Adi Jamaludin

Mid-year always feels like a strange kind of silence. Not quiet, exactly. More like noise that has lost its urgency. June arrives and people...

I used to hate the phrase “dah takdir.” It always arrived too early in the sentence, like someone closing a door before you’ve even trie...

The radio has been unusually dramatic lately. Not the sort of dramatic that comes from celebrity scandals or politicians trading carefully r...

The nasi lemak stall was winning. I knew it. My waistline knew it. My doctor would probably have known it too if he had been standing there ...