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

Throwback last night at Four Seasons staircase supporting my friend @pushtoinspire upcoming project adapt.

@pushtoinspire is one of the Paralympic athlete in Malaysia and doing his best - push to inspire on how everyone of us can play a part in being more inclusive as a society.

In conjunction with International Day of PWDs - People With Disabilities, it is a campaign of highlighting them, and the need for INCLUSION in the world we live.

Last night Daniel showed me how he climbed up the stairs by using both arms. There are few ways:
1. Place both arms one step behind, and push it (chair dip), and then sit on the respective step. We did this up to 24 floors.
2. If there are two sides of railing, you can use both arms to hold on the railing and pull yourself up.
3. You can also place one fist at the back, and another at the same level to further push yourself up to the next step. Can do it alternatively.
*We continue until 39 floors and it took us about half an hour for this journey.

Thanks @pushtoinspire for the sharing and I learn a new skills on how to climb up the stairs by using just both my arms.

I have been using both my legs all these while running up the stairs and I never try by using both the arms to climb the stairs!

I believe that people will all ability can do sport and we should encourage them to do it, discover and find a way to guide and help them instead of putting them aside. Together we can achieve even more!

*I first met Daniel 8 years back in Bukit Jalil Half Marathon. He was racing the 10km on his wheelchair while I was running. I was so inspired by him as he showed a real example to all of us.

*If he can do it in his way, how about you? We need to be grateful on what we have and do our best on things we venture in, then only you live a better life!

#ProjectAdapt #ProjectAdapt2020 #AdaptibilityChallenge #AllAbilityAwareness #IDPwD #InclusionForAll #DisableStereotypes #Inclusion #PushToInspire

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

OUR 3% MIRACLE

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

Grace of God
Spiritual
Kind
Benevolent

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time however I was not disappointed.

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

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

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

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KIAEN AARYAN SUPPIAH'S BIRTH STORY

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lara watched the scene, transfixed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Was my opting against epidural the right choice for me?

Overall? Yes.

Don't get me wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Full of crab clams 🦀 Haha. Full of shrimp 🦐 Secret formula for more than 50 years that anyone has to surrender ✨😍
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Must taste! ′′ Chopu Thong ′′ 💥 The legend of the taste over 50 years of Yaowarat road 🤩 cooked with spices. Secret recipe for the family. Full of crab! Shrimp focus! Full of mouth! 🤤 Guaranteed with prizes and lots of shows! ✨
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Come to eat here. No worries because the shop has cleanliness and safe measures. There will be a film panel between food and customers. There is alcohol spray for injection to kill germs. If customers start tight, we will make it 2 meters apart. 👍🏻
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The first menu ′′ Chopper Pu Kon ′′ 🦀 Crispy outside with big crab meat Hee Kung Kung ′′ 🦐 Great seafood shrimp 🤤 and There are ′′ shrimp meatballs sticky meat cuddle baht, ′′ fish ′′ uses fresh seafood, soft and ′′ crab ′′ full of shellfish. The more you eat, the more you eat, the best recipe of the shop. Sour, sweet taste. It's good to follow! 😋 Plus convenient to travel with MRT. Wat Dragon Station. Exit 1 Plotnam Road. It's a little closer!
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A famous great menu of ′′ Chopu Kon ′′ ✨ (160 baht) thin tofu bubbles, crispy, big crab meat. Almost no space to bite. So satisfied that I want to respect! With more than 50 years of experience, it's the most suitable crispy and softness! 😍

′′ Hey, shrimp ′′ (160 baht). I can tell that it's worth the name. There are only shrimp, shrimp and shrimp! Super bouncing meat by the shop. Use it as black shrimp. Good quality seafood.
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There are also fish, meatballs, shrimp, fried fish and crabs to taste. Most importantly, I would like to say that ′′ spicy sauce ′′ the shop made it myself. It's awesome! So sour. Sweet. It smells so good. No more than cuddle flavors!
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It's easy to buy with the red ′′ Chopu Thong ′′ wheelchair. It kicks in the eyes so that you have to queue. It's freshly fried. Hot. Very satisfying! 😋 For those who want to experience, meet with full crab! Full of shrimp! Full of mouth. Full of words. Physically and mentally. I challenge you to try ′′ Chopu Thong ′′ or order via LINE MAN! 💚
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🦀: Choi Choi Thong
📍: 394 Yaowarat Road, Empire, Bangkok. (On the left side, opposite to the gold shop. Avoid Seng Heng)
📞: Call 0951989198, 0645565546, 0646599546
⏰: Tuesday - Sunday 09.30-21.30 pm
🛵: Order LINE MAN here! 👉🏻 https://bit.ly/2z81R1g
⭐️: see more location and reviews 👉🏻 https://www.wongnai.com/restaurants/269890RT
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Based on Koujee's true story.
Sneezer draws inspiration from Koujee's very own  life experiences. "I have experienced countless ups and downs for the past 10 years.  I've gone through and seen many betrayals of trust and friendship over the years. I feel the need to make a stand and address this issue that I've been battling with. After 2 years of silence, I've decided to turn this life experience into this MV, calling on the society to be responsible with their words", Koujee said.
The MV features two prominent characters which are the "Ghossiper" and “Queen Of Whisperer" to express the consequence of spreading false rumours.

