Dear Readers

This is another touching story. Nobody would have imagine the trauma that the Japanese experience. God is great! I am especially touched with the story of the 9 year old japanese boy whom you can read it at the end of this article.

Always be thankful with the Gift of Life that God has given to us!


A Vietnamese Immigrant Writes from Fukishima


Tuesday March 22, 2011

http://berkeleydailyplanet.com/issue/2011-03-23/article/37546?headline=A-Vietnamese-Immigrant-Writes-from-Fukishima

Editor’s note: This letter, written by a Vietnamese immigrant working in Fukishima as a policeman to a friend in Vietnam, has been circulating on Facebook among the Vietnamese diaspora. It is an extraordinary testimony to the strength and dignity of the Japanese spirit, and an interesting slice of life near the epicenter of Japan’s current crisis, the Fukushima nuclear power plant. It was translated by NAM editor, Andrew Lam, author of East Eats West: Writing in Two Hemispheres.



Brother,

How are you and your family? These last few days, everything was in chaos. When I close my eyes, I see dead bodies. When I open my eyes, I also see dead bodies. Each one of us must work 20 hours a day, yet I wish there were 48 hours in the day, so that we could continue helping and rescuing folks.

We are without water and electricity, and food rations are near zero. We barely manage to move refugees before there are new orders to move them elsewhere.

I am currently in Fukushima, about 25 kilometers away from the nuclear power plant. I have so much to tell you that if I could write it all down, it would surely turn into a novel about human relationships and behaviors during times of crisis.

The other day I ran into a Vietnamese-American. His name is Toan. He is an engineer working at the Fukushima 1 nuclear plant, and he was wounded right at the beginning, when the earthquake struck. With the chaos that ensued, no one helped him communicate with his family. When I ran into him I contacted the US embassy, and I have to admit that I admire the Americans’ swift action: They sent a helicopter immediately to the hospital and took him to their military base.

But the foreign students from Vietnam are not so lucky. I still haven't received news of them. If there were exact names and addresses of where they work and so on, it would be easier to discover their fate. In Japan, the police do not keep accurate residential information the way they do in Vietnam, and privacy law here makes it even more difficult to find.

I met a Japanese woman who was working with seven Vietnamese women, all here as foreign students. Their work place is only 3 kilometers from the ocean and she said that they don’t really understand Japanese. When she fled, the students followed her, but when she checked back they were gone. Now she doesn't know if they managed to survive. She remembers one woman’s name: Nguyen thi Huyen (or Hien).

No representatives from the Vietnamese embassy have shown up, even though on the Vietnamese Internet news sites they claim to be very concerned about Vietnamese citizens in Japan - all of it a lie.

Even us policemen are going hungry and thirsty, so can you imagine what those Vietnamese foreign students are going through? The worst things here right now are the cold, the hunger and thirst, the lack of water and electricity.

People here remain calm - their sense of dignity and proper behavior are very good - so things aren’t as bad as they could be. But given another week, I can’t guarantee that things won't get to a point where we can no longer provide proper protection and order. They are humans after all, and when hunger and thirst override dignity, well, they will do whatever they have to do. The government is trying to provide air supply, bringing in food and medicine, but it’s like dropping a little salt into the ocean.

Brother, there are so many stories I want to tell you - so many, that I don’t know how to write them all. But there was a really moving incident. It involves a little Japanese boy who taught an adult like me a lesson on how to behave like a human being:

Last night, I was sent to a little grammar school to help a charity organization distribute food to the refugees. It was a long line that snaked this way and that and I saw a little boy around 9 years old. He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

It was getting very cold and the boy was at the very end of the line. I was worried that by the time his turn came there wouldn’t be any food left. So I spoke to him.

He said he was in the middle of PE at school when the earthquake happened. His father worked nearby and was driving to the school. The boy was on the third floor balcony when he saw the tsunami sweep his father’s car away. I asked him about his mother. He said his house is right by the beach and that his mother and little sister probably didn’t make it. He turned his head and wiped his tears when I asked about his relatives.

The boy was shivering so I took off my police jacket and put it on him. That’s when my bag of food ration fell out. I picked it up and gave it to him. “When it comes to your turn, they might run out of food. So here’s my portion. I already ate. Why don’t you eat it.”

