Tributes & Memories

Han has touched me deeply as a loving and caring nephew, “godson,” and a very dear friend. I will never forget the day he gave me his full moral support by accompanying me to make a police report over a scam incident that had left me distressed.

On many happy occasions, one in particular stands out with fondness — how he took it upon himself to be my prompter when I forgot some of the words to the song I sang at Mother’s 100th birthday celebration on 19 July 2020.

On another occasion, he thoughtfully celebrated my 80th birthday with a dinner and a most unusual cake. And on Mother’s Day, he surprised me with a lovely bouquet of flowers.

I will always cherish these beautiful memories of Han. Though I will miss his presence dearly, he will forever hold a very special place in my heart.

Hi Aunty Yu Fung and Tze Hua,

I remember Chung Han as one of the cutest kids I knew — always smiling, good-natured, and affectionate to everyone he knew and met. He grew up to be generous, benevolent, and devoted to his family and his spirituality.

I don’t have any photos of him, sadly, but I will never forget that sweet, cheerful little boy he was. Gone too soon, but he will always live on in our hearts.

Love,
Vickie

20 October 2024

Remembering when we used to live behind Ahmah’s house in SS2 in the 1980s: there was a narrow gate connecting both our compounds, and on weekends when Chung Han was sent to Ahmah’s house, he would wander across to ours through the back door.

We adopted him as our littlest sibling — babysitting him from time to time and bringing him along wherever we went, from Papa’s company events to family trips to Fraser’s Hill. Every time he came over, he would seek out Ponchy the teddy bear. He once asked Wei if he could have it, but Wei said no (sorry, Han!).

One Chinese New Year, he and his cousin San Chuan — they must have been around four to six years old — performed a lion dance for us, complete with red sashes, a mini lion head, and a drum. After the show, the two of them became very absorbed in squishing and flattening all the small, round, orange-coloured lime fruits that had dropped from our festive kat zhai trees onto the patio. Squish, squish, squish went their small, quick feet.

At some point, our mother emerged to find the boys gleefully stomping away. Taking in the sight of mashed pulp and juice splattered across her floor, she sternly exclaimed, “WHO DID THIS?”

Chung Han and San Chuan froze, two panicked little faces looking up. Sheepishness quickly gave way to instinctive self-preservation, and both pointed at the other, shouting, “He made me do it!”

We still laugh about it to this day.

Rejoicing in the Life of Lee Chung Han: A Legacy of Compassion and Generosity
(Click to view. Published Jan 8, 2024. From the webpage, FPMT Community Stories & News. )

My former Maths student: The Charismatic Prefect with a Passion for Giving Back

In the vibrant tapestry of our school’s history, there emerges a unique thread, woven with the vivacity and charm of a former student – a dynamic personality whose impact extended far beyond the classroom. Lee Chung Han not only excelled in the intricacies of studies but also left an indelible mark on the entire school community as a distinguished member of the prefectorial board.

Chung Han was more than just an academic achiever; he was a lively and charming presence within the school’s corridors. His charisma was infectious, and it radiated through every interaction, creating an atmosphere of positivity and enthusiasm. As a member of the prefectorial board, he took on the responsibility with exceptional dedication, contributing tirelessly to the smooth functioning of the prefects and fostering a sense of unity among his peers.

One of Chung Han’s standout qualities was his exceptional organizational skill. Whether coordinating events or managing the logistics of prefect responsibilities, he demonstrated a keen eye for detail and a knack for efficiency. His ability to bring order to chaos was truly commendable, ensuring that the prefect team operated seamlessly and made a positive impact on the school’s daily affairs.

Beyond the confines of the school, Chung Han was a great collaborator. He thrived on teamwork, always eager to pool resources and ideas to achieve common goals. This collaborative spirit extended to his endeavors beyond academics, especially when he worked tirelessly to raise funds for charity. His commitment to philanthropy showcased not only his generosity but also his determination to make a meaningful difference in the lives of those less fortunate.

No school event was complete without the active involvement of Chung Han. His participation in various school programs was not just a testament to his versatility but also a reflection of his genuine passion for contributing to the school community. From sports events to cultural festivals, he played a pivotal role, leaving an imprint of enthusiasm and dedication in every endeavor.

As a testament to his academic prowess, Chung Han graduated with outstanding IGCSE results, showcasing that his commitment to excellence extended beyond extracurricular activities. His achievements in the academic studies were a testament to his hard work and determination.

In the grand narrative of our school’s memoir, Lee Chung Han emerges as a multifaceted personality – a charismatic leader, a selfless collaborator, and an academic achiever. His legacy serves as an inspiration, reminding us all that a passion for learning, coupled with a genuine desire to contribute, can leave an enduring impact on the tapestry of school life.

Chung Han’s Journey: Nurturing Compassion and Wisdom Beyond Graduation

In the tranquil ambiance of the Losang Dragpa Buddhist Centre in Section 17, Petaling Jaya, seven years ago, I had the pleasure of reconnecting with my former student, Chung Han, and his wife. Little did I know that our conversation that evening would reveal a profound chapter in Chung Han’s life journey.

