Just Start. Clumsily, Awkwardly, Foolishly. But Start. Then Carry On.

I have lost count of my regrets; the disappointments, betrayals, and moments when life has left me diminished. But it is impossible to have lived fully without encountering these things. A life lived completely inevitably contains regret, but a life consumed by regret has not been lived.

How I Keep Myself Honest

My mother told me an anecdote about my father a while back. I keep this one very close to my heart because it sums up the integrity by which he lived by and which many of his friends, colleagues, and acquaintances attested to.

The Time My Father Reminded Me I Was Malay

My parents always took care to ensure I was in a multiracial, multicultural educational and social environment. That was an incredibly important consideration for my education.

The Changing of the Guard

It was a tradition enforced by my mother that we sat down for dinner as a family. That was the most important meal from us as a family. Dinner was when we all sat, ate and regaled each other about our day’s happenings.

A Brush with Greatness

I handled a case around my seventh or eighth year of practice that severely tested my ethics.

The case happened before what I call the ‘Zaki revolution’ of our administration of justice system. That happened during Tun Zaki bin Tun Azmi’s time as Chief Justice from 21 October 2008 until 9 September 2011.