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Wednesday, October 29, 2008

KLIA's website requires updating

NST Letters
2008/10/29
Outdated information: KLIA's website requires updating
By : Liz , Kuala Lumpur

IF you log on to the Kuala Lumpur International Airport website, there is a banner at the top proudly saying "KLIA, world's best airport".
But no one has bothered to update the website for years.

For instance, under buses, the site still displays the airport bus services to Hentian Duta and Jalan Chan Sow Lin in Kuala Lumpur.

Those services were stopped three years ago and have been changed to KL Sentral station.

This is misleading for tourists who expect to get accurate information of bus services.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Commercialisation takes over Halloween

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Commercialisation takes over Halloween

Halloween merchandises: Halloween has become a lucrative season in the western world that even malls in Asian cities such as Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, are jumping on the bandwagon. Picture: BT/Liz Price

Sunday, October 26, 2008

ALL over the world, there are people from all walks of life, religions and cultures who fear frightening but imagined supernatural events

Halloween is celebrated in many countries on October 31st. And that's five days from today. It has its origins from an ancient Celtic festival celebrated in Ireland to mark the end of the harvest season. In those days the Celts prepared for winter, and at the end of October. During the festivals the Celts would light bonfires, and wear costumes and masks.

The name Halloween is a shortened form of "All Hallows Even", meaning the evening before "All Hallows Day". Nowadays in America it is traditional to place a candle in a hollowed out pumpkin. These lanterns originated in Europe and were mostly carved from turnips. Holes were cut to represent a face, as the people believed the head is the most important part of the body as it contains the spirit.

These carved heads are called jack-o'-lanterns. They were commonly left on the doorstep to keep the house free from unwanted ghostly visitors.

Today people have forgotten, or even don't know about the traditions of Halloween. In the USA and other countries, the night of October 31 is an exciting one for children. They dress up in fancy costumes and go out trick-or-treating.

The practice of dressing up in costumes and begging door to door for treats goes back to the Middle Ages. Trick-or-treating resembles the late medieval practice of "souling" when poor people would go door to door on Hallowmas (November 1), receiving food in return for prayers for the dead on All Souls Day (November 2). Today the costumes are quite elaborate, resembling supernatural and scary beings such as witches, skeletons, vampires, ghosts and devils.

Some children dress up to look cuter, and may wear a fairy outfit, or a princess or angel costume. Others may choose a pumpkin outfit, or even a cat or clown and also there are more modern designs from Star Wars characters, and Spider Man and Power Ranger.

Trick-or-treating is when children go from house to house in costumes, asking for treats such as confectionery with the question, "trick or treat?" If the householder doesn't give a treat, then the children threaten to play a trick on the homeowner or his property.

Trick-or-treating is one of the main traditions of Halloween. It has become socially expected that if one lives in a neighbourhood with children one should purchase treats in preparation for trick-or-treaters.

This activity has become quite commercial and has spread from the US to the UK and other parts of Europe, and has even reached Asia.

Last year I saw Malaysian children going around trick-or-treating. This is partly due to the increase in American cultural influence from exposure to television, but also shops have jumped on the bandwagon in Asia, and are prominently displaying Halloween items. This commercialism is having negative effects.

Children get greedy and now expect to be treated. The trick part can be something simple such as children telling a joke or poem, or playing the mouth organ. Some throw eggs at windows.

But now there is a growing worry that the trick part could get out of hand, as kids have even spray painted cars.

In the United Kingdom residents are advised by the police to hang out a "no trick-or-treat" sign if they don't want to be disturbed.

In these modern days where safety is always a concern, some parents drop their children off by car, which is also decorated for the occasion. The parents can keep an eye on their offspring, and the kids can then put all their treats in the car if they collect too many to carry.

Also there is an increasing trend for children to do their trick-or-treating in shopping malls.

Other aspects of Halloween include bonfires, and costume parties. Traditional games played during the parties include bobbing for apples, in which apples float in a large basin of water, and the participants must use their teeth to remove an apple from the basin.

Apples are associated with Halloween as they have been harvested around that time. Toffee apples are another favourite food item for these holidays. People may carve a jack-o'-lantern from a pumpkin. Some families will read scary ghost stories to each other, or watch a horror film. In some places ghost tours are arranged, where people can visit haunted attractions, or visit a theme park.