Chung Han shared with me his transformative path, one guided by the teachings of the Buddha. It became evident that his post-graduation years were marked by a deep commitment to personal and spiritual growth. Embracing the wisdom of the Buddha, Chung Han embarked on a journey to cultivate compassion and wisdom, laying the foundation for a meaningful and spiritually enriching life.

The Losang Dragpa Buddhist Centre served as a nurturing ground for Chung Han’s spiritual development. Here, he found solace and guidance, surrounded by a community that shared his commitment to inner peace and enlightenment. The teachings of the Buddha resonated with Chung Han, providing him with a framework for understanding life’s complexities and navigating its challenges with grace and mindfulness.

What struck me most during our conversation was Chung Han’s genuine dedication to the principles of compassion and wisdom. His pursuit was not merely a philosophical or abstract endeavor; it was a way of life. Chung Han actively incorporated these teachings into his daily interactions, fostering a compassionate approach to both himself and those around him.

A memorable detail from our conversation was Chung Han’s anticipation of a ‘baby moon’ holiday with his wife. This joyous occasion reflected not only the personal happiness of starting a family but also echoed the broader theme of growth and continuity. Chung Han’s journey into parenthood symbolized a new chapter in his life, one where the values of compassion and wisdom would undoubtedly play a pivotal role in shaping his approach to fatherhood.

As we parted ways that evening, the image of Chung Han and his wife embarking on their baby moon holiday lingered in my mind. It was a testament to the harmonious balance Chung Han sought between personal joy and spiritual fulfillment. In that moment, it became clear that his commitment to the teachings of the Buddha had not only shaped his individual growth but had also contributed to the creation of a loving and compassionate family.

Chung Han’s journey serves as an inspiring reminder that the pursuit of spiritual growth is not confined to the pages of textbooks or the walls of a classroom. Beyond the academic achievements that defined his earlier years, Chung Han’s commitment to compassion and wisdom has become the guiding force in shaping a life of purpose and fulfillment, touching not only his own soul but also those around him.

Chung Han: A Reunion to Remember and a Legacy to Cherish

On the 1st of July 2017, the Garden International School was not just a venue; it was a portal to the past, a conduit through which the class of 1997, led by the ever-energetic Chung Han, reunited to celebrate two decades of shared memories, growth, and success.

Chung Han, a vibrant force since his student days, emerged as one of the main organizers for this milestone reunion. The event marked not only a celebration of 20 years since graduation but also a return to the familiar halls and classrooms that had once been the backdrop of their formative years. As the orchestrator of this reunion, Chung Han demonstrated the same enthusiasm and dedication that had defined his school days.

The reunion was a testament to Chung Han’s commitment to fostering connections. It was not just an assembly of former classmates; it was a gathering that extended its warmth to include former teachers and even the esteemed former principal Mr. Joseph Eales. Chung Han’s inclusive approach reflected his belief in the importance of honoring the shared journey of education, acknowledging the role of mentors, and recognizing the impact of collective experiences.

True to his nature, Chung Han played an active role in every facet of the reunion’s organization. His meticulous planning and attention to detail ensured that the event unfolded seamlessly, allowing everyone to relive cherished moments and create new memories. Chung Han’s generosity extended beyond his organizational efforts; he personally sponsored the drinks for the function, adding a touch of his personal warmth to the celebration.

Beyond the walls of academia, Chung Han had embarked on a successful entrepreneurial journey, earning him the esteemed title of Dato. His accomplishments were a source of pride for the entire class of 1997, showcasing the fruits of hard work, determination, and a passion for excellence. Chung Han’s success story became an inspiration for his peers, demonstrating that the seeds planted during their school days had blossomed into a rich tapestry of achievements.

It is with heavy hearts that we bid farewell to Chung Han, for his departure from this world was as sudden as it was unexpected. The reunion he orchestrated, filled with laughter, shared stories, and the warmth of rekindled friendships, now stands as a poignant memory of a life well-lived. As we mourn his passing, we remember Chung Han not only for his role as an organizer and entrepreneur but also for the indelible mark he left on the hearts of those who were fortunate enough to know him. May he rest in peace, leaving behind a legacy that continues to inspire and resonate within the walls of Garden International School and beyond.

Fayrer House, Epsom College

Fayrer won the Choral Competition when Chung Han was in the Upper Sixth (2000). The reason we won was solely down to him. He ran the competition for us, conducted the whole House in unison, and spent hours and hours preparing. Amazing! You can see Ee Ern in the background on the left and Justin just behind the boy on the right.

Cooking! He loved cooking (but not clearing up!). In the Upper Sixth, when he was a prefect, he offered to cook the food for the prefects’ dinner that year instead of Sarah having to do it. The food was brilliant — true Malaysian fare — and of course, it included fried chicken! However, Sarah’s kitchen never really recovered from the experience of Chung Han cooking for about twelve people.