The boy took my food and bowed. I thought he would eat it right away, but he didn't. He took the bag of food, went up to where the line ended and put it where all the food was waiting to be distributed. I was shocked. I asked him why he didn’t eat it and instead added it to the food pile …

He answered: “Because I see a lot more people hungrier than I am. If I put it there, then they will distribute the food equally.”

When I heard that I turned away so that people wouldn't see me cry. It was so moving -- a powerful lesson on sacrifice and giving. Who knew a 9-year-old in third grade could teach me a lesson on how to be a human being at a time of such great suffering? A society that can produce a 9- year-old who understands the concept of sacrifice for the greater good must be a great society, a great people.

It reminds me of a phrase that I once learned in school, a capitalist theory from the old man, Fuwa [Tetsuzo], chairman of the Japanese Communist Party: “If Marx comes back to life, he will have to add a phrase to his book, Capital, and that ‘Communist ideology is only successful in Japan.’”

Well, a few lines to send you and your family my warm wishes. The hours of my shift have begun again.

- Ha Minh Thanh

The Creative Economy

How People Make Money From Ideas
By: John Howkins

Penguin Paperback (2002)

I have always been fascinated by idea of Innovation & Creativity. This book explains more than the day to day things, but about how the world's economy develops by using ideas. People can understand more about the ideas of creative industries (which comprise of art, movies, software etc), cultural industries, creative cities (like in Silicon Valley) & creative classes/clusters

His six rules of a creative economy success is the simple:-
1) Invent yourself - be unique
2) Own your ideas - understand the copyrights laws
3) Know when to work alone, and when to work in a group
4) Learn endless. Borrow, reinvent and recycle
5) Exploit fame & celebrity
6) Know when to break the rules
* Personally, I agree more toward point No 4. This is just simply because life is a continuous life cycle thus we cant stop learning & then reinventing something old to be accepted as your own idea!

Overall, I rate this book as a very documented reseach project. There are nothing new to share, but it did able to advice us the thingst that we normally forgets. For instance, Howkins is able to share in great details the statistics of great Disney & Microsoft's progress and income

Again, I do not recomment this book to general public. But it is an ideal book for politicians, lecturers and captains of the selected industries.

The greatest impact that I found in this book is the conclusion which Howkin sums up at the very last page. It goes like this: "A society that stiffles or misuses its creative resources, and signs up the wrong property contract, cannot prosper. But if we understand and manage this new creative economy, individuals will profit and society will be rewarded".

The last farewell to my wife - Lee Kuan Yew

Dear readers... I am not going to edit or comment anything, this is just so beautiful!

http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/breakingviews/article/the-last-farewell-to-my-wife-lee-kuan-yew/

The last farewell to my wife — Lee Kuan Yew

October 06, 2010

Oct 6 — Ancient peoples developed and ritualised mourning practices to express the shared grief of family and friends, and together show not fear or distaste for death, but respect for the dead one; and to give comfort to the living who will miss the deceased.

I recall the ritual mourning when my maternal grandmother died some 75 years ago. For five nights the family would gather to sing her praises and wail and mourn at her departure, led by a practiced professional mourner.

Such rituals are no longer observed. My family’s sorrow is to be expressed in personal tributes to the matriarch of our family.

In October 2003 when she had her first stroke, we had a strong intimation of our mortality.

My wife and I have been together since 1947 for more than three quarters of our lives. My grief at her passing cannot be expressed in words. But today, when recounting our lives together, I would like to celebrate her life.

In our quiet moments, we would revisit our lives and times together. We had been most fortunate. At critical turning points in our lives, fortune favoured us.

As a young man with an interrupted education at Raffles College, and no steady job or profession, her parents did not look upon me as a desirable son-in-law. But she had faith in me.

We had committed ourselves to each other. I decided to leave for England in September 1946 to read law, leaving her to return to Raffles College to try to win one of the two Queen’s Scholarships awarded yearly. We knew that only one Singaporean would be awarded. I had the resources, and sailed for England, and hoped that she would join me after winning the Queen’s Scholarship.

If she did not win it, she would have to wait for me for three years.

In June the next year, 1947, she did win it. But the British colonial office could not get her a place in Cambridge.

Through Chief Clerk of Fitzwilliam, I discovered that my Censor at Fitzwilliam, W S Thatcher, was a good friend of the Mistress of Girton, Miss Butler.