So watch out for those wandering ghosts ... or trick-or-treating children on October 31st!

The Brunei Times


Isaan area of Thailand

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Venturing into the heart of Northeastern Thailand

Isaan country: A woman weaving silk. Picture: BT/Liz Price

Sunday, October 26, 2008

THE village street consisted of about 10 houses and yet there was a hive of activity quietly taking place. Women were going about their daily chores, some were making handicrafts. Animals lazed around. The men were conspicuous by their absence. Maybe they were working in the fields although from what we had seen earlier, it seemed to be mostly women who were planting rice and attending to the corn. The men were sitting on the tractors watching!

This area of Khon Kaen is in the heart of Isaan country. Isaan is a general term for northeastern Thailand, from the Sanskrit name for the medieval kingdom Isana, which encompassed parts of Cambodia and northeastern Thailand. The area is less developed than the rest of Thailand and has comparatively few tourists. There are many archaeological sites scattered around the 18 provinces which form this region, which is also famous for its silk and cotton.

The best silk in Thailand is said to come from the northeast. There are several silk weaving towns and the finished products are cheaper than in other parts of Thailand. Many of the rural villages have cottage industries and we stopped at one to watch the weaving process.

One lady was spinning the cotton, teasing out the knotty strands and winding them neatly onto a large spool. Although the cotton is still grown locally, and silk still harvested from the silkworm cocoons, much of the materials used nowadays are bought from the town of Loei. Other ladies were weaving the yarn on looms. The white cotton thread was wound around the large framework of the loom, and coloured yarn was woven in according to the pattern. It was a laborious process requiring much patience and concentration. I was surprised to see one lady using green string to form the pattern of her material. This looked like the normal plastic string used so commonly in Asia and I imagined this would give a rough feel to the finished product.

There are actually two methods, one is the tie-dye, and the other is ikat in which the cotton is tie-dyed before the weaving. Many of the ladies wear the traditional skirts and blouses as part of their everyday attire. It reminded me of the Indonesian ikat. Most common is the geometric, diamond-grid pattern. Some women were laying out chillies to dry in the sun; others were attending to the livestock which were relaxing under the stilted houses. It was all very peaceful. The children were obviously at school as there were none to be seen.

One villager came out with some sticky rice wrapped in leaves for us to try. I enjoy trying the rice packets in Thailand as you never know what will be inside, sometimes it is sweet, and sometimes it is savoury, so it's a pot luck affair. We wandered down to the nearby river and it was quite busy with traffic, mostly of the non-vehicular kind.

White ducks were swimming, paddling quite hard in an effort not to get swept downstream. The river was swollen from rain, and the water was brown, so I wondered how the ducks stayed white; I imagined the muddy water would stain them!

Ladies were crossing the river with empty baskets on their way to the fields. A man came to the water's edge with a small herd of cows. At first the cows looked dubious about entering the water, they obviously knew it was deeper than usual, and were unsure of their footing.

The lead one was persuaded into the swirling water and the rest followed suit. They looked quite comical swimming diagonally against the current. Next to entertain us was a tractor with a few workers aboard. The tractors in this part of Thailand consist of a wooden platform which forms the trailer body, and two to three metres long handles lead to the tractor with the engine. It reminded me of the long tailed boats so commonly seen in Thailand. We were in the heart of farming country.

By now it was time for lunch. The Isaan culture has good food, known for its pungency and choice of ingredients, the specialities being chicken and sausage. We stopped at a series of roadside stalls, which were all selling spicy chicken. The chicken pieces are flattened and stuck onto bamboo skewers and grilled by the roadside. One enterprising lady had some skewered pieces of chicken and was standing at the roadside waving her wares to entice passing motorists. It worked, because we stopped. The chicken looked no different from the chicken sold at street stalls all over Thailand, but the taste was good. We ate it with glutinous rice and chilli sauce as an accompaniment.

Later that day we tried the som-tam, a spicy salad made with grated papaya, lime juice, garlic, fish sauce and fresh chillies. As the combination of tastes hit the palate, it is a bit of a shock and makes the mouth tingle, but soon you realise how delicious it is. That afternoon we stopped at Tham Erawan, a famous cave off the Wang Saphung to Udon Thani road.

