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The above facebook posting appearing on my FB wall recently. Not withstanding the slight arrogance in this HR posting, it once again resurrected the feelings I had when I attended X's wedding just a few weeks ago.
Here's some background: my classmates were getting married recently. They were together since secondary school and were together since 1998. Although I've never remained in contact, they really wanted me to be there -- I think it's cause I was one of the only rare few who didn't disapprove of their relationship back then. The boy was a slacker beng whom everyone believed would end up in the dumps, who was simply not good enough for the girl.
To be fair, he really wasn't a good match up for her, and I think she would have done better in school if not for him. You know, special stream students who end up in Poly, which is like practically the end of the world for most JC bound teens. In any case, back then, I was too busy wondering if gay was ok to be bothered with judging other people's relationship.
So fast forward to 2011, I am attending their wedding and I am surprised to find that now he's apparently the associate director at some up and coming property company. I'm not sure what associate director means but I could tell from the lavish wedding at Marina Mandarin that he must have quite some money! Maybe he should have invited all the people who looked down on him.
What I was even more surprised of was that I become jealous. I realised that back then, I may not have judged them, but I certainly didn't have a very high opinion of him. I was doing reasonably well by the O levels, was a school debater, ended up in an elite program in an elite school, all ready to conquer the world. But look where that got me. I may be living reasonably comfortably, but compared to him, I'm probably earning peanuts!!! Maybe I shouldn't have been such a good boy, following prescribed routes of success and just flown along with the wind. Look where it took him! Turn a few deals and earn my one month's pay probably!
haha.
Perhaps it depends on one's definition of success, which may not be measured in terms of money. But one thing is sure there are certainly many many routes to success and never underestimate the down and out.
The above facebook posting appearing on my FB wall recently. Not withstanding the slight arrogance in this HR posting, it once again resurrected the feelings I had when I attended X's wedding just a few weeks ago.
Here's some background: my classmates were getting married recently. They were together since secondary school and were together since 1998. Although I've never remained in contact, they really wanted me to be there -- I think it's cause I was one of the only rare few who didn't disapprove of their relationship back then. The boy was a slacker beng whom everyone believed would end up in the dumps, who was simply not good enough for the girl.
To be fair, he really wasn't a good match up for her, and I think she would have done better in school if not for him. You know, special stream students who end up in Poly, which is like practically the end of the world for most JC bound teens. In any case, back then, I was too busy wondering if gay was ok to be bothered with judging other people's relationship.
So fast forward to 2011, I am attending their wedding and I am surprised to find that now he's apparently the associate director at some up and coming property company. I'm not sure what associate director means but I could tell from the lavish wedding at Marina Mandarin that he must have quite some money! Maybe he should have invited all the people who looked down on him.
What I was even more surprised of was that I become jealous. I realised that back then, I may not have judged them, but I certainly didn't have a very high opinion of him. I was doing reasonably well by the O levels, was a school debater, ended up in an elite program in an elite school, all ready to conquer the world. But look where that got me. I may be living reasonably comfortably, but compared to him, I'm probably earning peanuts!!! Maybe I shouldn't have been such a good boy, following prescribed routes of success and just flown along with the wind. Look where it took him! Turn a few deals and earn my one month's pay probably!
haha.
Perhaps it depends on one's definition of success, which may not be measured in terms of money. But one thing is sure there are certainly many many routes to success and never underestimate the down and out.