He gave me a letter of introduction to the Mistress. She received me and I assured her that Choo would most likely take a “First”, because she was the better student when we both were at Raffles College.

I had come up late by one

term to Cambridge, yet passed my first year qualifying examination with a class 1. She studied Choo’s academic record and decided to admit her in October that same year, 1947.

We have kept each other company ever since. We married privately in December 1947 at Stratford-upon-Avon. At Cambridge, we both put in our best efforts. She took a first in two years in Law Tripos II. I took a double first, and a starred first for the finals, but in three years.

We did not disappoint our tutors. Our Cambridge Firsts gave us a good start in life. Returning to Singapore, we both were taken on as legal assistants in Laycock & Ong, a

thriving law firm in Malacca Street. Then we married officially a second time that September 1950 to please our parents and friends. She practised conveyancing and draftsmanship, I did litigation.

In February 1952, our first son Hsien Loong was born. She took maternity leave for a year.

That February, I was asked by John Laycock, the Senior Partner, to take up the case of the Postal and Telecommunications Uniformed Staff Union, the postmen’s union.

They were negotiating with the government for better terms and conditions of service. Negotiations were deadlocked and they decided to go on strike. It was a battle for public support. I was able to put across the reasonableness of their case through the press and radio. After a fortnight, they won concessions from the government. Choo, who was at home on maternity leave, pencilled through my draft statements, making them simple and clear.

Over the years, she influenced my writing style. Now I write in short sentences, in the active voice. We gradually influenced each other’s ways and habits as we adjusted and accommodated each other.

We knew that we could not stay starry-eyed lovers all our lives; that life was an on-going challenge with new problems to resolve and manage.

We had two more children, Wei Ling in 1955 and Hsien Yang in 1957. She brought them up to be well-behaved, polite, considerate and never to throw their weight as the prime minister’s children.

As a lawyer, she earned enough, to free me from worries about the future of our children.

She saw the price I paid for not having mastered Mandarin when I was young. We decided to send all three children to Chinese kindergarten and schools.

She made sure they learned English and Malay well at home. Her nurturing has equipped them for life in a multi-lingual region.

We never argued over the upbringing of our children, nor over financial matters. Our earnings and assets were jointly held. We were each other’s confidant.

She had simple pleasures. We would walk around the Istana gardens in the evening, and I hit golf balls to relax.

Later, when we had grandchildren, she would take them to feed the fish and the swans in the Istana ponds. Then we would swim. She was interested in her surroundings, for instance, that many bird varieties were pushed out by mynahs and crows eating

up the insects and vegetation.

She discovered the curator of the gardens had cleared wild grasses and swing fogged for mosquitoes, killing off insects they fed on. She stopped this and the bird varieties returned. She surrounded the swimming pool with free flowering scented flowers and derived great pleasure smelling them as she swam.

She knew each flower by its popular and botanical names. She had an enormous capacity for words.

She had majored in English literature at Raffles College and was a voracious reader, from Jane Austen to JRR Tolkien, from Thucydides’ The Peloponnesian Wars to Virgil’s Aeneid, to The Oxford Companion to Food, and Seafood of Southeast Asia, to Roadside Trees of Malaya, and Birds of Singapore.

She helped me draft the Constitution of the PAP. For the inaugural meeting at Victoria Memorial Hall on 4 November 1954, she gathered the wives of the founder members to sew rosettes for those who were going on stage.

In my first election for Tanjong Pagar, our home in Oxley Road, became the HQ to assign cars provided by my supporters to ferry voters to the polling booth.

She warned me that I could not trust my new found associates, the leftwing trade unionists led by Lim Chin Siong. She was furious that he never sent their high school student helpers to canvass for me in Tanjong Pagar, yet demanded the use of cars provided by my supporters to ferry my Tanjong Pagar voters.

She had an uncanny ability to read the character of a person. She would sometimes warn me to be careful of certain persons; often, she turned out to be right.

When we were about to join Malaysia, she told me that we would not succeed because the UMNO Malay leaders had such different lifestyles and because their politics were communally-based, on race and religion.

I replied that we had to make it work as there was no better choice. But she was right.

We were asked to leave Malaysia before two years.