You can clearly see the cave from several kilometres away. A large seated Buddha sits in the entrance, which is high up the cliff face. Tham Erawan is one of the most famous caves in this area.

About 600 steps lead up to the cave. After much huffing and puffing I reached the entrance with the huge sitting Buddha which gazes out over the plains and across to the other limestone hills in the distance. The cave is huge, there were a few very large stalagmites, and the roof was some 40m above my head.

Luckily there was some electric lighting as I had stupidly left my torch in the car. It was worth the effort of the climb as the cave size was so impressive.

After we left the cave there was monsoon rain and we were treated to a spectacular sight of a double rainbow.

There were two rainbows, side by side. It was quite a spectacular end to our day in Isaan country.

The Brunei Times


Thursday, October 23, 2008

Papan Memories (Star)

THE STAR LIFESTYLE
Saturday September 22, 2007
Papan memories
By LIZ PRICE

A town in ruins still has many memories to cherish.

It was an ethereal experience, walking among ruined buildings on an almost moonless night, with only the flickering lights of candles to guide our steps.

Branches of invading trees clawed their way up the old stone walls, looking like the tentacles of a giant wooden octopus covering the buildings. You could almost imagine the ghosts lurking in the shadows.

Papan is one of the smallest and oldest towns in Malaysia, and part of its charm is that half of the town lies in ruins. It is almost a ghost town, yet many of the buildings are still occupied. Some have even been freshly painted.




Falling apart, but still interesting: Part of the charm of Papan, Perak, is that half of the town lies in ruins.

It was incongruous to see a row of three buildings, one a total ruin, the next one sporting a new coat of paint and the third in its original state. Facing these, across the road was a row of derelict buildings with trees almost covering the masonry, and birds swooping in and out, enjoying the wilderness.

No. 74 Main Street, Papan, must be one of the most famous addresses in Perak. It was from this building during the Japanese Occupation that Sybil Kathigasu ran a clinic with physician husband, Dr. A.C. Kathigasu. They gave medical aid to the Perak People Anti-Japanese Army (PPAJA) and Force 136 operatives, who were hiding in the hills of Papan.

(The PPAJA was later to merge and become the Malayan People Anti-Japanese Army or MPAJA).

For her troubles, Sybil was arrested and tortured by the Japanese. She eventually died from the wounds she suffered as a prisoner of war. Sybil, a Eurasian, was the only Malayan woman ever awarded the George Medal for bravery.

No. 74 still stands and is today a memorial known as “Sybil’s Clinic Papan”. It is maintained by Law Siak Hong, who has devoted much of his time in preserving and setting up the old clinic as a historical attraction. He has also organised several historical events in Papan.

Law is president of the Perak Heritage Society (PHS), and it was due to him and also the PHS, that the “Papan Memories” night took place on Aug 18 to commemorate the 50th anniversary of Merdeka and the 62nd anniversary of the end of World War II.

A pleasing number of people turned up for this event, many of them expats living in Ipoh and KL. It was a good chance for people to look around No. 74 and to learn a bit about the history of Papan through the photos and exhibits on display.

Papan has always been associated with tin, but its name Papan means “plank” in Malay and probably refers to its early days in the mid 19th century when the settlement came into being as a timber town.
At the time about 200 Malays and 200 Chinese worked there in a lumber settlement.

Then immigrant Mandailings from West Sumatra came to Papan after the Klang War, and settled in late 1870s and early 1880s, after their leader, Raja Asal was awarded mining rights to the land and later the penghulu-ship.

By the 1880s Papan was an important area for tin mining, with 13 mines in operation. A dam was built by the Mandailings, possibly with the help of the Chinese, to supply hydraulic power to the mines. More Chinese arrived in Papan to work in the mines and the town grew.

Due to the abundant alluvial tin, Papan grew rich.

Streets were laid out by the 1890s and, by the turn of the 20th century, the main street had more than 100 shophouses and public buildings. Morning markets were held at the lower end of town. There was a school, post office and government dispensary. Entertainment was confined to the upper end of town, where there was a Cantonese opera theatre, brothels and opium dens.

The Papan mosque was completed in 1888, built in the character of the mosques in Mandailing. It has a large timber hall raised on piles and a double-tiered roof. The mosque still stands today, next to the Rumah Besar, which was built in 1896. The original Kwan Yin temple was built in 1874. Many of the mansions and other buildings are still in existence today.

