers about this part of our inheritance that is often neglected. Join me on a 31-day youth renewal journey to meet a new you—it is a transformation that everyone can see:
https://bit.ly/younger-and-younger

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.

-------------------------------------------

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..."

***

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/)

I made a large fresh Daifuku filled with frozen "Petit Daifuku" (1kg!) from the Gyomu Supermarket.I used matcha green tea flavored fresh cream, so I never get tired of eating it. This is not a birthday cake, but a birthday Daifuku for someone who loves Japanese sweets! I want to give a big fortune ( Meaning of Daifuku ) and impact.
*Recipe* (for one 17cm diameter bowl)
1.Mix 6g of matcha, 40g of sugar and 40ml of fresh cream in a bowl over hot water.Matcha is less likely to get lumpy once it is sifted.
2.Pour 360ml of fresh cream into a bowl and add the cooled (1).
3.Cool the bottom of the bowl with ice water and whisk until stiff.
4.Spread out the plastic wrap in a 17cm diameter bowl.
5.Layer (3) with the petite daifuku. I used 25 pieces of petite daifuku.
6.Place in the freezer to cool and harden.

7.In a heatproof bowl, mix together 150g of joshinko (rice flour) and 60g of sugar.
8.While mixing, add 165g of lukewarm water, a little at a time, keeping an eye on it. I added a little less than 150g this time.
9.Wrap it softly and heat it in a 600w microwave for 2 minutes and 30 seconds.If any whitish areas remain, mix them briefly and heat while watching the situation.This time, it was additionally heated twice for 30 seconds and 20 seconds.
10.Pound the mixture with a wet pestle until it becomes smooth.
11.When it is cool enough to touch, knead it with wet hands about 50 times.
12.Put the mochi between two sheets of plastic wrap and stretch it out. It was quite difficult.
13.Take (6) out of the bowl and wrap it with (12).
14.It's done. For a while, this Daifuku will be my daily snack.
You can freeze the whole thing, so if you can't eat it all, freeze it and enjoy it.

業務スーパーの冷凍『プチ大福』（なんと1㎏入り）を中にいっぱい詰めた大きな生大福を作りました。生クリームを抹茶味にしたので食べ飽きない味になりました。和菓子好きなあの人の誕生日ケーキならぬ誕生日大福！大きな福とインパクトをプレゼントしたい。
*レシピ*（直径 17㎝のボウル 1個分）
１．抹茶 6g、砂糖 40g、生クリーム 40mlを湯煎しながら混ぜる。抹茶は一度ふるうとダマになりにくいです。
２．ボウルに生クリーム 360mlを入れ、冷ました（1）を入れる。
３．ボウルの底を氷水で冷やしながらかために泡立てる。
４．直径 17㎝のボウルにラップを敷き込む。
５．（3）とプチ大福が層になるように重ねる。プチ大福は25個使いました。
６．冷凍庫で冷やし固める。

７．耐熱ボウルに上新粉 150g、砂糖 60gを入れ混ぜる。
８．混ぜながら、ぬるま湯 165gを少しづつ様子を見ながら加える。今回150g弱加えました。
９．ふんわりラップをして、600wの電子レンジで2分30秒加熱。白っぽいところが残っていたらザッと混ぜ、様子を見ながら加熱をする。今回、30秒・20秒と2回追加加熱しました。
１０．水で濡らしたすりこぎなどの棒で滑らかになるまでつく。
１１．触れるくらいまで冷めたら、水で濡らした手で50回ほどこねる。
１２．ラップに挟んで餅を伸ばす。結構大変でした。
１３．ボウルから取り出した（6）を（12）で包む。
１４．でけた。しばらく3時のおやつは、この大福ですわ。
まるまる冷凍できるので、食べきれない分は冷凍して楽しんでください。

#ジャイアント #大福 #業務スーパー #作り方 #IceCreamDaifuku

「君の瞳にルネサンス」
“Renaissance in Your Eyes”

　texture : シュガービーズ×もちもちクリア
飾り : ワインボトルチャーム(5色からランダム)、チーズチャーム
香り : 「カスピ海の女王」と同じ巨峰
サイズ : 150ml、200ml
　価格 : 150ml→1000円、200ml→1500円