When separation was imminent, Eddie Barker, as Law Minister, drew up the draft legislation for the separation. But he did not include an undertaking by the Federation Government to guarantee the observance of the two water agreements between the PUB and the Johor state government. I asked Choo to include this. She drafted the undertaking as part of the constitutional amendment of the Federation of Malaysia Constitution itself.

She was precise and meticulous in her choice of words. The amendment statute was annexed to the Separation Agreement, which we then registered with the United Nations.

The then Commonwealth Secretary Arthur Bottomley said that if other federations were to separate, he hoped they would do it as professionally as Singapore and Malaysia.

It was a compliment to Eddie’s and Choo’s professional skills. Each time Malaysian Malay leaders threatened to cut off our water supply, I was reassured that this clear and solemn international undertaking by the Malaysian government in its Constitution will get us a ruling by the UNSC (United Nations Security Council).

After her first stroke, she lost her left field of vision. This slowed down her reading. She learned to cope, reading with the help of a ruler. She swam every evening and kept fit. She continued to travel with me, and stayed active despite the stroke. She stayed in touch with her family and old friends.

She listened to her collection of CDs, mostly classical, plus some golden oldies. She jocularly divided her life into “before stroke” and “after stroke”, like BC and AD.

She was friendly and considerate to all associated with her. She would banter with her WSOs (woman security officers) and correct their English grammar and pronunciation in a friendly and cheerful way. Her former WSOs visited her when she was at NNI. I thank them all.

Her second stroke on 12 May 2008 was more disabling. I encouraged and cheered her on, helped by a magnificent team of doctors, surgeons, therapists and nurses.

Her nurses, WSOs and maids all grew fond of her because she was warm and considerate. When she coughed, she would take her small pillow to cover her mouth because she worried for them and did not want to infect them.

Her mind remained clear but her voice became weaker. When I kissed her on her cheek, she told me not to come too close to her in case I caught her pneumonia.

I assured her that the doctors did not think that was likely because I was active.

When given some peaches in hospital, she asked the maid to take one home for my lunch. I was at the centre of her life.

On 24 June 2008, a CT scan revealed another bleed again on the right side of her brain. There was not much more that medicine or surgery could do except to keep her comfortable.

I brought her home on 3 July 2008. The doctors expected her to last a few weeks. She lived till 2nd October, 2 years and 3 months.

She remained lucid. They gave time for me and my children to come to terms with the inevitable. In the final few months, her faculties declined. She could not speak but her cognition remained.

She looked forward to have me talk to her every evening.

Her last wish she shared with me was to enjoin our children to have our ashes placed together, as we were in life.

The last two years of her life were the most difficult. She was bedridden after small successive strokes; she could not speak but she was still cognisant.

Every night she would wait for me to sit by her to tell her of my day’s activities and to read her favourite poems. Then she would sleep.

I have precious memories of our 63 years together. Without her, I would be a different man, with a different life. She devoted herself to me and our children.

She was always there when I needed her. She has lived a life full of warmth and meaning.

I should find solace at her 89 years of her life well lived. But at this moment of the final parting, my heart is heavy with sorrow and grief.

* This eulogy by Singapore’s Minister Mentor Lee Kuan Yew was delivered at the funeral service of his wife, Madam Kwa Geok Choo at a private ceremony at Mandai Cremetorium today.

Losing Your Job: A New Beginning?

In my short lifespan, I have done some "not so great things". Among all I have given the golden handshake to 216 good men and women, of which 8 were "executed this year 2010". All this is done in the name of the infamous "right sizing exercise"

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I stumble upon this blog some few months back: http://taxidiary.blogspot.com/. This blog is the recollection of probably the only taxi driver in the world who has a PhD from Stanford University. Dr Cai (his actual name + a well deserved salutation) got a string of scientific accomplishments, a good family life but lost his job due to unexplainable circumstances. Because of his unique qualification, he is unable to find another job. So, like all the other good Singaporean, Dr Cai turned to the last job on the list - to become a taxi driver.

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He blogs for fun ...well actually to make his dull job more interesting. But, he decided to compile into a book when his site hits becomes unusually high from readers all over the world. And he makes quite good money of it!

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If you have the chance to buy the buy, please do so as its a good book for collection. Its available via amazon.com. Nevertheless, if you dont then just read his blog. Only recently he stopped blogging because he has found a new job - after being the honorable taxi man for about 2 years!