The town grew in population during the Japanese Occupation. Thousands of war refugees fled to Papan in December 1941, after the Japanese bombed Ipoh. Papan acquired the reputation of being “a bad place” during the Occupation, for the MPAJA and Force 136 operated here. It was during this period that Sybil and her husband ran their clinic.

Examples of medical tools and medicine bottles used then are on display in the clinic. Looking around the exhibits is a moving experience when you think of the atrocities that took place.

Having learnt the history, some visitors went for a boat ride on a mining pond at the back of the town. Others went exploring and ventured into some of the ruins.

Trees are taking over and invading these houses, some of which still have old furniture in place. Amazingly, some houses looked deserted, but are still lived in.

At dusk everyone gathered for a buffet supper of local delicacies and war-time specialties. For some of the foreign visitors, it was the first time they tried tapioca. There was even a large birthday cake for Malaysia’s 50th Merdeka.

After eating, everyone went to the basketball court for a short performance by dancers from Yuk Choy High School, Ipoh. The first dance, Do Not Discard, was all about remembering our past, traditions and heritage. The second featured 1930s music to reflect Papan’s days of glory.

It was the perfect setting – the area was lit by candles and the dancers were illuminated by car headlights. The music and costumes completed the effect. After the last dance, the spectators picked up the candles and, led by Law, went for a candlelit walk around the ruins.

If there are any ghosts in Papan, they were in hiding that night. At least one house, No. 2, is reputed to be haunted. Papan is a fascinating place, and hopefully will remain standing for decades to come.

Sybil Kathigasu's grave in Ipoh


Sybil Kathigasu is best known for her connection with PAPAN. After her torture at the hands of the Japanese during the Japanese occupation of Malaya, Sybil died in 1948 in Britain and was buried in Scotland, However her body was later returned to Ipoh and she was laid to rest in the Catholic cemetery at St Michaels Church (not to be confused with St Michael's Institution).



[Additional note from Law Siak Hong - The coffin with her body was exhumed and put inside another coffin and brought back to Ipoh by ship to Penang, then by train to Ipoh.]





Her husband Dr Kathigasu is buried in the Catholic cemetery at Tambun.

For more on Papan, see Papan Memories.

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Sunday, October 19, 2008

Travel made easy

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Travel made easy

Picture: BT/Liz Price
  

Sunday, October 19, 2008

MY LOVE of travelling was instilled in me from a very early age; in fact probably even before I was born. My first overseas trip took place about three or four months before I was born, when my mother carried me up the Eiffel Tower in Paris. Needless to say I didn't see any of the view, nor do I remember it.

When I was a child, we were lucky enough to have foreign holidays each year. Back in those days booking a holiday was a different procedure from today. There were no computers then. When my parents first started going on overseas holidays some 50 years ago, it was a matter of planning, discussing, reading and waiting.

It was a time of great excitement. The family would go down to the local travel agent and browse through all the brochures. Having got an armful of literature, we would then talk to the girl in the travel agency. The next step was to go home and spend a couple of weeks or so browsing through all the holidays on offer. Although we all joined in, it was always dad who made the decisions. If it was left to us we'd probably still be deciding the following winter. Once a destination was chosen, we would make a booking. It was only some days later that we would receive the tickets, documentation etc. Then the excitement would really build.

Much has changed over the decades. Today most people have computers, and there is the choice of the Internet or telephone bookings. The brochures can be seen online, and the booking forms are there as well. There are credit cards and electronic payment systems. I can't remember when I last went to a travel agent.

Not only has the Internet made life so much easier for the traveller in the 21st century, it has increased options and lowered fares. There is such a huge selection of companies at the click of the mouse. Gone are the days of walking into one travel agency, and being restricted to what they sold.

Today, even the small tour companies advertise on the Internet. Some companies will even "tailor-make" packages to suit clients. And, of course, the choice of flights is huge. Now the world is your oyster.

From the comfort of your home or office, you can pick the cheapest flight for a day and time that suits you, book it online, pay for it online, and collect the ticket at the airport immediately before departure. And with the advent of cheap, no-frills airlines, the consumer is in his element. This has brought on a price war, which of course is all to the advantage of the traveller.