"Believe nothing of what you hear and only half of what you see."
"Rumors are carried by haters, spread by fools, and accepted by idiots."

来自于真实故事。
Koujee表示，此作品的灵感来自于生活。“出道10年，经历过无数的风风雨雨，看着自己或朋友曾经面对过的被背叛和伤害事件，让我觉得应该站出来，向社会反映这件事。沉寂了2年后，我决定把经历化为作品，呼吁社会停止散播谣言和巅倒是非。”
MV的音乐和画面含盖了许多暗示性表达⼿法，特别设计了“是非精” (Ghossiper) 以及“是非⼥王”(Queen Of Whisperer) 两个角⾊，用来表达谣⾔的恐怖性。你也可以在MV里看到Koujee亲自创作的绘画作品。

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Sneezer Lyrics:
"Have you ever wonder
dusk and flu are not the only reason that causes you to sneeze
There is one more. . ."

啊气
我没有伤风感冒
啊气
是否又被无理取闹
Check 1 2 走投无路
被人搞得糊涂
所以我创出江湖
We born to communicate
We educate
With da certificate
And yet So?
Proving everybody
Or fooling everybody
Living in this society
And yet so?
Play fair?
Think out of the square
Climb up the stairs look clearly if you dare
Look around you who's around you success or not depend who's around you

散播谣言 散播谎言
自导自演
简直一派 胡言
满口谎言 贪得无厌
打马虎眼
他妈的 讨厌
缺德的钱奴才 自欺欺人
博取众人的 信任
获得 权力 地位
刻薄他人
炫耀权威

I dont know what you did to get them boosted
I dont know what you did to make them lose it
Who the hell are you
What the hell are you
Time will reveal the true you
Its ok ignored me
Im just a somebody fak u bic

啊气
是谁说你坏话
啊气
到底是谁说你坏话
Check 1 2 走投无路
被人搞得糊涂
所以我创出江湖

反口覆舌 变化无穷
信用 是何物也
暗箭中人 出口伤人
Feeling it oh yeah
前后 一个样
面具款式 各种各样
Faking for the the rest of ya life
ya think is really nice?

我的背后 渐渐插着那么多的箭
暗里度过的夜 是否让我 学会了奸
别怪我无情 这痛 痛的不只一天
痛得不再有感觉 仿佛 我成了仙

Yo
Eyes on a wheelchair
Judgemental mindset
Feed with the illusion facts
Acts speak louder
Or the words speak louder?
Do you really care one another?
fulfilling the role of an elder?

顶, 神又是你 鬼又是你

Seriously, I don't give a FART! Ops..
Nah, I didn't curse with the word fuck.
Oh fuck I just did it..
Oh yea, me as a fucking believer and a fucking educator, I shouldn't use the word fuck,
Yea right, you fucking hypocrite are too fucking free to fuck people around, repent your sins before is too late mother fuckers!

啊气
我没有伤风感冒
啊气
是否又被无理取闹
Check 1 2 走投无路
被人搞得糊涂
所以我创出江湖

啊气
是不是你说我坏话
啊气
怎么你又说我坏话
Check 1 2 走投无路
被人搞得糊涂
所以我创出江湖
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KOUJEE EDUTAINMENT Present

