Happy birthday to me…
Happy birthday, happy birthday…
Happy birthday to me.
Trader called to warmly greet me a happy birthday. A great start to my day.
My parents are over for the week, and my dad picks a fight with me early in the morning. Fuck. Can’t be even give the birthday girl a break?
I am early to our morning meeting and we initiate on a sector. Terrific, I’m learning something new. The morning meeting is terrific and it’s an all-star cast.
Boring at work because just taking care of day-to-day details. No fires to remove.
Meet my parents and go to the bank. We go to a nice basement Chinese restaurant while my dad complains about the food. My mom and I eat the sesame paste chicken silently. Their porkchop with black vinegar isn’t really that great and my mood doesn’t improve.
My colleagues buy me a few boxes of cupcake and sing me a crooked yet sweet “Happy Birthday” song at the dealing floor. I blushed. It’s very rare that I blush. I then distribute all the cupcake away and it was gone in 60 seconds. 😀
I start thinking of my MBA and am reminded that I need to get a move on. Baby calls me again and we talk about MBA and other things. I love this guy!
My parents ask me to just have dinner at home. They have bought me some takeaway Ajisen ramen. I bring home a few pieces of cake for us to enjoy.
My dad gives mea sermon again of the evil men who try to take advantage of silly lovesick women. I think he’s talking about me. He insults Trader and makes me mad but I cannot say anything because that would agitate him even further. I try to block out the noise further and feel bad.
I read Snowball (Warren Buffet’s authorized biography) to pass the time. Place cover on a valuation book and look up MBA options online. Trader will not be happy that I’m looking at London Business School. He’s selfish that way.
Sigh. Still confused about MBA.
Really, a happy birthday to me. Thanks to dad for making it a really great day! 😦