One notable thing is that, Lai Yi won runner up for Miss Malaysia Universe, and Jessy is now a freelance model. And the other girls... well, they've grown to be very very very beautiful.
It came as quite a shock, pretty much because well, I've seen them during our gawky teenage years, gangly and all angles and no shape. Or babyfat tubby. Or with mean looking braces. And now.... whoah, they're so gorgeous they took my breath away.
Tell me la, how can my eyes not turn green, and green slime not ooze out of every pore of my body? Jelesnyerrr... model, beauty queens, air stewardess, bla bla bla... and me... teacher?!
Aiyohhhh...
Come admire my chunted girlfriends.
Lai Yi... won runner up in the Miss Malaysia Universe
Jessy (the one in front, no 13)... is now doing freelance modelling.
Wei Leng... also modelling, kua
Neets... can be a model, but took to studying Law
And the silly dreamer took up teaching, hoping to be the difference that will make a difference.I'm jeless... I'm torn between living la dolce vita, and well, contributing to society. Not that living la dolce vita isn't contributing to society la, after all it keeps the economy moving...
There are so many things I want to do with my life. Sometimes I dream of having a high flying, glamourous job that pays me a fat paycheck, be driven around in a Bentley, have 2.5 kids and a cat and live in a big bungalow with a swimming pool.
Other times I think, ah, maybe I don't want to work, spend my days having manicures and doing my hair and going for all the self advancement classes like yoga, having tea with the other taitais, having the luxury to fly anywhere in the world without having to apply for leave, be driven around in a Jaguar, and still live in a mansion not unlike Chatsworth House.
Hahaha. Fat hopes aye?
But at the end of the day, I think, what the hell a car is just a car. I don't need Ferragamo shoes to make me happy, I don't need that Dior bag or the Prada knapsack. Its not to say that I don't want it (which girl in her right mind doesn't?). But I guess I'm equally happy with okay quality Vincci shoes and and Nine Wests bags.
Ooh... but there's no end to wants. How can you really see to a goal and set priorities when there's so many things that comes along the way to tempt you? When your naturally kiasu streak comes out, and you see your friends seemingly more successful than you are?
How do we measure success anyway?
Is it by the cars you have, or how fat your paycheck is, or whether you can afford all that status symbols that show the world that you are, indeed, successful enough to afford all those?
Or is it by the people you help along the way, the satisfaction you get when seeing a child break into a big happy smile once he gets an answer correct? How do you show these things? How would people know that you're successful?
Then it boils down to whether they need to know if you're successful... is the person you are good enough, or do you still need something to show that you've achieved something?
And maybe you do.
Because like it or not, the world isn't exactly Thomas Moore's Utopia. Like it or not, books are more often than not, judged by its cover.
4 comments:
Looks don't last but touching the hearts of others will ;)
I think you're beautiful, inside and out.
I measure success by happiness. That's my ultimate goal - just being happy.
I used to earn more money as a copywriter, but I was utterly miserable.
I'm not saying that I'm happy now - just happier than I was before, and that's a big step forward for me.
i'm with jay there.
happiness, all the way. i'm never unhappy for too long, hence the job-hopping.
if material wealth makes you happy, then the more you have, you should technically be happier.
if knowledge and the imparting thereof makes you happy..well, you know the formula.
there's basically 2 measures of success; society's and yours. dependslah, on who you wanna please more.
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