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In another perspective, Russia has announced that they are going to cut 100,000 bureucratics jobs by 2013. This right sizing exercise is highly criticised because of the lagging world economy today, but much needed in order to reduce cost and modernize the country. Its was reported that Russia will be able to save USD$1.4 billion dollars by the 3rd year of this exercise. You can read this in http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/afp_world/view/1082319/1/.html

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A savings of USD1.4b a good number to boast, but what will happen to:-

1) the man/woman who lost their jobs?

2) the family of the man who lost their jobs?

3) the overall spending power of the city of the man who lost their jobs?

4) the banks that give loans to the man who lost their jobs?

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Then comes to the economic and social questions:-

1) will there be a probable increase in crime?

2) will there be an increase of homeless people?

3) will the private sector able to create more new jobs?

4) will these people ever be employed again?

5) how long can they survive without a job?

6) will there be suicides?

7) will there be mental disorder?

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My number of 216 is very small if compared to the 100,000 planned job slash by the Russian government. I got a few friends in Moscow who sometimes write emails to me complaining that they are still jobless while having the pressure to cope with the high living cost there. I wonder what will happen to them in the next few months.

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When I did the right sizing exercise I make sure that they can survive at least 12 months without working. Whenever possible, I try to find alternative jobs to them. Well... that the least that I can do. But, I dont know how they plan to execute that in Russia.

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If these people are not job selective, probably we can see more scholars with PhD driving taxis in Russia. This could be an interesting change, right?

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But above all, it is never a good feeling to lose your job. I did 216, and I am not proud of it!

It's Not About The Coffee

Leadership Principles from a Life at Starbucks

- Howard Behar

I wasn't a fan of coffee until I had my first cup at Coffee Bean some fifteen years ago. But, I can't afford to have it regularly as it was pricey in comparison to my salary those days. Today, I am addicted to gourmet coffee, well the very least coffees served either one of the followings Gloria Jeans, Starbucks and Coffee Beans & Tea Leaves. I have also discoverd the Highland Coffee, one of the famous brands in Vietnam, UCC Cafes of Japan and Old Town Kopitam in Malaysia.

Green coffee beans also means a lot to me as I am responsible to redesign new global coffee supply chain. That creates more appreciation for me as an avid coffee drinker

Regardless, this book is actually all about coffee! Its the inside story behind how Starbucks leadership management expands. My only reservation is that, this might be the personal experience of Howard Behar and not Starbucks as the whole. I read this as a common sense approach to leadership development which may be good for new leaders and veterans who needs the extra push to achieve organizational excellence.

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In summary, there are 10 principles that Howard Behar applies in running the company:-

1) Know who you are: wear one HAT only

2) Know why you are here: do it because its right, not because its right for your resume

3) Think independently: the person who sweeps the floor should choose the broom.

4) Build trust: care like you really mean it

5) Listen for the truth: the walls talk

6) Be accountable: only the truth sounds like the truth

7) Take actions: think like a person of action and act like a person of thought

8) Face challanges: we are human being first

9) Parctise leadership: the big noise and still, the small noise

10) Dare to dream: say yes, the most powerful word in the world

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Personal Review

Unless you are an avid fan of Starbucks, I don't fancy to recommend this book! All the 183 pages of this book has been summarized from No 1 to 10 as above

Bride Kidnapping Culture

What is the craziest thing that you do in the name of love? I have friends who send flowers to his lady everyday for months, I knew some guys who purposely waited in front of the lady office for hours just to catch the glimpse of her, I knew at least 2 friends who said "I miss the lady so much that seing the roof of the house would ease the pain", I have some friends who failed to complete their degrees because of rejections, I knew & I have seen a lot of things that people do in the name of love!

But I have never seen anyone kidnapping a lady to make her his bride!

Last Friday 3rd Sept 2010, I saw BBC Special report on "Stolen Brides and Life on Exile for Chechnya". I was surprised to know that bride stealing/kidnapping are centuries old tradition of the Chechen people! If a man likes a woman, then he is allowed to kidnap the lady and take her home to see his parents. But, he is not supposed to touch her. The man's parents then is supposed to contact the lady's parents to ask the blessing for marriage. 99% of the time, the lady's parents will say "yes"!

Unthinkable right?