You can also book a rental car and arrange to pick it up from the airport on arrival. Alternatively you can book train or bus tickets. You would probably have already made your hotel reservations too.

Another thing that has changed over the years is money — getting hold of foreign currencies. In the good old days, we always used to buy traveller's cheques and foreign cash, and this meant paying commission to the supplier. Often we had to pay another commission to the agent cashing the cheques when abroad. If any surplus money or cheques were sold back after the holiday, this again meant commission. So the traveller lost out every time.

Today Automated Teller Machines (ATMs) have become the norm. They can be found in most countries. And the beauty of the machines is that they invariably have instructions in English as well as the home language.

Many people are reluctant to use their cards in the "hole-in-the-wall" overseas, fearing they will lose their card if the machine swallows it up. I've used my card on several continents, and, touch wood, I've never had a problem.

Admittedly I've had a couple of minor mishaps, when I've got into a muddle over the number of zeros, and mistakenly withdrew a ridiculously small amount of money. This happened once in Indonesia.

Another time was in Johannesburg, South Africa. I was well aware that the crime rate there was really high, so I was a bit wary of using the ATM. In my fumbling, I miscalculated a simple exchange rate of 10:1, and withdrew the princely sum of about US$10 ($14.797). The queue behind me grew even longer as I tried another transaction.

I know you may pay a service fee to use the card, but the convenience is well worth it. It saves carrying around wads of cash, and saves having to work out in advance how much money to take with you. And if you want to make an unexpected purchase or take an unplanned tour, you can do it with your plastic money.

With all this advanced modern technology, travelling has become easier. And hopefully everybody benefits.

Prices have come down and options have increased. With the electronic booking systems, less human manpower is required, which saves on salaries, and so these reductions can, hopefully, be passed to the consumer. Happy planning. Bon voyage!

The Brunei Times


Crime in KL

I made the news today, but not for good reasons !

