You Reap What You Sow

I think today's "talk of the blog/twitter/facebook" should be about our young soldier whose maid was seen carrying his pack, walking behind him. I wonder why we are surprised? Has it not been like so from day one of his life? When he went off to child care, didn't his mother carry his little bag? Then when he entered kindergarten, his grandparents took turns to carry his art bag and his little knapsack. In primary school, the family maid walked him to the school gate laden with his heavy school bag, art folio, CCA bag, lunch box and water bottle. Same for when he heads home. It would be from door to gate and gate to door. Little Boy Boy would not be asked to carry anything.

I am not sure about secondary school. Probably the same happens except that the maid is not allowed to go right up to the school gate. Now, it has crept into National Service!! May not be the young soldier's fault. Indeed, perhaps he had some injury, as was suggested. In all likelihood, the instructions came from Protective Mother. The same one who harassed his teachers during his school days and insisted on driving him to university and back. Well, she had nothing better to do anyway.

I had a neighbour who would rush to open the gate for her working son to drive in. He would blast his car horn every time he arrived home. Mother would drop whatever she was doing, rush out to open the gate. She then opens the car door and carries his briefcase and other bags into the house. The son simply walks in empty handed. I some times hear him scolding her for being slow! Indeed, we all reap what we sow.

Look at what you are sowing. Seeds of love can reap laziness, dependency and indifference. Children can grow up to take many things for granted, including people. Their perception is that the world owes them a living.

I just went out to pay some service guys for working on our oven. They were polite, service oriented and pleasant. They were professional and carried out the repairs well and were thorough in their work. They stayed back to clear and clean the whole area. I sent a complimentary note to their company. I am so privileged and blessed to have reaped what their parents had sowed in the lives of these two young men.

So, let's watch what we sow because that will be what we will reap in future.

Nothing Worse Than Fear

I read with interest Janice Tay's Letter From Kyoto (a column I really enjoy), about the existence of the "other" Japan. This Japan lies outside of the earthquake and tsunami hit prefectures of Miyagi, Iwate and Fukushima. Untouched by the two natural disasters, and a man made one, this Japan has also been hit by a shared devastation - of cancellations by foreign tourists - actions spawned by ignorance and fear.

The saying is true - a little knowledge is a dangerous thing. Why else would people in China rush to but iodized salt? Or some Singaporeans swab their thyroids with iodine after receiving the hoax sms? Or people in the Philippines keep themselves indoors? All from fear of the radiation leaks in Japan.

Fear is a powerful emotion that can cripple you like a hare staring at the headlights of an approaching car. Unable to move a hair (ops sorry for the pun!), it will get run down, being paralysed with fear.

Fear brings about unreasonable, unexplainable reactions. During wars, soldiers use fear to intimidate their enemies. At prisoner-of-war camps, fear is used to keep everyone in check.

I am again reminded of the Biblical story of David & Goliath. The Israelite army was paralyzed with fear for they had heard about the might and strength of Goliath. That was a good tactical move made by the Philistine army. In fact, Goliath had showed himself and taunted the Israelite army for 40 days! His huge frame and reputation sent waves of fear into the ranks of the soldiers. Nobody was ready to go out to fight Goliath. Not even King Saul.

David on the other hand, was sent to the battle field by his father, to get more information about the well being of his brothers. He was more familiar with God's power and protection than he was with Goliath's might. To David, he was merely an "uncircumcised" giant who was an enemy of Israel and therefor an enemy of the Lord. He had no fear and was able to defeat Goliath in battle.

When we can conquer fear, we can do almost anything. I am sure Sir Edmund Hilary and Tensing Norgay Sherpa had many fears when they climbed Everest. They managed to summit the world's highest mountain by conquering their fear of falling, of freezing, of getting lost and of death.

Will I want to still visit Japan? Yes. Not because I have no fear, but because I think my fears are unfounded. Caution is what is called for. Throw out the fear, bring in the caution. Research, assess, decide and GO! ...or stay, whichever the case may be... but don't let it be out of fear.

Hard Truths Bids

My eyes popped

And my jaw dropped

We were targeting for two zeros

Now we have three heroes!

And this amount made my heart skip

The alarm bells sounded a loud beep

Maybe she made a mistake?

