For over twenty years,

I tak pernah sekali pun rumah kena break in lo. I always watch it on television, seeing my neighbours kena, but I never ever ever ever kena before.



It was a normal day at work and Pao was with me.
Mummy was not around so Pao had to send me to work.
At 5p.m. sharp, we left office. Yea, we damn 'keng'.
All the way back home was a blissful one.



It was when we reached the doorstep, trying to open the door
that we realized, something is just not right. The doors were
properly closed but......





Pao: SHIT!!!
Ping: What?
Pao: I think our house kena break in *looking at the door knob being "kopek-ed"*
Ping: WHAT????OH MY GOD *started panicking*
Pao: Call....call...call Che... *hands shaking*
Ping: You can??
Pao: *fumbling with her handphone* Shit, shit, yea, I got it.
Ping: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. *almost in tears*
Pao: Go get the guard.
Ping: OK.

This was what happened to our door.

And our grill.

So I ran all the way down to the guard house, alerted the guard and
ran all the way back up. I think I ran more than I did when I went for my
morning walk last Saturday. I was shocked, scared and very very very nervous.



Guard came, walked in, checked everything and my heart dropped on the floor. Literally.
The whole house was being ransacked. It might be an inside job, I don't know but
thank god I find my television and my computer sitting there quietly looking back at me.
I was so so so so so worried bout them. I jumped up and down trying too look past the
tall guard to check them out.



Then we proceeded to the rooms and found.....

Our undies everywhere. And POOF!! All my ang pow money clearly being taken away.

Mum's room was in a wreck too but we think that they went to the room last cause they did not lose much.

Granny's room. Less stuff, so less messy.

So my uncle came over and sis came back. I saw my neighbours walking out so I asked them about it but they did not hear anything. One was out and another one lady did not hear anything. We called police and waited for them to come over.

Then we went to the police station. Recorded our statement and was sent home to wait for them again at about 9p.m. As I had a bad stomach that afternoon, I had little lunch only. I was hungry but couldn't do anything. Police came over and took fingerprints. Just like CSI.

After the police left, we decided to clean up before our granny came back. They went on a holiday and has yet to find out about the incident. When mum came back, she told us she did not keep much and lost about few hundreds. Then granny came back, crying and she checked her cupboard. Her entire steel box consisting her money and jeweleries are gone. And the box is given to her by my late grandfather.

She cried the entire night and we had to comfort her. I am worried bout her the most as she lost quite a lot. Old people, do not like to keep money in the bank.

It was a very traumatizing incident that I kept myself awake the whole night as I can see the front door from my room. Whenever I fall asleep, I will jump up in fear. Wel.. literally.

I've never had my house broke in before and it was a traumatizing incident. I can never sleep in the room without worrying anymore. And now, everyone is a suspect. The guards, the uncle sending us food, the neighbours, one weird looking guy staring at us last night, some drug-addict look-a-like that Ah Ma saw and stuff.

DAMN MALAYSIA IS SO NOT SAFE!!!!!!! Crime rates are increasing daily. What is happening? How can we live in fear? In our own house, we cannot feel the sense of security. What can we do? Something must be done and it must be done QUICK!!!!!!!!!

The moral of the story is, SPEND YOUR BLARDY ANG POW MONEY OR KEEP THEM IN BANK!!!!

PS: If you are going to comment and say things like you guys should not have kept money at home and shits like that, SHUT UP! Wait till your house get break into and you felt nothing then come to me and start preaching me. At the meantime, SHUT UP!!!!