I then started to surf the internet. Interestingly I found the TV report in BBC News. You can also download the full report via podcast & BBC iPlayer. Trust me, this is a very interesting report that you are strongly recommended to download it. http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/programmes/from_our_own_correspondent/8891579.stm

... a month ago on her way home from college in the Chechen capital of Grozny, she (please see the attached photo) was snatched off the street and bundled into the car by a man she barely knew. A week later she was Bogdan Khazhiev's wife...

"Its the law of our grandfathers", Bogdan said. "We have to respect our Chechen traditions, You have to become a Chechen to understand this tradition!"

Some disturbing facts:-
1) Kyrgyzstan - despite of its illegality, bride kidnapping which is also know as ala kachuu is an accepted and common way of taking a wife
2) Kazakstan - bride kidnapping can be devided into consensual and non consensual abductions. Dont's ask me what as I am also confused about this!
3) Uzbekistan/Karakalpakstan - nearly one fifth of all marriages are initiated by bride kidnappings!
4) Dagestan, Chechnya & Ingushetia - bride kidnapping is a culture.
5) Under the Russian law - a kidnapper who refuses to release his "bride" can be sentenced from 8 to 10 years imprisonment, BUT a kidnapper will not be prosecuted if he release the victim or marries her with consent!
6) China - bride kidnapping maybe is the answer to have a wife because of China's strict one child per family. Sometimes these brides will be sold to rural China areas up to the distant Mongolia
7) Bulgaria - this is a non contestable acceptable culture
8) Others (Hmong, Mexico (Tzeltal community), Roma (Gypsies), etc etc. You will be amazed of the facts!

Women activist have been active to condem this centuries old tradition. But, I dont this it will be taken seriously by the sincere "husbands-to-be". After all their intention is so pure and never did they have any intention to hurt the ladies. All the boys wanted is to have a lawful wife!

So, how far will you go in search of love?

The Games We Used To Play

Datuk Lat has many fond memories of his childhood. He live life to the fullest during those days. The thot to blog came when I happen to stumble across these websites http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lat & http://knizam.com/2007/11/

This memoirs is just another example of how modernization has taken over our past childlhood

Years ago, we used to play games like gasing, layang-layang, polis sentri and teng-teng. Dont forget too the other warisan budaya Malaysia games like batu seremban, congkak, galah panjang (there are too many version for this), cari cucu and also Guli (my favourite game of course!). For those who already forgot about the games you can refer back to this website http://malaysiana.pnm.my/

Life in the kampung too is not complete if you cant climb the trees, catch some spiders (to put in your matchbox - do we have match boxes nowadays?), to try to fish at the drains, trapping birds etc. Of course there are still the ever dangerous "meriam buluh", which is still being played now due to its explosiveness and the thrill to claim the title of the "King of the Meriam". I still consider this paragraph as games as it has very special meaning to the kampung lifestyle

Then we got the fascination to play board games like Monopoly, Mind Reader, Risk etc. UNO is also such a wonderful delight those days

As techonology develops, we are more inclined to play more technological savvy games like Gameboy, Pacman, SuperMarios, Atari etc .. that is supposed to sharpen your reflexes!

Then we have come to our working phrase of our lives. How boring can work be without the ever time fulfilling games of Solitaire and Minesweepers!

Later came the demand for Playstation 1. Then comes Playstation 2. Now its Playstation 3! Xbox & Wii too has been the talking point to many of us

Maybe, in the short future... games on iPhone would be in demand. I am pretty sure about it!

The fact is that over the years... we have develop ourselves/our children to become couch potatoes. We no longer go outside to sweat and "discover" new frontiers. Our children hardly go out to ride bicycles in the evening because of the fear of traffic & the thought of child kidnappers.
I wonder what is going to happen to us in the next few years. Are we going back to basic? Or are we moving elsewhere?

I also wonder that if eventually when I retire and live back at kampung, can I survive with just RM100 per month? This RM100 is only to pay my Astro bills, electrcity and water. For I plan to live the frugal life; or a life of a farmer who rears my own chicken & plant my own grains & vegetables!

And so, the war between these companies would continue to be heated in in the years to come: Nintendo, Playstation 4(coming soon), Xbox and iPhone! Gone would be the traditional games...I hope not to happen (coming from the wise words of a Jedi Master)!!