Badminton! He and the others were brilliant, and when he was in the Upper Sixth, the school team was as strong as it had ever been — captained by Chung Han.

I think my abiding memory is of Chung Han being a young man who was always happy — and his smile was so infectious that it made others happy too! That, and the fact that he always had time for others. He was truly a kind young man.

We remember him fondly.

Brother Beyond Blood: A Journey with Chung Han

It’s difficult to capture the depth of what CH meant to me in just words. He wasn’t just a colleague or a friend; he was my brother in every sense of the word. We first crossed paths in the early 2000s at CIMB—he was in a different investment banking team then, but it was clear to me that he was struggling in his work. Shortly after that, he confided in me about his unhappiness and struggles. I saw his potential, so I pulled some strings and brought him into my team (it all seemed easier than done!), not knowing at the time that this would be the beginning of one of the most significant friendships of my life.

From the start, I was his mentor in the professional world, guiding him as he found his feet in investment banking. But our relationship quickly grew into something far beyond the boundary of office. We were friends in the truest sense—sharing not just work but meals, interests, and dreams. One particular lunch stands out in my memory at Plaza Batai. It was such a simple moment but one that changed us. Over that meal, he told me about a Dharma center his friend Lillian Too had nearby. Intrigued, we decided to find it, stumbling upon it in a quiet street on Jalan Birah. It was a residential bungalow, not the traditional Buddhist temple we had imagined.

We walked into the building and were greeted by Ven Osel and Ven Dechen with sparkling, friendly smiles. It was our first encounter with Tibetan Buddhism. We had never before met any nuns dressed in bright maroon robes, speaking English so fluent—that left us a very strong positive impression about this place. In hindsight, it feels like Kyabje Lama Zopa Rinpoche, our eventual root guru, led us there, as our journey into Vajrayana had ripened.
It wasn’t long before our connection with the Dharma became inseparable from our friendship. We became Dharma brothers, bound not just by our shared path in life, but by a deeper, spiritual calling. CH and I found something profound together through the teachings of Kyabje Lama Zopa Rinpoche (mainly through FPMT website and emails, and texts, as we hadn’t met Rinpoche in person).

From the time he joined my team at CIMB until December 2003, we were almost inseparable—at work, at lunch, dinner, and spending regular time at Losang Dragpa Center in Jalan Birah. A new milestone in our friendship began in December 2003 when I married Thi. CH was our wedding planner for a small circle of friends in KL at Bangsar Puteri, and my best man at our Penang wedding dinner and ceremony. He joked about losing his place in my life after I got married, worried that Thi might edge him out. But that never happened.

If anything, our bond grew stronger. Thi became part of our trio, and the three of us spent countless days together—dining, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company.
Life took its natural course, and in 2004, I moved back to Penang to set up CIMB’s investment banking office in the northern region. Though we no longer worked side by side, our friendship remained as strong as ever. We spoke on the phone regularly and stayed involved in each other’s lives, especially through the FPMT community and Rinpoche’s teachings. We attended teachings together whenever Lama Zopa Rinpoche was in KL or Singapore, or on some occasions, we flew together to Nepal and India.

In May 2005, we attended a retreat with Rinpoche in Triang, followed by Singapore almost immediately, and it remains one of my most cherished memories with CH. Those spiritual moments defined so much of who we were, not just as individuals, but as vajra brothers on the same path. We attended Tenzin Phuntsok Rinpoche’s enthronement at Kopan Monastery, Nepal, around March 2006, and nine months later, we went to Bodhgaya for pilgrimage and attended teachings by His Holiness the Dalai Lama in December 2006.

In the years that followed, our lives took us in different directions, as lives tend to do. I left CIMB, and he moved on to work with Tony Fernandes at AirAsia, taking on significant responsibilities.

In 2009, I was looking for a new job, and it was CH who introduced me to Tony Fernandes during the opening of Tune Hotels in Penang. Through a brief meeting with Tony and CH, Tony offered me a job right away—a sign of unquestionable trust and confidence Tony had in CH. I moved back to KL in May 2009 and joined Tune Group as the Director of Corporate Finance and Investment, and once again, our professional paths crossed. It felt like fate was pulling us back together time and again.

In October/November 2009, Tony came upon an opportunity to build his own F1 team under the name Lotus F1. Soon after, CH was made CFO of the Formula 1 team. He spent a lot of time in the UK and took the opportunity to pursue an Executive MBA at Oxford University.

I left Tune Group in 2013, and shortly after that, I believe CH also left Tony and started his own ventures. There was a period from 2013 to 2017 when we didn’t talk or meet up much as he was busy with his new ventures. Nevertheless, our path was never meant to be separated for more than 4 years.

