FF 67


FF 67

Not that I want to use the F word but it is freaking frightening turning 67 today. Old people like to delude and console themselves with the overused clique that 'age is just a number' but the fact remains that this bloomer is fast becoming ancient. I don't know about other people but I do not look forward to Birthdays ever since turning 40. Happy Birthday indeed!!!

People are not born with an expiry date tag. So you don't really know how much longer you will be hanging around. The good news is there wasn't any adverse pains and ache after my routine 3 km walk this morning, so I suppose this old junk use by date should last another 10-20 years.

So why am I blogging and whining like a grumpy old man in here. I received a present and note from my favorite daughter this morning. She mentioned that she needed a calculator to work out my age (she was never good in math) and requested I do another blog post.
I couldn't even remember the password to my own blog. After checking I realize my last post was more than 2 years ago. It took some serious effort and numerous attempts before I could sign in. Sigh, how I wish they have iris or thumb print recognition to save the hassle of remembering all those passwords.

My daughter wrote in her note that she got me a birthday present for the first time in 23 years. She also said I have lived a life with no regrets and am blessed with a perfect daughter.

This was my reply I sent to her in WhatsApp.

"ML, thanks for the birthday gift and note. 23 years of investment finally bear some dividend. Performance is worse than many of my dormant shares portfolio. Most of what you wrote is true except for the part on being the perfect daughter. I have reservations about that for now. The verdict will depends on your future performance."

Dreading the next birthday when I will be 68 but please consult me before buying my next birthday present. I am thinking of something with 4 wheels..........so save up!  Love you.

5th February 2020

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