Better check for all our sakes

Her fingers moved in a hurry

Everything all in a flurry

One zero became two

And two became three

Would it become four?

We can't ask for more!

God bless these generous hearts

Of people wanting to do their part

Reaching out to another human being

Who is desperate and suffering

Remembering that we are all God's creation

All made human and open to His redemption

And with God as our Father

Every other is our sister or brother

So let us reach out to our "siblings" in Japan

By simply doing whatever we can.

The top 3 bids so far:

1. $5000

2. $250

3. $200

Keep it coming!

Hard Truths & Soft Lies

Dear Family & Friends,

When MM wrote the book on Hard Truths, there was a big scramble to buy the book. Even his autographed copies that went for $10K flew off the shelves.

Soft Lie: Elizabeth Poey's book - This Is I Elizabeth... But Who Cares! was the fastest, international, special best seller - 5,000 copies sold out in 5 months! Autographed copies of her memoirs sold at $10 (same price as the non autographed copies).

Hard Truth: MM Lee's book Hard Truths sold 40,000 copies in less than a month, selling at $39.90 each. This next print run is for 45,000. Autographed copies were sold at $10,000 minimum EACH!

So, with my wide network and strong connections, I have been able to get 6 copies. I was going to sell them at a discounted price of $30 per copy when a thought struck me. Perhaps it was from a greater power above ...

Soft Lie: Japan is a rich country and don't really need financial help. We can help with just our prayers for the people of Japan.

Hard Truth: Every little cent counts. Money will help buy what they need like blankets etc. Yes, certainly prayers too is much needed.

So, we are putting the 6 books out for auction at $200 per copy as the starting bid price. All money collected will be sent to Japan through the International Baptist Church (IBC) direct to IBC, Tokyo Japan. This ensures that the money will go where it should go. We hope to share the love of God with the people of Japan.

Soft Lie: People won't respond to this lah! Why would any of your family members or friends part with $200 for a book by Lee Kuan Yew??? NOT autographed some more.

Hard Truth: People on this email list are generous and compassionate. They will bid even more than the minimum bid of $200 for this book by LKY (un-autographed).

So, for each individual who makes a bid, I will pen a personal poem in the book. No two poems will be the same. Yours will be unique and personal to YOU.

Soft Lie: Elizabeth Poey has a wide network and is well known and has connections in high places. She will one day be a famous local/international writer. HER books will also fly off the shelves.

Hard Truth: Elizabeth Poey who????

So, please do help us raise some funds in this fun way for the Japanese victims of the recent earthquake & tsunami.

We did think we would put Chloe up for auction, but Jordan protested very strongly, so we thought of this instead.

God bless your generous hearts and your humorous spirits.

Liz/Lizzie/Cheng/Sweetie Pie/Baby Face ...

With Just One Gentle Word

I sit on my deck and watch the gentle drizzle fall

As it lightly caresses the leaves, the grass, the earth

Blanketing it with a mysterious mist of coolness

Giving it reprieve from the usual heat of the sun

Just for this morning

The clouds have decided to weep

Gentle tears of sadness

At all that is happening here below

I however enjoy these gentle sprays

I am reminded that gentle words

Of praise and positiveness

Bring relief to tired souls

Faced too often with the scotching

Heat of reprimand and dismissal

Fighting back tears of insecurity and deprivation

In an unforgiving world, demanding perfection

Just one gentle word of encouragement

Or a soft smile that requires nothing more

Than a few facial muscle twitches

To make someone's day a little better

Be that drizzle that falls

On waiting ears and parched spirits

Water the next soul that you meet

With just one gentle word.

elizabeth poey

sitting on my deck

at 8 in the morning

inspired by proverbs 16:24

"Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the bones."

Teach Your Children Well

I was on my morning walk when I saw a mother walking her two kids. One was in the pram and the other was walking beside her. I could not help but listen to her conversation with her young son. She was telling him about the importance of listening to her and his dad. She said that whatever they say or do is because they love him very much. The boy looked up at her and said he loved her too. That was really lovely.

Mum and I exchanged a smile as I passed her.

We really need to spend time talking to our kids. With today's world of computers and television, talking has taken a back seat. Bring it back. Have conversations with your children. They need to hear the authority of their parents again as much as they need to hear the love.

