was talking to some relative bout tracing one's roots and i realised that maybe i should. my dad was the only kid and i noe no nuts bout his real family. he used to stay in one part of the country where he made lots of close frens and they become adopted relatives. and my dad used to be malaysian. he was a PR then was naturalised singaporean. how cool is that. and i recalled my mom saying tht he has relatives back in malacca, where he was from and he brought his mom here to stay with him and therefore us. she was and still is my favourite caregiver. and maybe finding n loving these people whom she used to live is something tht she wanted me to do. she's a Bugis by race, and she spoke and wrote Bugis (not sure about the writing part). and i recall she speaking words from this language to me back in the distant past. and mayb finding these relatives would be doing her a favor. maybe if she were still alive, she would have brought me to malaysia- when i get a bit older and when she had the money- to showed me off to her sisters and nieces and nephews. maybe she wanted to do that. just now, one of my relatives was telling me tht my father's cousin was still alive and that he was around my dad's age, which now would be 61. and said he looks like my dad. cool isn't it. i will go to malacca one day. soon. Allah bless.