 SUNDAY STAR News

Sunday October 19, 2008

At the mercy of thieves

By RASHVINJEET S.BEDI


Sunday Star, in the course of doing a story on the rising crime rate, didn’t have far to go in search of victims. Many Star employees have had chilling encounters with snatch thieves and burglars.
AS a reporter, there have been times when it has been quite tough for me to find the right people to interview for stories. When it came to the subject of crime, however, almost everyone I approached knew someone who was a victim, if they were not one themselves.
No wonder someone once remarked that crime pays for reporters. In my office alone, at least three of my colleagues or their family members were victims of crime in the past week alone, whether it’s a house break-in or a snatch theft.
In the past few years, the latter has gained a lot of media coverage because a number of people have died as a result of snatch-thefts.
Female victims
The classic tale of snatch-theft is that of the female victim who is attacked from behind by two people on a motorcycle. This was exactly what happened to my colleague Renita whose mobile phone was snatched from her while she was talking by the side of the road.
Renita was shocked and shouted after the thieves, but the pillion rider turned back and had the cheek to call her bodoh (stupid). Fortunately, they missed her handbag, which was on the other shoulder, and she was not injured.
She made a police report and she says the police personnel were helpful although they said it would be almost impossible to recover her phone, which was only two months’ old at the time.
“I have decided never to use an expensive phone again, and nowadays I only use it in my car,” she says.
A colleague’s wife, C. S. Tan, was not as lucky to escape injuries. She had just come out of a bank in Bandar Puteri Puchong at about 1.45pm after conducting some company work and was walking towards her friend’s car. The next thing you know she was hit on her head from behind.
“When I woke up, I was in the hospital,” she says.
She lost her handbag which contained her handphone, keys, credit cards, driving licence, identity card, office keys and ATM cards.
“If they want to take money, they should go ahead and take it. Just don’t hurt others,” says Tan who had to have two stitches.
Police told her there were many cases in the area but hers was the first one carried out in daylight.
“Now, whenever I hear a motorbike, I feel jittery,” she says.
Even the elderly are not spared, as Ching, another colleague, relates the tale of her mother Madam Tan, 70, who was on her way to meet friends after a morning walk, a daily routine for many years.
“She was walking back after getting the newspaper when a car whisked past her and suddenly stopped. My mother knew the occupants were up to no good and started turning back,” relates Ching.
The car, however, was reversed quickly, knocking Madam Tan to the ground with an open back door. The assailants pulled off her gold chain and drove away.
Madam Tan, who was only carrying a small purse, sustained cuts and bled from her head. Fortunately, a group of youngsters helped her to a clinic and contacted her family.
“My mother does not dare to go out alone anymore,” says Ching.
And it seems that people would go to any lengths or use any methods to rob. About three months ago, my ex-schoolmate Razalee Yahya, 27, was on his way home on his motorbike when another motorcyclist rode by his side. The pillion rider on the other motorbike stuck his hand into the rack in front of Razalee’s bike, grabbing its content.
Fortunately, it was just an old jacket, which the thieves threw on the road.
“I did not realise what was happening until a hand sneaked in. I was shocked,” says Razalee, who almost hit the road divider but was lucky that he managed to regain control of his bike.
He didn’t make a police report because he didn’t lose anything, but he believes it would have been a waste of time anyway.
Liz Price from England, a contributor to The Star who has been living in Malaysia for 10 years under the Malaysia My Second Home (MM2H) Programme, says she has been a victim of beak-ins three times, all in different apartments. .
She has also been a snatch theft victim twice, the first being in Miri eight years ago, where two men on a motorbike pushed her from behind.
Then, two years ago her bag was snatched outside a shopping centre. Two months later, two men tried to snatch her bag but Price was alert and managed to sidestep them.
“They followed me to my car but I managed to get away. They tried to open the (car) door but I had locked it,” she says.
Price is more careful these days.
“I don’t carry much cash or anything unnecessary,” says Price, who reckons it is a difficult task to stop these crimes but hopes that police would increase their presence.
“It is worse still if they (perpetrators) become violent and use a parang to injure their victims,” she says.
There is no shortage of stories about house break-ins either.
Another colleague, Leong Shen-Li, was robbed twice in a space of just over a month. The first break-in occurred during the day. The door and grill were broken, and drawers were all ransacked. Leong says he lost his PC, foreign currency and passport. His wife’s costume jewellery was also taken.
After that, he got five heavy-duty padlocks, which cost RM300, but they did not deter robbers who struck again. In the second incident, Leong had arrived home just before midnight to find the light upstairs on.
“I looked at the drawers and they were all open,” he relates.
Leong went to check the back of the house and found the sliding doors damaged, and he believes the robbers were still there when he arrived because his laptop was untouched.
“The autogate makes a lot of noise and I was talking on the phone in my car for almost 10 minutes before coming out. I think they ran away because nothing of value was taken,” he says.
This time, he reinforced his gates, fixed an alarm system and got a puppy, in addition to installing new locks and subscribing to the local neighbourhood watch. All these extra measures set him back almost RM5,000.
“I didn’t lose much to thieves but lost to others (such as the locksmith),” he quips.
Leong says the police came almost immediately in both cases.
“I got an impression that they were just treating it as a break-in although to their credit they did arrive quickly,” he says.
“Statistically, I was just amazed I could be a victim twice in a short time,” he adds.
Yet another colleague, Looi Lai Yee, was robbed on her doorstep after coming back from work at 2am. She drove into her compound and after the auto gate had closed, Looi thought she was “safe and sound”.
She got down from the car, plonked her handbag on a bench near the main door and was just starting to unlock the grill door when someone jumped over the fence and headed straight for her. She shouted but the intruder coolly and nonchalantly walked past her, grabbed the handbag and ran away.
Looi tried to give chase but slipped and scraped her knee. The episode was over in under 10 seconds, she says.
“I never thought I could be so vulnerable in my own home and I had totally let my guard down. Furthermore, I’m so used to coming home at that unearthly hour,” says Looi who adds that her husband stands outside with a baton these days waiting for her.
Looi lost RM800, a new handphone costing RM800 and her car keys. Replacing the latter cost up to RM2,700 and because the auto gate remote was attached to the car key, the frequency of the gate had to be reset at a cost of RM200. In addition, when the robber jumped over the fence he broke the water pipe, which cost RM80 to repair. There were also other costs and the hassle of replacing all the bank cards, identity cards and so on.
“But of all the things that I lost, none was greater than the loss of the sense of security at home,” says Looi.
The cases we hear of or read about are just the tip of the iceberg. Based on the accounts of my colleagues alone, I could go on and on but at this moment I am hoping and praying that I will not be part of that iceberg.