We want to be friends with our kids. But we need to fist be parents. We want to give them choices. But they must first learn to be accountable for their choices and actions. We Love them and want to protect them. But they must first know that you love them and that sometimes love has to be "tough". It is not always giving them what they want. It is about giving them what they need.

My mind goes to the long ago song by Nash & Young - The Cat's In The Cradle.

Let me share the lyrics:

My child arrived just the other day

He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talking before I knew it and as he grew
He said, "I’m gonna be like you, Dad,
You know I’m gonna be like you"

My son turned ten just the other day
He said "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on lets play
can you teach me to throw?" I said, "Not today,
I got a lot to do" He said "Thats okay"
And then he walked away but his smile never dimmed
And said "I’m gonna be like him, yeah
You know I’m going to be like him"

Well he came from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say,
"Son, I’m proud of you, can you sit for a while?"
He shook his head, and he said with a smile
"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them please?"

I’ve long since retired, my son's moved away
I called him up just the other day.
I said "I'd like to see you if you don’t mind"
He said "I'd love to Dad, if I could find the time.
You see my new jobs a hassle, and the kids have the flu.
But It's sure nice talking to you, Dad,
It's been sure nice talking to you."
And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
He'd grown up just like me,
My boy was just like me.

And the cats in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you coming home, Son?

I don't know when,
But we'll get together then, Dad
We're gonna have a good time then.

Have a lovely weekend with the kids.

Cities of Refuge - Joshua 3

As I continue my study of the Book of Joshua, I learnt 2 things, and realized many other things about God.

1. When God promises, He will deliver. However, He is not going to drop that promise in your lap. The promise will have to be claimed through action taken. This is a revelation to me. I had always thought that God's promises will simply "fall on us"!

In Joshua 18:3, Joshua asked the remaining 7 tribes, "How long will you put off going in to take possession of the land, which the Lord, the God of your fathers, has given you?" He was referring to the "promised" land. The land was there, but was being inhabited and the tribes of Israel was to go in and take that land from the inhabitants and claim it as theirs. So, God had promised them a land of "milk & honey". But they had to take action and claim that promise.

2. God protects the innocent. When the tribes were allotted their land, God instructed Joshua to tell the people of Israel to appoint cities of refuge. These 6 cities, strategically appointed, 3 to the east of Jordan and 3 to the west, served as "safe places" for those who accidentally kill another. The elders at these cities were to offer refuge to these "accidental criminals" and allow them to live in these cities, where they will be heard and will face judgement. If they prove themselves innocent, they can remain there for as long as they want. Their pursuers were not allowed to take them away unless they were proven to be guilty. They will then face death in the hands of the "avenger of blood".

To me, it is about being given a second chance. God will always give us a chance, sometimes many chances. AND it's about not being judgemental. Leave that to God.

It also got me thinking that we all need "Cities of Refuge" for safety and security and comfort. Can we be these cities of refuge? Can we "welcome" others who need to feel safe and secure and are in need of comfort? Whether they be innocent or guilty?

I will try. This is I Elizabeth ... I am a "City of Refuge"!

Man's Best Friend

I wept when I read the story about 26 year old Lance Corporal Liam Tasker, a British soldier from Scotland who died serving in Afghanistan. My tears were not so much for Liam, although I did feel a sense of loss for one who died so young, fighting in a war that was not his war. My tears were for his 22 month old dog Theo - a springer spaniel mix.

They were part of the team from the Royal Army Veterinary Corps, whose duties include searching for roadside bombs laid by insurgents in Afghanistan. Having completed their tour of duty, both handler and dog were due to fly home. However, Theo was doing such a great job, they decided to extend his tour of duty by a week. That was when Lance Corporal Tasker was shot and killed in a firefight. Theo suffered a seizure hours later and died.

The officials believed Theo had died of a broken heart. The body of Lance Corporal Tasker and the ashes of Theo were flown back to Scotland. He was indeed Tasker's best friend to the very end. I would like to think they are up there in heaven running around and having fun.

Tasker was the 358th British soldier to die in Afghanistan and Theo was the 6th British military dog to die in service since the US-led invasion of Afghanistan in 2001. They are heroes.

