Happy Birthday…

To me…
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.

Fuck.

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! 😦

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About Bonita

I'm a forgetful person. But I think a lot. Every day, a lot of thoughts enter my head. That's why this blog came to be: first, to keep my memories alive through the years, and two, to actually see how I and my thoughts have changed. Please note that I seldom draft or edit my posts. Sometimes, if I'm not careful, I offend some of you, my readers. And while I apologize for making you feel uncomfortable, I am not sorry for being honest or for making well-intentioned mistakes. I will however be the first to admit if I change my mind. Hence, do read and proceed with caution. My life is as colorful and as boring as you make it. I complain many days, but offer some encouragement in others. Life is fluid, it changes. So keep the positives and throw away the negatives, and I do hope that at the end of the day, you will enjoy reading the blog and leaving comments here and there if my posts touches you. Happy reading!
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2 Responses to Happy Birthday…

  1. j.xu says:

    Happy B-day girl!! ^^

    A story to share with you~

    “Get to”
    Did you ever have something that someone said hit you like a ton of bricks?
    That happened to me at 8:05 p.m. on Thursday, January 18, 2001. It is a day I will never forget.
    I need to back track a little here, so you will understand where I am coming from. In September of 1997, I walked through the doors of Marian College as an adult student going to college for the first time, at 44 years old. It has always been a dream of mine to go to college, but that didn’t lessen the butterflies in my stomach, or my lack of confidence. Today I have completed 96 credits and I have 33 more to go. I’ve come a long way from that first night 52 months ago.
    It was during one of my current marketing classes that my instructor, Pam Schlenvogt, told us about “Get to”, and I just can’t get it off my mind.
    She told us that we walk through life making choices. some of them are good, and some of them not so good, but hopefully we learn something from all of them. She told us that night a little about attitude and how it affects us. She gave us a handout called “Life is an Attitude”and walked us through Accountability, Tenacity, Truth, Integrity, Trust, Understanding, Dedication and Excellence. She also told us that we cannot choose what happens to us, but we can choose our attitudes toward each situation.
    If we walk through life on the path we have chosen feeling as though we have to do this or we hate to do that, eventually we might feel overwhelmed. She then told us about changing our attitude and looking at the opportunities presented to us each day. If we look at those opportunities or challenges with a “get to” instead of a “have to” we might enjoy the journey just a little bit more.
    I decided to make a conscious effort over the next couple of days to exchange the words””have to” with “get to”in my conversations with friends, co-workers, and family, but most of all in my thoughts, and something amazing happened. I noticed all the things I “get to”do and started appreciating the opportunities and challenges on my path.

    Just imagine:
    I get to go to school to fulfill my dream.
    I get to go to work when so many people can’t
    I get to do the laundry, thankful for a washer and dryer.
    I get to play with my kids who deserve more attention of mine.
    I get to spend time with a friend, who needs my help.
    I get to read a book. I still have my sight.
    I get to remember the things that make me happy.

    …….

    ….. I get to [argue with/be picked at from] my dad, which shows he cares for me~

    Take care Bonita!!! Have a nice B-day ^^!!!!!!

  2. arthur chang says:

    Bonita,
    HAppy birthday. I LOVE LONDON!! im totally for moving there and getting a MBA and then getting trader to move to london too. pay is way better and in pounds not like the HKD pegged to the USD.

    glad you have decided to pursue MBA even after your mom and dad’s lecture.

    AC

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