このスライムは１１月２７日金曜日の２１時からＢＡＳＥにて販売します！
詳細はインスタグラムや今後公開される動画でご確認ください♪

BASEショップやインスタグラムのURLはこちらから → https://linktr.ee/mochiyoslime

サムネは自然光、動画はリングライトです
光の種類でこんなにも見え方が変わるスライムです！

0:00 〜 OP

0:44 〜 本編開始　
Start of the main movie

1:23 〜 さわりはじめ
Start touching

1:41 〜 容器から出す
take out of akurimoto8@gmail.com container

1:53 〜 片手で触る　
touch with one hand

2:05 〜 両手でガッツリ遊ぶ　
play with both hands

2:39 〜 バブル音とクランチ音
bubble sound & crunch sound

3:45 〜 バブル音とクランチ音
bubble sound & crunch sound

4:28 〜 バブル音とクランチ音
bubble sound & crunch sound

5:00 〜 バブル音とクランチ音
bubble sound & crunch sound

5:16 〜 もこもこテクスチャーで遊ぶ
play with a fluffy texture

6:22 〜 もこもこにして容器に還元　fluff up and return to the container

6:29 〜 もこもこテクスチャーで遊ぶ
play with a fluffy texture

7:46 〜 もちよ的おすすめシーン
a scene that I recommend

紫ラメのシュガービーズをダークパープルのクリアで包みました
Purple lame sugar beads wrapped in dark purple clear slime

今回は遊びやすさを重視して、前回（ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gr1R4s1IsU&list=PLkG0_hHV7UC_xlHTT619CihCX_YVc7LA4&index=7 ）よりもベース多めです
This time, I focus on ease of play, so I have a lot of base.

（左が200mlで右が150mlです）
（200ml on the left and 150ml on the right.）

動画では小さいサイズでご紹介いたします♪
In this video, I'm going to touch small one.

このケースは可愛い分少しずつ蓋を開ける必要があります
This case is cute and needs to be opened little by little.

この５色の中からランダムでワインチャームをおつけします！
I pack wine charm randomly from these five colors!

ワインに合うチーズのおつまみチャームもおつけします♪
I will also add a cheese snack charm that goes well with wine♪

比較的容器から取り出しやすいです
It's relatively easy to take out of the container.

ゴリゴリ感もしっかり楽しめます♪
You can also enjoy the crunchy feeling♪

伸ばすときの美しさに癒されると思います
I think you will be healed by the beauty of stretching time.

ベースが多めなので比較的伸ばしやすいです
It's relatively easy to stretch because it has a lot of base.

バブル音も沢山お楽しみいただけます
You can also enjoy a lot of bubble sounds.

ゴリゴリ感とベースのもちもち感が特徴です
It's characterized by a crunchy feeling and chewy base.

弾力強めのもちもちベースだけど、ビーズは落ちません
It's an elastic base, but the beads don't fall off

とは言えビーズを包むための最低限の粘りはあります
However, it has minimal stickiness to wrap the beads.

総合的な視点から見ると扱いやすさはやや難易度高めかもしれないです
If you look at it from a holistic perspective, it might be a little more difficult to handle.

シュガービーズやクランチスライムがお好きな方におすすめです♪
Recommended for those who like sugar beads or crunch slime♪

香りはカスピ海の女王で使ったのと同じ巨峰の香りです
It's a refreshing and sweet scent of a giant peak.

ぶどうジュースみたいな甘い香りです
It smells sweet like grape juice.

このスライムは１１月２７日金曜日の２１時からＢＡＳＥにて販売します！ 詳細は概要欄や今後公開される動画でご確認ください♪

ちなみにこのスライムのタイトルは完全に私のフィーリングです
By the way, the title of this slime is completely my feeling.

ワインのスライムを作ると決めた瞬間に脳内に降りてきました
And the moment I decided to make wine slime, it came down into my brain.

ですのでタイトルに深い意味はありま千円（）
So the title doesn't have a deep meaning.

“考えるな、感じろ”ゆーてますけども←
Don't think, feel lol

そんな感じのスライムになっています♪
It's slime like that♪

２倍くらいに膨らみます！
It swells about twice as much!

それでは引き続きASMRをお楽しみ下さい！
Please continue to enjoy ASMR!

おそまつさまでした！
Thank you for eating.

ご視聴ありがとうございました！
Thank you for watching!



〜＊〜〜＊〜〜＊〜〜＊〜〜＊〜〜＊〜

サブチャンネル【もちよの研究室】はコチラ！
↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCWmSQDBSNQTX6kpFm6lYLnw

Instagram, twitter, BASE shop, メルカリはこちら！
↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓
https://linktr.ee/mochiyoslimestore

スライムの提供についてはコチラ！
↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓
https://www.instagram.com/s/aGlnaGxpZ2h0OjE3ODQ4ODU4NzU3MDI2MzA3?igshid=1hr3jy34zfnpo&story_media_id=2286885986591781571