In 2018, while reciting the Golden Light Sutra during Losar (Tibetan New Year), CH called me. He mentioned his mining business partner was looking for a CFO and asked if I would be interested. Initially, I was a bit reluctant, wanting to focus on my own businesses, but CH always had a way of convincing me to help others. He arranged a meeting with Kumo, his partner, and I soon realized there was much I could do for Antah Healthcare Group. I decided to join forces with Kumo. As I took on my new role in 2018, CH and I began to spend more time together again in our final chapter.

Losing CH has left a void in my life that I can’t fully describe. He was my brother, my confidant, my spiritual companion. He was always the one I could turn to, no matter the problem or the hour. Now, with him gone, it feels like a piece of my own soul is missing.

CH lived with a generosity, kindness and above all, selflessness—that is rare in this world. He was always ready to say “Let’s do it,” always ready to take on any challenge, whether his own or someone else’s. He never turned away from those in need, and he never said no when a friend needed help.

The number of people CH had helped during his lifetime far exceeded what many of us could ever hope to achieve, even over several lifetimes. He wasn’t selective—he helped not only his friends but literally everyone he encountered, from strangers he had just met a few hours ago to animals and insects across the globe. His kindness knew no boundaries, and his compassion was limitless.

He was an incredible imitator, especially of Rinpoche’s selflessness. Just as Rinpoche had embodied the spirit of cherishing others above oneself, so did CH. He cherished others more than himself, making sure everyone around him was taken care of before he even considered his own needs.

CH had no enemies. In fact, I’m still not sure what’s harder—climbing Mount Everest or being his enemy! To dislike him seemed an impossible feat, for his warmth and generosity melted even the coldest of hearts.

CH also had many natural talents. He had an amazing gift for the piano, perhaps even perfect pitch. I was surprised to learn how well he could swim when I first met him, and later on, I discovered he was also quite talented at tennis. He picked up the sport decades ago and still had impressive strokes. In 2004, he auditioned for Malaysian Idol Season 1, singing “You Raised Me Up”—he always managed to surprise us in the most delightful ways.

His curiosity was boundless; there was never a time he stopped learning or seeking out new discoveries. He built an incredible network because of his insatiable curiosity and love for meeting new people (or perhaps his love for people instead of love for meeting new people), drawing connections wherever he went.

Good friends are hard to find. But there is only one CH in this 8.2 billion population and in 8.2 billion years.

I will forever miss his physical presence in my life. He was more than a friend—he was my family. Though he is no longer here, I take comfort in knowing he is either enjoying life in Buddha’s Pureland helping other buddhas and bodhisattvas or has taken a new perfect rebirth, and we will meet again soon as this little boy, perhaps just shy of four months old at the time of writing this, or we will have to wait for 8.2 billion years when he decides to descend to samsara again.

A tribute to Chung Han, the Eternal Optimist.

Some people come into our lives and leave an impression that lasts forever. Chung Han was one of those rare souls — someone whose warmth, kindness, and optimism touched everyone he met, especially me and my family.

I first met him back in 2003, the year I married Daniel. I had heard so much about him —how helpful and friendly he was — but meeting him in person was something else entirely. From the moment we met, his smile and open arms made me feel instantly welcome, as if we were already old friends. He had this incredible way of making everyone feel seen, valued, and at home.

Those early days were filled with wonderful memories of the three of us spending time together. One that stands out was our road trip to Penang in 2004 — a treasure hunt organised by CIMB. What stayed with me wasn’t the event itself, but the bond we built during that journey. We laughed, explored, and shared stories that deepened our friendship.

Then, as life often does, our paths diverged. My family moved to Penang later that year, and with two children to raise, my days became focused entirely on them. We didn’t keep in close touch, but Chung Han was never far from my thoughts.

Years later, when the world was turned upside down by the COVID-19 pandemic, I fell ill— not with COVID, but with something strange and unexpected. It was a challenging time for my family. During those difficult days, true to his nature, Chung Han reached out to help. As a devoted disciple of Rinpoche, he spoke to Rinpoche on my behalf and was told to give me a Mantra Cap. I truly believe that this gesture — filled with faith, compassion, and care — played a major role in my recovery.

While Daniel tirelessly cared for me amidst the many Movement Control Orders, there was little time left for him to rest, eat, or tend to the children. Once again, Chung Han stepped in. He opened his Club House to our kids, offering them a safe place to stay for several weeks. Knowing they were secure and cared for brought us great comfort during that difficult period.

His generosity had no limits, but what stood out most was his unwavering optimism. No matter the challenge, his response was always an enthusiastic “yes” and “can.”

On the 22nd of October 2023, the world lost a truly vibrant soul. Yet, Chung Han’s legacy— his infectious smile, his boundless generosity, and his extraordinary optimism — will forever live on. To me, he will always be the one who said “yes” when life said “no,” the friend who reached out across any distance, and the eternal optimist who embraced every challenge with courage and joy.

Chung Han, your legacy lives on in all of us who were fortunate enough to know you.

Chung Han was a memorable part of my life, and I thank him for being a part of it. It has been an honour to be acquainted with someone who was steadfast in his ambition to always make others feel comfortable, and I certainly felt that from the moment I met him.