I sometimes wonder what the point of it all is. Usually, in a war, there is no point. Just humans killing other humans. It sounds rather sad and pointless, but such is war. They are sad, pointless events in history. I visited Dachau in Germany where many Jews were imprisoned and killed. The plaque erected at the front of the concentration camp read - NEVER AGAIN. But it has happened again and again and again ...

We have heard and read of so many stories of how dogs remain faithful to their masters. Like the true story of Hachiko, who after his master had died, continued to wait for him each day at the train station for 10 long years. In the movie "Eight Below", the 8 huskies waited patiently for their master to return to get them, and he finally did. Of course there is the advert for Federal Express showing a Lassie-like collie being distracted (by another collie) from his task of getting help for his injured master ... but that was an advertisement.

My dad use to joke that a man's best friend is a dog and a woman's best friend is the dog's master! I told him he got it all wrong. A woman's best friend is a diamond. My dad laughed and said, that I had neither so I had better get a dog!

And I did. Dogs love us for who we are. Much like God. He too loves us for who we are. Amazing that dog and god are the same spelt backwards.

I take a moment to hug both Jordan & Chloe, my dogs who love me for who I am. And I thank God for them.

No! No! Not Japan!

I don't think anyone of us here in "safe" Singapore can fully comprehend the extent of the disaster that has hit Japan. On Saturday morning, I stared at the television screen in disbelief when they showed scenes of the earthquake and tsunami hit areas in the Fukushima, Miyagi and Iwate Prefectures. I had not heard the news on Friday and had gone to bed early, clueless!

I said a prayer for the people of Japan. I asked for God's mercy and love to be shown to them even in the midst of such a catastrophe.

Today, I scan the papers tearing at heart wrenching photos and stories of those who have survived the double tragedy. As if the natural disaster was not enough, the Japanese have to also manage their damaged nuclear plants. I am sure, there must have been fleeting thoughts of the atomic bomb attacks on Hiroshima and Nagasaki during World War 2.

The Japanese are a resolute people. They will come out of this wreckage and build up their lives once more. It will take time, but they will make it. I read about the long queues at petrol stations and at supermarkets. It really takes a nation of disciplined people to queue up at such times. There are no reports of looting or chaos or of people rushing to get food and water. Maybe there are instances but they must be few for the press not to highlight such reports. In comparison, I read with interest that our army guys were sent to Christchurch, New Zealand to help with the earthquake rescue efforts. Finally, they were deployed to help with crowd control and security on the streets.

In the midst of all the death, destruction and sadness ... other things shine through. The way the world has responded is heart warming. Countries are scrambling to get over to Japan to help with the disaster relief efforts. This with the knowledge that they put themselves in danger as Japan suffers more after shocks and prediction of possible tsunami occurrences again. There is also the danger of being exposed to radiation from the damaged nuclear plants.

Then there is the story of Mr Hiromitsu Shinkawa, the 60 year old man who was found alive and well on the roof of his house floating 15 kilometers from his coastal town of Futaba. Miracles do happen.

I move on to the other pages of the local papers and read about the upcoming general elections, and realize that in everything that happens ... life goes on! And the next time we want to grumble about our hot and humid weather, or about our government, or about the "difficult life" here in Singapore, we might want to think of what has happened in countries not too far away from us ... and thank God instead.

Please just close your eyes and say a prayer for the people of Japan.

Take That Last Train Up North

Early this morning, I paused and watched the Malaysian train zip by. The loud blasts of the horn was the first sound I heard indicating the approach of the train. Then, the strong headlight much like the eye of the cyclopes brightened up the whole area. The familiar "tek ke taak tek ke taak tek ke taak" of the train wheels on the track brought back fond memories of my early rides on the Malayan Railway to Kuala Lumpur and Penang.

I remember enjoying those long rides poking my head out of the train window and enjoying the wind in my face. You can't do that now that all the carriages are air-conditioned and all the windows are sealed shut.

Little children and old ladies use to board the trains at some of the stations selling the ever popular packets of nasi lemak (coconut rice) and epok epok (vegetable puffs) and other local goodies. They were cheap and good and we never worried about food poisoning.

The sleeper beds usually had a cockroach or two running around but they never bothered us or dampened our excitement of sleeping on board a train. We would fight to sleep on the upper berths and would draw our curtains to hide two bodies stretched out on one berth. Often, the train conductor would close an eye if the kids were young. Some adults tried the same trick but were often told to go to the seat carriages.

