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SUNAT ANAK KETIKA BAYI, SUNNAH YANG DILUPAKAN

Orang arab panggil khitan, orang melayu pula sebut khatan atau sunat, orang-orang tua sebut 'masuk jawi'.

Ramai yang tak tahu, sunat meng'khatan'kan bayi pada hari ke-7.
...Continue ReadingCIRCUMSTANCES WHEN A BABY, A FORGOTTEN SUN

Arabs call khitan, Malays mention circumcision or circumcision, the old people say 'enter jawi'.

Many people don't know, circumcision will make baby circumcision on the 7. th day

Yes, apart from aqiqah, shaving hair, and giving name, circumcision also among the sunnah of his majesty SAW on the 7th day of birth.

Baby is suitable for circumcision as soon as birth to 4 months old. After that, it's quite difficult to be circumcised, because the baby is starting to lie down.

Sadly, many do not know or miss this sunnah circumcision. It's also a custom for the Malays to circumcise their son when they're late for children.

From Jabir bin ' Abdillah ra; that Rasulullah saw implemented Hasan and Husain's aqiqah and Husain and proceeded both on the sevent (HR; Thabrani and Baihaqi)

From Ibnu ' Abbas ra said,
′′ There are seven things that include the sunnah of the baby on the seventh day: Named, circumcised,...." (HR; Thabrani)

From Abu Ja ' far ra said,
′′ Fathimah carried out his son's aqiqah on the seventh day. He also shaved and shaved his hair as well as the silver as the weight of his hair." (HR; Ibn Abi Syaibah)

Alhamdulillah, Taqi & Zaki we circumcised their time 3 months.

We're a little late. But for some people they ask, why is it so early?

Among the reasons why many choose to miss the child's circumcision:
1. Don't know the circumcision between the sunnah of the 7th day and better be hastened.
2. Pity and worry, afraid that the baby is sick.
3. I haven't reached the heart to see the circumcision process and watch the baby cry
4. Want children to feel the experience of being circumcised.

Circumcision is sunnah. So it's a religious guide. Islam is not wrong, but Islam is rahmah's religion.

So, don't think about ' poor baby ', afraid that baby is sick and so on. Because Islam will not be wronged by its people. While in animals Islam teaches rahmah's nature, this is what happens to babies. So of course there's rahmah when we're circumcising our baby.

Among the advantages of circumcision as a baby:

1. Babies lack of pain, because baby skin is still soft. baby sleeps a lot. Just like us, if we sleep, all the pain will be gone.

2. Baby wounds heal fast, as early as 5-7 days.

3. Babies don't need to confinement. Even parents don't need to get tired of taking care of children's abst Because the food is only milk.

4. Babies are not blocked by the move. Because the baby's work is lying down and sleeping.

5. Babies won't be afraid. Because babies still have no fear. Different from children, they already know the meaning of fear.

6. Parents don't need to be tired of persuading their children so they agree to circumcise Because baby is ready to surrender to be circumcised.

7. Circumcised babies can avoid the disease. Some children who have not been circumcised will be affected by blind urine. So, finally the doctor recommended to be circumcised soon.

8. Parents are also not tired of taking care of babies after circumcision. Because the care is very easy.

Isn't this all proof of sunnah rahmah? Ease baby's affairs and ease parent s' affairs.

If mom or dad are afraid, maybe we can try not to watch the circumcision process. Let her baby nenda or uncle accompany her. Don't be because of our shortcomings, the sunnah has to be missed.

If the circumcision experience is sought,
Hmmm, there are many other experiences that the child can find. At least, you can record the circumcision process using your handphone. When you grow up, show back to the child.

It's here, the custom is changed to sunnah.
Don't be because according to our custom to leave sunnah.
Sunnah is more important.

You don't lose your child's circumcision
Actually, they will be very grateful because their parents chose to circumcise them early.

How many mothers regret that they didn't regret because they didn't circumcise their children when they were little.

If something has been missed, it's okay. Continue to find the right time to circumcise your children. InsyaAllah it will be eased

Khitan has two times, mandatory time and sunnah time. The mandatory time is when the age of baligh, and the sunnah time is before. Ibnu Hajar the best time to do the circumcision is on the seventh day after birth and does not slow down the circumcision so that the time is mandatory unless there is a certain excuse or cause. (Fathul Bari 10/342).

Let's follow the sunnah :)

Thank God, the process of Taqi & Zaki circumcision is all made easy. I'm not awake either, live like normal days. Day 3 of our circumcision has gone on holiday in Terengganu.. hehe..

We are circumcised with Dr. Khairuddin at Taqwa clinic, Ipoh. Dr Khairuddin is very experienced. Her work is very thorough and neat.