Our paths crossed as he engineered the Old Epsomians cause, and from that moment on we clicked. What’s more, we learnt that not only were we bonded as Old Epsomians, but that we shared an even more meaningful connection through our faith.

I recall so often, almost daily, how we were a team he fondly labelled as ‘Dharma Warriors’ — and he meant every word of it. In fact, our paths stretched to Borobudur; we went to Mongolia, stayed up late into the nights in Geylang — haha, not for anything less than the precious teachings of Lama Zopa Rinpoche. Throughout our travels across Malaysia, attending retreats of our great Dagpo Rinpoche, we built an immeasurable friendship I can almost describe as family.

It is strange, but when I look back, I realise that our friendship must have dated back far before 2007 — before the ubiquitous iPhone that would have filled our camera rolls with memories. Despite the tremendous bond we shared in that time, it is now only an irreplaceable part of my memories, one I hold dearly. It is comforting to remember and record it now in words.

We had such a great bond that I never felt that not seeing him meant being apart from him. Although we didn’t meet often, it was nevertheless as if he were always just beside me. Just a phone call, a small meet-up, or a text — and we would both feel reassured that all was well.

My last meeting with Chung Han was at the remembrance of Lama Zopa Rinpoche. He warmly recalled our time together as a period in our lives when, as Dharma Warriors, we had accomplished so much in that field. It was touching — a reminder of how close we had been and remained. He spoke to me and said, ‘We have a lot of work to do,’ and looked at me intently. I thought to myself, it seems we will have time to bond again. I left soon after for Paris, for my usual annual trip to my Lama.

On my return, however, events took an unexpected turn. Chung Han’s father called to say he was not well, and as the updates came, I did not realise how events would unfold the way they did.

I did not get to say goodbye, but I can only take that to mean our lives will cross again. I hope so, because in the time we had together, we were bonded with so much goodness that we truly felt we could change the world for the better. We miss you, dear friend — the world misses you, dear friend. Until we meet again, I will remember the good we did as brothers, and continue that journey one day, until samsara ends.

Cath’s Memories:

Back in KL, we have many fond memories of all the parties we went to. At one of his CNY celebrations, we went to the family house where there was a pool table and one of my sons dropped a toy (beyblade) into the table..I think it must still be there! Han was always larger than life and indeed the key life of the party! He had a passion for life, friends and family. He was also the first person who bought an antique map from me in KL!

He stayed in the same LSE residence hall as I did and somehow I always remember him wearing a yellow & white striped scarf. One day I remember how he went on a date with one my school friends and she was very excited about it and keen to know more about him from me before the date..but it clearly didn’t work out! Of course, his appendicitis episode was very memorable and post his op, we met his parents who were so grateful that we were around to take him to the hospital.

Early Encounters at LSE

I write this to you upon the reflection knowing that you are here in our hearts and that you have moved on from this existence. When I am writing this I ponder over the few days I received the news of your passing. I then flashback to the very first time we met and collaborated — on the streets of Houghton Street, London, during a cold September winter, where you, as Malaysia Club Chairman, and I, as Indonesian Brunei Chairperson, organized our joint event. Little did we know it would grow into the first stellar Asian Party event at the Mayfair Club in Berkeley Square. From that moment, I knew you would always be a force of influence and change — a unifier and leader who could make things happen with grace and confidence.

London and Oxford Years

After our student years, life took us on different paths, but we met again years later in London. I still remember our lunch at Royal China Baker Street when you, with your characteristic modesty, mentioned that you were now the CFO of Lotus Racing — the first ever privately owned Southeast Asian Formula 1 team. Despite your success, you remained humble, still the same Chung Han who valued people and friendship over titles. Later, you pursued your MBA at Oxford’s Saïd Business School, where your leadership continued to inspire your peers. Those were golden days — of work, dreams, and endless possibilities.

Brotherhood, Advice, and Family

You were more than a friend; you were a brother. You encouraged me to take bold steps, including my move back to Asia, which became one of the best decisions of my life. Your wisdom and faith in others always gave me courage. You were also a man deeply devoted to family — your kindness to your Ah Ma, your parents, and loved ones stood as an example to all. I still remember when you first told me about meeting Tze Hua at Bayswater Station — the excitement and warmth in your voice said it all. It was no surprise to anyone that she was your perfect match, and I was honoured to stand by your side at your wedding, a day filled with laughter, love, and music — your serenade to Tze Hua was unforgettable.

A Legacy of Leadership and Kindness

Through all your ventures — from CIMB and AirAsia to Bedrock — you remained steadfast in your values. Even as life grew busier, you never forgot to check in, to send a message, or to share a word of encouragement. Your generosity, humility, and brilliance were matched only by your laughter and compassion. When I received the news of your passing, I was heartbroken. Yet I know that your spirit — strong, fearless, and kind — lives on in all whose lives you touched. You taught us that leadership is not about authority, but about love and service. Rest now, my brother, until we meet again for another makansession in a better world.