Riding the train was usually likened to going for a picnic when food and drinks were packed and brought along in case one felt hungry in the middle of the night. Goodies included prawn and fish keropok (crackers), biscuits, kana kanas (preserved prunes) and fruits like apples and oranges.

I watched the train till it disappeared along the track. I have mixed feelings about the relocation of the Malayan Railway station from Tanjong Pagar to Woodlands. What it means for me is that there will no longer be the sight and sounds of the trains to trigger off these pleasant, long-lost memories of those good old days.

If you have not taken the train up north recently, you might want to do it for one last time before the train services stop at end of June this year. Yes, you will have the usual Malaysian scenery ... but you won't get the great Singapore one. Places you won't recognize from the window of the train.

I once attempted to train up to my sister in Kluang. My friend and I got as far as Kulai, about an hour and half before Kluang! Unfortunately, we had hopped on the slow train which stopped at every station en route. The air-con had broken down and all the windows were sealed shut. The over crowded train had old people and young children sharing our seats ... uninvited. So, we disembarked in the little town of Kulai, ate their extra huge paus and then took the next train back to Singapore!

I guess after having taken the U-Rail all over Europe, and the Trans Siberian across Asia, the Malaysian Railway was a little of a let down. But there is an old world, "kampung-like" charm to ride on one, at least once.

So, I keep walking my dogs early in the mornings to coincide with the passing of the trains. For me, it is the evoking of those long ago memories of my train rides, that keep me going out to watch the trains chug by ...

Bigger Than Us - Joshua 2

My godsons' mother shared with me the story her pastor told the congregation on Sunday. A little boy Jim, asked his mother if God was bigger than him. His mother said yes, confirming Jim's belief that God IS bigger than him.

"And, does God live in me?" asked Jim. "Yes," said his mother. "I am sure God lives in you, Jimmy."

"Well," said Jim. "If God is bigger than me and is inside me, than He must shine through me."

What a lovely conclusion from a little boy. For us Christians, it is good to examine if God is shining through us. Do people see God shining through us? Or do we shine through us? Whatever we are full of, whatever is bigger than us ... that is what will shine through. So, if we are full of ourselves, then we shine through. If we are full of pride, it will shine through. If we are full of love and compassion, these will shine through.

As I continue my journey with Joshua with my Bible study group, the thing that shines through him is his total faith in, and complete obedience to God. Joshua was a great military leader. Yet when God commanded him to march his army round the walled city of Jericho, Joshua did as he was told.

I can imagine what it must have looked like to have thousands of soldiers all prepared for battle to simply march round the city they were to conquer. They did it for 6 days, just marching once round the city with their 7 priests blowing on their horns. On the 7th day, Joshua led his men 7 times round the city and when the priests blew a long blast on their horns, the men shouted and the walls of Jericho collapsed! So great was Joshua's faith and obedience. He never once questioned or doubted God ... even when he was told to carry out this "strange" military tactic. Ah, but Jericho was not conquered by military might, but by the might of God.

Let us examine ourselves and look at what shines through us each day - at home, at work, at play. What do our family members, friends, colleagues and strangers see?

Let us have God shine through us today and every day for all to see.

My Prayer

Lord make your light shine through me

Make me glow with your love

For me

So I can love

For you

Amen.

Life Is Short

Today, I received news that a long time, long lost friend Lee Yan Kuen had passed away. Yan Kuen use to join us in our many crazy outdoor activities and was a nice, quiet guy to have around. Unassuming and helpful, he never imposed himself but was always there when you needed help. I think he realized we were a bunch of independent feminist and he had better just let us be.

His sudden departure brings the realization that life is indeed short. For those of us who find life sweet, it is even shorter! As always, it is a good time to take stock of our lives. I have thought about my own life and have come up with 5 things to do.

1. Make peace with God.

For those without God, find Him and you will find yourself. Internal peace can only come from Him. Life on earth is transient. It is not our final destiny or destination.

2. Make peace with man (includes women and creatures).

Let go of grudges. They add lines to your lives and faces! Forgive and forget. Life is too short for such trivialities. There are more important things to do and to hold on to.