Cost of only RM140 including medicine. It's pretty cheap than most normal places. If it's in KL Selangor area, we survey the price of about RM250- 400. That's what we do in Ipoh, save money! Hehe..

Time to circumcise the baby, Dr. Khairuddin shows the 'palat' that is inside the penis Taqi & Zaki, the doctor also said,

′′ Look, even the baby's palat has many like this, imagine if the 12-year-old is not circumcised anymore. Many have been accumulated in there ".

This is a piece of our experience. We were not able to follow the sunnah for Taqi & Zaki circumcision on the 7th day due to health and various matters. So we can only follow the sunnah to hurry to circumcise them.

Islam is very beautiful. There must be a lot of wisdom behind the sunnah circumcision when a baby.

Our children also look more macho and handsome when they're married 😎

Good morning..

Nur Shazareen
Mama to 2 macho heroes & a heroin ayuTranslated

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/)

【業力的黑洞】THE BLACK HOLE OF KARMA

（一）

「我不是叫你帶筆記本嗎？」

我看著男客人擺在桌上的那僅僅一張A4紙。

男客人不好意思地說：「我忘了。這是跟櫃台取的。」

「我千里迢迢來到這裡，因為你說你要改命。你就拿這樣一張借來的紙，來改命？一個半小時的看八字，夠你寫嗎？還是你不夠寫時，又要浪費我的時間去借紙？你的認真在哪裡？」

我雙眼直視著男客人的眼睛。

他連忙站起來，去借了多幾張A4紙。

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（二）

「你怎麼帶那麼小的本子？夠寫嗎？」

我不可思議的看著，那如信用卡一般大的記事本。

男客人答：「可以啦！我只寫重點！」

「你這個是懶。我的每一句話都是重點。你的八字在我手上，你是怎樣的人，你不要以為我不知道。你不要跟我瞎掰，更不要有寫沒寫的，然後事後又發私訊重覆性的問回我一樣的問題，因為你沒有用心思寫下來。樓上有書店，要嘛你現在去買，我給你十五分鐘，要嘛我們今天就不看你的八字。你自己選。」

男客人十分鐘內，買了A4本子。

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（三）

我為即將結婚的男客人看新家風水。

他來過我的風水講座數次，閱讀我臉書也有兩年多時間，應該很熟悉我的性格。事前，我提醒過他兩次要帶筆記本，兩次兩次他都跟我說謝謝提醒。

站在客廳看風水時，他抽出那張A4的屋子平面圖，壓在手掌心寫。

「我不是已經叫你帶筆記本嗎？」

他笑笑不語，沒有解釋，沒有道歉。

新家風水那麼重要，關係到你和你家人未來至少五年的興旺，你就在這一張軟綿綿的紙上寫兩個小時的筆記嗎？

以我對客人的要求，我本會叫他到外頭買筆記本，我們才繼續看風水。

但那天，現任屋主還住在那個單位，是特別約好時間讓我們進去看風水，對方也在等著我們完事後就要出門。

想想他過去兩年來常在我臉書貼文按讚，就給他一點面子，讓他在女朋友面前好下台，也算是報答他的支持。

於是，我看在眼裡，記在心裡。依我的經驗，沒把筆記寫好的，必會再來問我。

幾天後，他來訊詢問。當中有幾個問題，我當天已解說過。

我回他：「我雖不介意回答已經回答過的問題，但如果你那一天有帶筆記本，你必會抄下來。」

也就不用再問。

我也寫道：「我對你有點失望。」

他回我：「我明白也注意到你的失望。以後會更留意自己的念頭和舉止。」

「你應該跟我道歉。你忽視我的善意提醒本就不對。」

也猶如騙了我。如果你當初不想帶，直說，不要以假謝謝敷衍。

男客人過後道歉，也大方的同意我把這件事情寫出來，警惕大家。

如果你的未來註定會坎坷，無論是婚姻、事業、家庭或財富，你要比任何人都更注意你的一舉一動。

因為你細小的念頭，細微的決定，會一步一步引你掉入你命中註定的歹運。

你會漏掉寫下我千交代萬交代的事情。

你會寫錯、聽錯、記錯、做錯。

你身邊的人會影響你，告訴你不要聽我或任何能幫你改命的話，你如何如何讓她他不開心不舒服。

你會有錢也不要出錢，只是一直想博取我的同情，得到免費的幫助，然後稱說自己沒有錢。

你會任性，你會執著，你會覺得風水命理沒那麼厲害，你自己說了算，雖然你根本不怎麼樣。

因為你已變成一個弦线上的小木偶，被你那無情的業力操控著。

我的嚴厲，是要及時拉你一把，不要「青青菜菜」的過活，不要拖累你的家人和你一起遭業報。

不是每個人跌倒後，都能夠爬得起來。

誰不想做好人，讓每個人都喜歡自己？但自古，慈母多敗兒。

在現今社會裡，男人女人的自信，都是來自於事業，但每個人的幸福，都是源自於家庭。

所以千萬千萬不要自私。

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（1）

“Didn't I tell you to bring a notebook?"