In Loving Memory of Dato’ Lee Chung Han

Tribute from Justin Tan Chung Han and I shared much of our teenage years together — first at Garden School (Class of 1997), where we were both prefects, and later as part of the “Four Musketeers” who went on to Fayrer House, Epsom College (1997–1999).

Throughout those years, I will always remember Han for his ever-present smile — not the polite or perfunctory kind, but a genuine, warm, “relax-laaah” smile. Even when things grew tense and deadlines loomed, he carried an irrepressible sense of ease and optimism. That ability to let things come and go, and to simply get on with life, defined Han for me. Even after we drifted apart during our university and working years, whenever we met again, that same calm, unflappable demeanour remained — perhaps a quiet lesson to us all on how to stay centred amid life’s turbulence.

During high school, Han’s badminton skills were legendary. He wasn’t the smallest or fastest of players, and many underestimated him — only to find themselves on the losing end of a 15–0 game (yes, back in our day it was 15 points, none of this 21 nonsense!). He embodied the saying that a great sportsman always seems to have more time than his opponent. On court, he was like a moving brick wall — gliding effortlessly, returning every shot with guile and precision while the rest of us scrambled to keep up.

In contrast, one thing Han didn’t do well was cross-country running (though, to be fair, none of us did!). At Epsom, our Housemaster “PJ” made the entire House run cross-country every Monday afternoon — rain, hail, or shine — claiming it built character. Everyone in Fayrer House between 1997 and 1999 will remember the sight of Han, standing sheepishly in the hallway on a cold, blustery Monday, clad in a huge yellow plastic raincoat with the hood up, ready for a three-mile run. After a few sharp words and threats of a ten-mile punishment from PJ, the raincoat was never seen again!

Epsom was also where Han’s compassion and initiative shone. While most of us picked extra-curriculars that were quick or easy, Han joined the Young Entrepreneurs Club — and didn’t just fulfil the requirements, he led the team in organising a meaningful overseas project to deliver water supplies to a village in India (if memory serves). It caused quite a buzz around school and revealed Han’s natural drive to turn good intentions into purposeful action.

In adulthood, Han became deeply involved in Buddhism. Looking back, I realise that his calm, generous, and grounded approach to life already reflected Buddhist values long before he formally embraced the faith. At his wake, I noticed fried chicken on the table, and someone joked that Han would be the best-fed person in the afterlife. I replied that, knowing him, he’d probably be sharing the food with everyone else there. That moment, I think, captures the essence of who he was — kind, unselfish, and always smiling.

As a fellow Buddhist, I close by sending my heartfelt wishes to my old friend — may he find peace in the Buddha Dharma, and may his warm smile continue to shine wherever he has gone.

The kindest and most generous soul — always making sure everyone else was comfortable before himself.
You had a rare gift of putting people first, no matter the situation. Beyond your warmth and kindness,
you were a brilliant mind — sharp, creative, and full of ideas.

You taught me so much, both as a business partner and as a friend. It’s been a year now, and you’re deeply missed.
I miss our conversations and the countless trips we took together up and down the highways.

Keep shining your light on us from above, bro. Much love always.

— Gian

When I was 5 year old, Han was my neighbour in class. I go over to his place for sleepovers almost every weekend.

When we were in primary school. We went to different sessions of the same school. Han remained in contact with me. We only run into see each other in school sometimes, and once a year when he invites me over to his epic birthday parties.

We went on our separate ways during high school. Han still kept in touch with me. He somehow got me to go learn guitar with him just so we can have performances during his birthday parties.

Han then went off to the UKs to continue his studies. We hardly meet up, maybe once in a couple of years. Han being Han, still kept in touch with me. We will still go out for Sushi King California rolls whenever he is back for holidays and breaks.

When he decided to come back to Malaysia to start his career, we met up again. Once in a while. Our meetings became less and less frequent but they were always meaningful.

In our early thirties, Han got in touch with me again and gave me the privilege to join him in his company. We are back meeting up with each other almost daily.

After a couple of years, when I decided to move on, our “meeting ups” become quiet again. Yet, Han still kept in touch and we will go for Sushi and fried chicken. Just to catch up and share what has been happening with our lives.

The last stretch of Han contacting me was to break the news his condition.

Our lives are like the double-helix of a molecule cell. We stick together, then we go our opposite ways, and then we move back to sticking together again. Our fates have been intertwined.

Han was my childhood friend that stuck with me through out.
Han was my closest confidant that shared life with me. Han was my boss that encouraged me to grow. Above all, Han was the brother I never had.

To my best friend Han,

You were the kindest, loveliest, and most selfless person one could ever meet. Brave, adventurous, persistent, generous, and full of humour — you were always there for anyone who needed you.

A true friend is never truly gone. Your spirit lives on in our hearts and in the memories we hold so dearly.