Director KOUJEE | Writer KOUJEE | Film Producer KOUJEE | Video Editing KOUJEE | Video Colouring KOUJEE | Character Design KOUJEE | Art KOUJEE | Album Design KOUJEE | Music Composing KOUJEE | Lyrics KOUJEE | Record Producer BROO PRODUCTION |
Cast KOUJEE as Koujee | DEEKA as Back Packer | MARVIN as Ghossiper 1 | SIMON as Ghossiper 2 | FEEDER as Ghossiper 3 | JUN LEONG as Ghossiper 4 | POOI YAN as Whisperer | HUIBY NGAN as Aunty 1 | OLIVIA ONG as Aunty 2 | SARAH SHU as High Schooler | SAMUEL CHER as Blinded Man 1 | VICTOR TONG as Blinded Man 2 | HUIBY as Blinded Woman 1 | SANDRA BOON as Blinded Woman 2 | TEDDY / GATSBY as Koujee's Cat | Photography CASH STUDIO | Production Design KOUJEE EDUTAINMENT | Image Consultant FAYE LAI | | Videoed by DAVE CHAN/ VICTOR TONG/SAMUEL CHER/ ANDREW LEE/ SANDRA BOON | Koujee's MakeUp & Hair Do FAYE LAI | Ghossiper's MakeUp FAYE LAI | Whisperer's MakeUp SHAN SHAN | Koujee's Hair Sponsor S KONCEPT HAIRZON / WAJASS | Venue by CUPCAT IMAGE / MEGA STAR ARENA | Dance by MUSTANG DANCE ACADEMY/ ORI'BOND DANCE BOXX STUDIO | Props Team KOUJEE / FAYE LAI | Spiderman Mask MK Tong | Floor Manager SAMUEL CHER | Floor Assistant SARAH SHU | F&B Sponsor GARAGE 51 | Printing Sponsor SINCERE SERVICE GROUP |

Dead Rising 2: Off The Record Perfect Walkthrough from scratch (Lv.1)
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What's in this video:
5:25 - "Hunger Pains" is only available at 5am to 9am on Day 3. Yes, only 4 hours of in game time to complete. Also it will not appear/spawn if you only have 15min of in game time left before it expired. The sole reason for me to do a rerun from Part 26 to 29... (Read bottom description for details)

Anyway, if you didn't any food (like me, since my inventory is full) then head over to High-noon Shooting Range to break open some cardboard box for chance of snack spawn. If nothing appear, just reload check point and you be back to the entrance of Palisade Mall from Silver Strip.

6:40 - "Tape It or Die" Part 1 side mission. Only available during 6am to 12pm of Day 3. Good thing there is notice boards around the mall when it does spawn. Grab a cement saw and plates ready.

12:23 - Grab a wheelchair in Yucatan Casino to make a passenger seat motorcycle to ease your traveling on "Bank Run" side mission.

13:03 - "Bank Run" side mission.

19:41 - "Chemical Dependency" Jared's side mission, use the extra zombrex from Richard to save Jared.
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Other thoughts on this video:
9:33 - TK, You only need $1 million?? :P

The Hold'em game was the main reason I miscalculated on the first run. I took to long and I totally forgot about "Hunger Pains" side mission, which have a very small window of opportunity to rescue the survivor. That and I didn't save since I got out of Americana Casino... forced me to reload all the way back.

Part 26 to Part 29 are actually a rerun because I made a huge timing miscalculation + I didn't save at all during those four parts... which lead to reloading all the way back. Unfortunately I obtained 3 easy/minor Trophy/Achievement within those parts. I will identify when I obtain it in this newer run.
The omitted video segment will be uploaded once I finish the Walkthrough. I never left any omit/outtakes out for record purposes and something to look back at. (mistakes :P)

Playlist:
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLD7241F3CE0BEA270

Now that you got Case 1-2~3 out of the way and Case 1-4 is just to return to Safe room, you can start the side mission.

Here I will start the "Come On Follow Me" Trophy, which is Escorting 8 Survivors at Once.

Head straight out of the arena and go for mission "Lost..."
Run pass Doris as she req. you to have Chad in your party before joining you.
Look for Chad that is located a little further ahead and then go back to Doris.

With those two in your party, go grab the wheelchair (yes, survivor will get on the wheelchair if they are close by, very convenient way to escort survivors) and head over to "One Little Duck Bingo" to grab the (Leadership) Magazine.

(Leadership) Magazine will help you out tremendously as it will make all survivors that has two hind legs run.
Even those that are injured but only to exception to survivors that don't have legs thus I mention hind legs :P

Now pay a visit to Yucatan Casino to get Lenny.
Lenny is a survivor that will not be called in from Stacey.
In order to obtain Lenny, you must take out psychopath Ted and maybe tame Snowflake???
Either way i done both so Lenny is in the office/room for me to save.

After Lenny joined your party, head over to "Baron Von Brathaus" to obtain another easy "Stick 'em up!" Trophy
Grab Large Painting, Small Painting, Servbot Head, Barrel.
You do not need to use it in any particular order to obatin the trophy but i recommend you to just use the Barrel first as sometime you knock the zombie instead of putting the Barrel on the zombie.

Once done, go over the counter and mix wine+wine for quickstep mix drink.
Quickstep is not necessary but i just want to create any mix drink available because mix drink will recover full health compare to any other recovery items.

Now might as well go to the center structure of Yucatan Casino and grab the free zombrex laying around. Also the LMG ;D

Onward to the next part of this Escorting 8 Survivors at Once video.

Playlist:
http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=56E87B0C354B7561