I looked at the lonely piece of A4 paper the male client placed on the table.

Slightly embarrassed, the male client said, "I forgot. This was obtained from the counter."

"I come all the way here because you tell me you want to change your destiny. You bring this kind of paper to change your life? My consultation is 1.5 hour and you think it's enough for you to write? Or when you run out of space, are you going to waste my time to go and borrow paper? Where is your seriousness?"

I looked at the male client straight in the eyes.

He hurriedly stood up and borrowed a few more pieces of A4 paper.

•

（2）

"Why did you bring such a small notebook? How is it enough for you to write?"

I looked at the credit-card-sized notebook incredulously.

The male client replied, "Can! I only write the important points!"

"This is your sloth. Everything I said is important. Your Bazi is in my hands. Don't think that I do not know what kind of person you are. Don't talk nonsense to me. Don't write selectively and then later send me PMs asking me the same questions that I have answered in this consultation, just because you didn't put in effort to jot it down. There is a bookshop upstairs. Either you go and buy now. I will give you 15 minutes. Or we will cancel today's consultation. You decide."

The male client returned with a brand new A4 notebook in ten minutes.

•

（3）

I was doing a Feng Shui audit for a male client who was getting married.

He came to my Feng Shui workshops a few times and have read my Facebook for over 2 years. Prior to the audit, I reminded him twice to bring a notebook and twice, he thanked me for my reminders.

While standing in the living room doing the Feng Shui audit, he drew out a A4-sized floorplan and wrote on it, with his palm as the backing.

"Didn't I already tell you to bring a notebook?"

He smiled back at me. No explanation. No apology.

The Feng Shui of a new home is so important because it determines the future of your family luck for at least the next 5 years. And you are going to write on this floppy piece of paper for the next 2 hours?

Given my expectations of clients, I would have told him to go and buy a notebook before I continued my audit.

But that day, the current owner was still living in the unit. It was by appointment that we were let in to get the Feng Shui audit done. The family was also waiting for us to finish things up, as they were going out.

I thought of the many times that he had Liked my FB posts these two years. So I decided to give him some face, and not make things difficult for him in front of his girlfriend. Also a very tiny way of me thanking him for his support all these while.

Hence, I put this incident in my heart. From my experience, I know that anyone who did not write the notes well will definitely come back to ask me again.

A few days later, he sent me messages, some of which were raising the same questions that I had explained on the day of the audit.

I told him, "While I do not mind answering the same questions again, if you had brought a notebook that day, you would have written it down."

You and I would not need to repeat ourselves again.

I also wrote, "I am slightly disappointed in you."

His reply, "Well noted on your disappointment. Will pay attention to own thoughts/actions for better changes."

"You should apologise to me. It is wrong of you to ignore my reminders to bring a notebook."

This is akin to lying to me. If you do not wish to bring, say it outright. Don't brush me off with perfunctory thanks.

He did apologised later and graciously gave me the permission to write about this, to remind my readers.

If your future is destined to be difficult, be it in your marriage, career, family or wealth, you must be extra observant of your every action and deed.

Because every little thought of yours, every seemingly minor decision you made, will lead you step-by-step to fall into the manhole of your pre-destined bad fortune.

You will miss out on what I repeatedly tell you to do.

You will write wrongly, hear wrongly, remember wrongly and do wrongly.

The people around you will influence you. They will tell you not to listen to me, or any well-meaning advice to transform your destiny. They will say that you doing so is making them unhappy and uncomfortable.

You will be unwillingly to fork out money even when you can afford it. You want to live off the compassion of mine and get free help, on the empty claim that you have no money.

You will be wilful. You will be stubborn. You will think that there is no big deal about Chinese Metaphysics and that what you say matters the most in your life. Despite not having any ability or past achievement to support that fat bold claim.

Because you have already become that little string puppet, being dangled around mercilessly by your negative karma.

My sternness is to pull you away from that manhole of mishaps. Do not live your life in a blur. Do not drag your family down with you to suffer at the hands of karma.

Not everyone can stand up right again, after a really bad fall.

Who doesn't wish to be that well-liked person? But since ancient times, an overly loving mother often leads to a useless son.

In modern society, the self confidence of every man and woman tend to come from his/her career. But happiness and bliss will always come from your family.

So never ever choose to be selfish.

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