Truly,
Azi

“Hi Doc!” — that unforgettable voice still echoes in my ears. It was how Dato’ Lee Chung Han would greet me whenever he entered the front office of the lab, always calling out cheerfully to every staff member who worked for him.

Always positive and uplifting, he inspired others with his enthusiasm, offering praise where it was due and gentle guidance when improvement was needed. He was a good listener — a thoughtful leader and a caring mentor to all.

His kindness and generosity toward those who worked for him surpassed that of any other superior I had ever served. During the height of the COVID-19 outbreak, when staff were working tirelessly through the day and often skipping meals, Dato’ Lee arranged for cooked food to be delivered daily for lunch and dinner. This thoughtful gesture spared us the need to go out in search of food and kept everyone nourished.

He even set up a rest room on the top floor for staff working night shifts — a place to take short breaks or rest before driving home after long hours. The pantry was always well-stocked with refreshments, thanks to his thoughtfulness and generosity.

Dato’ Lee chaired our weekly meetings with admirable efficiency. Everyone came well-prepared, and he used the sessions as valuable learning experiences for the junior staff, especially during question time. He was always busy, driven by an incredible energy and determination to accomplish much within a short span of time.

Although I had the privilege of working with him for only a relatively brief period, I came to know him as not just an exemplary professional and leader, but also as a gentle, caring family man.

The memories of Dato’ Lee Chung Han will always be fondly cherished. He left us far too soon. May his noble soul rest in eternal peace.

Remembering Dato’ Lee Chung Han

I remember his jovial personality, his charm, his easy-going manners. Yet Dato’ Lee Chung Han inspired respect among those he worked and interacted with. This made him a natural leader and gave confidence to those he led.

We spoke about many of his interests and projects, both near and far — how they positively affected others, and how he was so full of energy to work on them. But even though he was not given the time to complete some of these ideas, I am certain that others will help to fulfill them.

Even though Dato’ Lee is gone too soon, his ideals live on. May we be able to accomplish all that he set out to do, and more.

Wonderful Han — a fabulous friend and truly amazing pal. We shall always remember his warm smile, his kindness, and his willingness to help. I count myself a very lucky friend indeed.

Who can ever forget dearest Han? I think of him with great fondness and love. Chung Han was a very close friend of our family, and we shall always remember him with deep gratitude. It brings me joy to join this group tribute to Han — a man whose presence filled our lives with happiness and light.

Han was more than just a friend; he meant a great deal to me and my family. We shall always remember him with love and respect. May his beautiful memory remain forever in our hearts.

Finding the right words to honour someone like the late Dato’ Lee Chung Han is no easy task. Though I only had the privilege of knowing him for a little over two years, we developed a meaningful friendship, bonding over our shared love for food and our mutual passion for helping others during the COVID epidemic.

I first got to know CH professionally, when we worked together to set up a COVID testing lab to help medical professionals detect cases more quickly. As our penchant for over-time work led to many working dinners, I got to see the personal side of CH. What I found was a magnanimous and humble man. His humility, despite his many accomplishments, was something I deeply admired. In every challenge we faced together, CH approached it with patience and wisdom, always finding a way to bring out the best in people.

He always had time for those in need and tried to help everyone to the best of his ability. He helped others not out of obligation, but out of genuine care. His kindness and wisdom touched the lives of many — friends, colleagues, and even those who barely knew him — regardless of social, economic, or racial background.

CH wasn’t just my business partner — he was my confidant, and most importantly, a true friend. One of the qualities I cherished most about him was his unwavering belief in my ideas, no matter how bold or unconventional they sounded. He would always listen intently, never dismissing anything, and together we would shape those ideas into something achievable. He gave me the confidence and support to pursue even my most ambitious dreams.

Sadly, CH left us too soon. His legacy is not just the success he achieved, but the way he lived — with integrity, compassion, and a genuine desire to help others realise their potential. Though he may no longer be here, his spirit continues to inspire me every day, giving me the courage to fearlessly chase my dreams. He is truly missed by all who had the privilege of knowing him.

EMBA CH… EMBA is not the same anymore, and I am so relieved that I texted CH when you were in London, and we managed to catch up. I missed that reunion, but it was the first time I truly wanted to meet someone afterward — and it was CH and his wonderful family. I will cherish my last memories of CH, sitting around the beautiful table with such warm company. The privilege is mine.

I remember the first time I met him — his smiley face, kind eyes, and open heart. I took a seat next to him during our break, and we chatted a bit. I was looking at my watch regularly, and he asked me if I was waiting for someone. I said I was waiting for my mom to bring my son. Deni was four years old, and I missed him greatly. At that time, I didn’t know whether it would be appropriate to bring him into the school (it became popular later), and I was a bit nervous about missing a lesson to go outside and hug my baby. CH told me, “Bring him here!” I said the staff might not be happy and that it could distract other students, but he insisted, “No, it wouldn’t.” I didn’t dare… But CH said, “May I go out with you and say hello to him?” He made me so happy! I said, of course, let’s go!