イヤフォンやヘッドフォンをして聴いて頂くとよりいい音で楽しめるかとおもいますので、是非に😎

また、画面右上のチョンチョンチョンのとこから画質を1080pに設定して動画を見ていただけると、高画質でお楽しみ頂けます💪💪

どうもこんびんは！
もちよすらいむです🧜🏻‍♀️

有名なスライマーさんのスライムのレビューや、自分で作ったスライムの動画などのASMRを中心に、いろいろなジャンルの動画を上げていきたいと思います！

太古の動画や、short ver.の動画、編集実況などは全てインスタグラムのアカウントの方にあります。インスタライブでスライムを触ったりもします。

興味を持ってくだされば、是非インスタアカウントのもチェックして頂きたいです☺️
↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓
https://www.instagram.com/mochiyoslime


＊大学に通いつつ資格試験の勉強もしている学生の身ですので、更新が突然途絶える可能性があります🙇‍♀️

＊慢性鼻炎でして、呼吸音が入ってしまうことがあります🤦‍♀️
また、机に爪がコツンと当たる音が入ってしまうことがあります。苦手な方は、ご視聴非推奨です🙇‍♀️

＊自室にて、マイクを使って撮影してます！ですが、多少は「サーー」というホワイトノイズが入っています。また、稀ですが実家ぐらしなので家族の出す生活音が入ってしまう可能性があります。そういったものが苦手な方にも、ご視聴非推奨です🙇‍♀️

＊動画を見てくださりありがとうございます💕そしてこの概要を最後まで読んでくださりありがとうございます💕

是非チャンネル登録をして、これからももちよの動画をお楽しみください💁‍♀️

〜＊〜〜＊〜〜＊〜〜＊〜〜＊〜〜＊〜

#もちよすらいむ #mochiyoslime #べらちゃんのslimeしばき部屋 #slime #asmr #asmrsounds #asmrslime #スライム #音フェチ #音フェチ動画 #音フェチスライム #clayslime #slayslime #butterslime #cloudcream #thickslime #thickie #thickieslime #fluffyslime #clearslime #slusheeslime #slushieslime #fishbowlslime #crunchyslime #slimejapan #スライムジャパン #sakuraslime #さくらスライム #aisu屋さん #tiaslime #slimeogproof #ogslimeproof #aobaslime #awesomeslimeproof #awesomeslime #slimefantasies #slimefantasiesproof
#rodemslime #rodemslimeproof #mooncottonslime #slimebyktmproof

A lot of you have been requesting to see a Valentine’s day makeup tutorial so here it is! In today’s Transform with Tina, I’ve created a romantic pink and orange makeup look that you can try out. Subscribe to my channel for more videos http://www.youtube.com/subscription_center?add_user=tinacreative

Products Used:
Kiehl’s Ultra Facial Moisturizer http://shopstyle.it/l/xQ1H
Touch in Sol Advanced Moisture Foundation http://amzn.to/2BkgZne
Glossier Perfecting Skin Tint http://go.magik.ly/ml/9hxz/
Urban Decay Peach Corrector Fluid http://shopstyle.it/l/xQ2m
Glossier Stretch Concealer http://go.magik.ly/ml/9hy0/
16 Brand Gangs Brow Pencil
Fenty Beauty Match Stix Chilli Mango http://shopstyle.it/l/xQ4s
Urban Decay Jean Michel Palette https://www.urbandecay.com.sg/product/basquiat-tenant-eyeshadow-palette/
16 Brand Plum Red Lip Liner
Petite Cosmetics Inspire Eyelash https://petitecosmetics.com/collections/new-luxe-collection/products/inspire
Laneige Matte Lip Bar no.8 Rose http://shopstyle.it/l/xQ5U
3CE Tangerine Stain

Contact lens: http://en.pinkicon.com/product-1761.html
____________________________________________
? Follow Me ?

TINA YONG
Instagram ► http://instagram.com/tina_yong
SnapChat ► tina_yong
Facebook ► http://www.facebook.com/Tinayongfanpage
Twitter ► https://twitter.com/tina_yong
Website ► http://www.tinayong.com
__________________________
? EQUIPMENT I USE ?
Microphone: Rodelink Wireless http://amzn.to/2b9lglt
Lighting: Ring Light http://amzn.to/2b9lIjs
Soft Boxes http://amzn.to/2fUZVNU
Camera: Canon 70D http://amzn.to/2bMYobp
Canon G97X Mark II http://amzn.to/2fV1drX
Canon 24-70mm Lens 2.8 http://amzn.to/2b9lqcD
Editing Program: Adobe Premier Pro CC


Disclaimer: This video is not sponsored. All thoughts and opinions are my own. Some of the links provided above are affiliate links meaning I do make a small commission when you purchase using the link. This does not cost you extra. You can also purchase from the brand’s websites so don’t feel obliged to use my link if you don’t want to. Thanks for all your support! xx