At 55

Being a blogger, 4 years later

Today, I am 55 years old. Young at heart but various illness system seems to set in.
Going back to my younger days, these few incidents left marks on me:.
1. A deep cut on my left leg. My dad took me to the Penang's General Hospital and got it stitched up
2. Bitten by a snake while playing in the river inside our fruit plantation.
3. Fell down from a tree due to my carelessness. I was trying to do a fireman rope that could pull myself up a tree but half way up I forgot to hold tightly onto the main rope and eventually I dropped to the ground. Suffered internal injury but was saved by a very sincere staff of my dad.
4. Walking through a glass panel while staying in Hotel Equatorial, KL. Ending up 9 stitches.

The worse of the 4 was falling down from the tree. Until today, I still have some regular muscle ache and to over come this issue, I am learning to walk on a piece of bamboo as recommended by an old operator from Low Theons & Sons. He was working with us in one of our project, University Place. I would said that it was some kind of reflexology and made me sweat after stepping on it for 10 minutes
Thinking of what my staff have done on this great day, I decided to treat the staffs from Moonlight Bay and Island Resort to a simple lunch. At the meantime thanking them on the effort that they have given to me and my company in accomplishing the Moonlight Bay's project and also the on going Island Resort.


Mr Beh and I sharing our birthday together , I, 55 and him 65. so coincidentally both of us March 15


Moonlight Bay's Staffs












Well, a cake presented by the staff. I thanked the staff and a simple speech for them.
" I would like to thank everyone of you who are presented here today and also the rest who are not presented here but directly or indirectly helping to finish all the projects for the last 40 years. Apart from this, we have to work hard together to finish this present project. Keep up with the good work and always work as a team."





As quoted by one of their wishes to me , "A better increment for the following year".
I told them that I would forward their wishes to my Senior Head and also our Boss.

War zone Countries

My entry

Flipping over my expired passport, I found the date the I entered Iran after the revolution:...........
I recalled how I became a hero when leaving the plane, Air France ,just wearing a thin shirt and have a few pure wool blankets which was wrapped around at certain parts of my body by the air stewardess to keep me warm till I received my luggage in the airport. Well, the administrative staff did not informed me that it was winter in Iran.

Other than that I was the only foreigner leaving the plane ! quoted by an American lady who was beside me on the journey from Bangkok to Tehran. The Iranian who were queuing up for their turn to enter the airport proper were so kind to let me in first after explaining to the Airport security. Even before entering , I took a few moment to catch the snow with my hands. Very interesting to feel the coldness in my palm.Upon receiving my luggage, I quickly took out the winter jacket which was given by my brother who have returned from the States
All these stories were repeated many times whenever I were having meals gathering with my friends.Some would feel bored with the stories but nevertheless they could have missed a few on how I retreated from Iran during outbreak of Iran & Iraq war.

Looking at the recent news on Egypt and Libya, I recalled my friend, an electrician who told me how they left Iran during the revolution. Pan Am, an American airline took them out to the nearest city ,Rome, and after converting their air tickets they took the earliest flight back to Singapore. Pan Am was flying none stop to evacuate all foreigners.

.........................to continue on the my retreat to Istanbul, Turkey and the option our Malaysian Embassy gave us.......Pakistan route, Moscow by train and finally the decision by my company to take the Turkey journey..................Hope I still the pictures .....from my album........... I manage to take a small souvenir Persian carpet .out...........???...

another story on how being greed saved my life. .....Op...I have never told this story to my Dad and Mum for sure they will stop me returning to Iran to work.>>!!!!