We went out, and he warmly greeted my mom and Deni. Deni was so happy to see my friend. He would meet all of them later, but CH was the first one, and he was very dear to my son. I remember his happy, loud laugh — the laugh of a confident and kind man.

I remember how warmly he talked about his family, his brother, and his mother. I remember him showing me pictures of the grand piano. It was amazing to hear his laugh echoing through the hotel’s reception and knowing that our people were there.

I remember the graduation day. He joined the queue with a gorgeous young lady, and as we realized later, his fiancée (or maybe you were already married by then). He was a slightly different CH — mature, loving, full of care for his beautiful princess. Simply amazing he was.

Chung Han was a wonderful man with a kind and generous heart. He may be gone from our sight, but never from our hearts.

With love and fond remembrance,
Datuk GT & Datin Esther

In Memory of CH

CH may no longer be with us, but his kindness, laughter, and friendship will never be forgotten.

His spirit continues to touch our lives and will always remain with us.

We miss him dearly, yet we are deeply grateful to have known a friend like him.

With sincere remembrance,
Syed

Today, I wanted to find out something about Oxford and thought of who could help me. Han was the first person that came to mind. He was always the one who helped to bridge connections — ever so helpful and cheerful. Sometimes I would ask him for things that were perhaps a little “improper,” and he would just laugh — that was Han, a righteous man with a good sense of humour. My memories of him are often in restaurants or bars. He would arrive, sit, and smile— always calm, never rushed like me. From him, I could borrow a sense of peace, a kind of steadiness — 稳重 — that I admired deeply. I will always miss him and remain grateful for his friendship. Though I didn’t spend as much time with him as I wish I had, I’ve realised how much I learned from him, and through him. I feel truly blessed to have had him in my life.

I am very fortunate to have known Chung Han through Tze Hua, my closest friend from school. It is easy to fall in love but very few relationships last a lifetime. I knew my best friend had it all when she met Chung Han and I couldn’t be happier to watch their beautiful life unfold from the moment they met. I feel incredibly lucky to have crossed paths with someone as caring, thoughtful, kind, and loving as Chung Han. Over the past year, I have been most inspired by stories of his philanthropic contributions to society and his generous love and care for the ones he loved. This is something I’ll always remember and aspire to live up to in my own ways. You are missed, Chung Han, and memories of you will live on forever in your wonderful children and loving wife.

To our dearest Chung Han,

You were always so full of light — the one who could brighten any room with your presence. Your smile was the biggest and warmest, and even your eyes smiled with kindness. A truly generous soul, always ready to lend a hand, no matter how packed your days were with work and meetings.

I’ll never forget the time we were on holiday, and you, in true Chung Han style, jumped into the pool in the middle of a meeting — AirPods and all! That moment captured your essence — effortlessly blending joy with responsibility.

We miss you deeply, Chung Han. Your spirit, your laughter, and your kindness will forever live on in our hearts.

I have had the privilege of meeting the late Dato’ Lee Chung Han. His sincerity, humility, and genuine kindness left a lasting impression on everyone who had the privilege of knowing him.

It is truly inspiring to see how he uplifted others without ever seeking recognition — embodying true leadership and compassion. Such qualities remind us all of the importance of kindness and humility in our own lives.

Dear Chung Han,

Wherever you are, I hope you have found the eternal peace that you so truly deserve.

Here, we are missing your cheerful smile, your kind nature, and the warm presence you brought into every room.

Many have walked this earth, but few have left such an indelible mark on the lives of others as you did.

You may be gone, but you will live on forever in our hearts.

With love,
Chien

Although my friendship with Chung Han began during our time as colleagues, our interactions became more frequent in the years leading up to his passing.

Chung Han radiated positivity and warmth, making him easily approachable. He was an incredibly obliging friend — always willing to lend a hand — and was truly respected by all our peers for his integrity and character.

— Chris San

In loving memory of Han, an honorable and generous gentleman who truly listened and cared for others. He was deeply committed to charity and always extended warm hospitality to his friends.

I fondly recall his visit to Perth, where we shared joyful moments, indulging in his favorite roast duck and enjoying time at the arcade. Han’s kindness and friendship touched all who knew him, leaving a lasting legacy of compassion and warmth.

Chung Han was an embodiment of drive and determination — and he carried both with that marvellous, infectious smile of his. He made everyone feel welcomed and his equal. He was proud of his roots and his culture, yet he embraced those with different roots and backgrounds just as warmly. It was plain to see that he loved life — and he enjoyed it to the fullest. May his legacy live on through his family and all those whose lives he has touched.

I will always remember the happiness that shone on your mom’s face when she talked about your dad before they started dating. He was the only man to make her smile like that and it was then that I knew he was the one for her. Through him, the both of you came into this world and I hope you will always remember his generous nature as well as the smiles, laughter and happy moments you all shared with him.

He made your mum happy. He made you. And that’s beautiful. May he live on in your memories and happiness.