Recently, my friend ‘tapao’ (packed) 20 packets of kolo mee before she flew back to Kuala Lumpur.

Over all the faces was a sheen of appetite for something. They had a foxish look under the moving tree light.

The strapping blueshirted and beleggined soldiers of the Twenty-third were busy arranging to make fast for the night, while a crowd of men and boys, with an occasional member of the fair sex, gathered around and watched with curious eyes the actions of the sure enough soldiery.

any coactive power or the civil kind