Chin Yl

Being an Anak Malaysia means having a name that bridges two worlds.

Being an Anak Malaysia means remembering where you came from even when the house no longer stands. I was born in 1965 in Kampung Kandang, Melaka, to Hakka parents who taught me that food is more than just fuel. It is...

I made it to the top of Potala Palace, despite a slipped vertebra, nerve pain, and a history of altitude sickness. It was tough but absolutely possible. Here's what actually worked for me.

My family and I have been to Ipoh so many times. The usual attractions? Done, done, done. So during the Labour’s Day weekend, we wanted something new.

My hometown is Melaka. Looking back, I had a truly happy childhood. I am surrounded by my beloved parents and siblings. But my late father? Strict as hell when it came to traditions or anything he felt strongly about.

Confession. I'm a Hakka mom. We worry, we save money, and we definitely don't ignore doctors.

“I am Hakka.” That's what I always said when people asked about my dialect. Both my parents were Hakka, and we spoke Hakka at home. In our culture, you follow your father's dialect; simple.

I grew up in a typical Chinese family with 6 siblings in a small kampung in Melaka. Two older brothers, four older sisters and a younger sister. We are now in our late 50s and the older ones are in th