COMMENT | When I was about six or seven years old, I told my parents to keep all my baby things. They asked me why and I said Malaysia would need it later when they set up the museum to honour the country’s best prime minister - me!

They laughed, of course, as it was so cute to see and hear little Zan say that.

Now that I’m all grown up, I’m not so sure if I want to actually be the prime minister, or if I even could. But I guess it was nice to have the opportunity to dream it. As they say to little kids - you can be anything you dream of, and as a kid, you believe it. The world is your oyster and you can make it whatever you want.

Now that I’m all grown up, I also wonder if I would even be allowed to be the prime minister. This was triggered by all the debacle about whether non-Malays are allowed to. You see, I am mixed race.

There is a part of me that is Malay and another that is Chinese. Is there anything anywhere that says that a mixed-race person can or cannot be prime minister?

This debacle started when...