3. Spend more time with your family and friends.

Family and friends are our support group - our cheer leaders in difficult times. Work hard, but do not give your life to work. They can't stay by you when you are sick. Family and friends do.

4. Do not hoard anything.

There is nothing on this earth we can take with us when we finally leave this life.

5. Make a will.

Make life easier for those you leave behind. Give what you can, when you can. Don't wait till you can't. People treasure you for who you are and not what you have. If they treasure you for what you have, leave their names out of your will!

I pause a moment to say a prayer for Yan Kuen and his family.

God bless us all as we tread on this earth and help us realize that our walk is not forever.

What Are Our "MUST-HAVES"?

Today's Straits Times supplement Urban, has a list of 50 Must-Haves. I scanned the pages and the Must-Have list ranged from things to make you glow, gels to make your hair sleek, clothes to enhance your body shape, shoes that help you walk tall and other accessories. These include watches, bangles, belts, bracelets, brooches, rings, ties, handbags, necklaces, scarves, sunglasses and other things I am not sure where to put/hang on a human body! But they are on the list of MUST-HAVES.

Gosh, I thought. I must be one of the few pathetic Have-Nots! I could not even tick off 10 items from the list of 50. I guess I am from a different generation ... Or a different planet! Do these things really matter? Sadly, to some "youngsters" and some "oldsters", they do. They matter a great deal because these items give them confidence, get them into the "in" crowd, provide them with the needed status and allow them to feel good about themselves.

I wish the 50 Must-Haves would include - handbags of kindness, watches that show timeless love, neckless of compassion and grace, bracelets of truth and justice worn on the wrists, brooches of humility and servanthood pinned close to the heart and ties of self-control around necks.

As I walked the dogs this morning, I noticed a lovely Indian girl of about 6 years old looking up lovingly at her grandfather. They walked hand in hand and looked happy to be together. Grandfather was laughing and I could see the pride in his eyes and the happiness in his carriage and his walk. For the little girl, she had the 1 Must-Have in her life - her grandfather. And for the grandfather? He obviously also had the 1 Must-Have in his life - his lovely grand daughter. I smiled.

For me, there is just 1 MUST-HAVE in my life - God.

How about you? What are your 50 Must-Haves?

Hup Choon@Binjai

Binjai Park is a "rich man's" residential area. I remember jumping into a friend's chauffeur driven car and being driven to her Binjai Park residence where we would spend after school hours eating lunch and relaxing. We would then be driven back to school for our ECA (extra-curricular activities). It was a luxury and the 7 of us always felt rather privileged to make the trip once a week. I can't recall what we spent time talking about. Probably movie stars and teachers!

Binjai Park has other secrets other than Ivins and a wine bar alongside antique furniture shops. In a coffee shop at Binjai Park is Hup Choon Seafood "cze cha" stall. Don't bother going any later than 6.30pm on weekends. You won't find a seat and the "ta pau" queue is long. However, you can phone in to order and they will give you a time for pick up.

I love their sweet sour pork - all lean meat and not chunks of fat and flour in tangy sauce. They have a wide selection of vegetables and their sambal sweet potato leaf is delicious. Stir fried broccoli with garlic is nice and "cheng". Ask them for what is available for the evening. Try the cereal prawn which has a tinge of chili padi hotness but not overwhelming. Bitter gourd omelet can be a little oily but tasty. Ask for oyster omelet if you like oysters. One dish meal include their fried rice, hor fun and fish with bitter gourd rice soup. All reasonably priced and yummy. Very home cooked taste.

They have lots more on their menu and all very good. It's a coffee shop so don't expect any ambience.

The adjoining coffee shop got taken over by a pizza joint. There went our favourite prata and tosai stall, nasi padang and mee rebus stall, fish ball noodle and laksa stall and great coffee shop kopi as well as a "mang chang" kuh stall. Now, only pastas and pizzas. Sigh... I hope this kopi tiam stays. Burp, burp, burp, burp for me!

Hup Choon Seafood

1 Binjai Park

Singapore 589818

Tel: 6468 4081

Open 5.30pm - 10pm

Rating by BURPS

5 BURPS - worth every burp - MUST go.

4 BURPS - try to go

3 BURPS - if got time then go

2 BURPS - let other people go

1 BURP - anyone also no need to go

0 BURP - DON'T go