What A 'Date'...Materialistic Nothings...Bleahz!!

Had lunch with my two I/Cs; one had to remind & assure me that today was the day they were going to give me a lunch treat. How could I say no?? So I went, all the while sticking to my I/C instead of THAT man. Can you blame me for being traumatized by him?? All the while my gut told me not to provide so much leash on this guy & my intuition proved me right once again as THAT man kept himself busy by talking about myself getting married.

My eyes popped out.

What is up with him & marriage, anywayz?? He mentioned how old he was when he got hitched & how old -or young, depending on how you look at it- his wife was when she married him. Yaaaaaaaaawn. Like, I heard it already?? And this is like, the third time I'm hearing it again?? You got married. So what??

He even asked me if I'd want to marry a 45-year old man.

This time, I choked on my Chicken Cutlet Noodles. What the fuck!!??

Why would I want to marry a man older than my own Daddy??

Yes, I did say that out loud. And both I/Cs were pretty much surprised by the fact. Well, THAT man had to add his own petty two cents by claiming that he was younger than Daddy Alonso. Please lahh, you got married at 28, you have a twenty-plus year old son & you still want to say you're younger than Daddy Alonso?? Get a life & stop trying to act young, for cryin' out loud!!

They had brought me to Banquet, which isn't so classy but not tacky either; I'm not complaining because as long as there's food, I'm happy. Well, I am thankful that they brought me to lunch & my I/C actually commented on why he never saw me going out for lunch, always being stuck here in the office. Both I/Cs make such a gay couple -if both of them weren't already married. But yeah, they're both similar & different from each other. THAT man is all brag & big talk while my I/C is just happy to sit down & listen. No wonder lahh best friends.

Everything THAT man owns has to be better than my I/C. My I/C owns a Hyundai Matrix designed by Pinnafarina -you know, that Italian car designer associated with Ferrari??- so I said the Alonso family rides in a Hyundai Trajet (which Mummy Alonso usually drives lahh, 'cuz Daddy has his bike). Well, I had to reveal that fact because I/C asked if my family owns it. You think I want to say so much about my personal life?? And THAT man had to announce that he drives Mazda 3 & that even his friends love to drive his car.

*stuff fingers in mouth & starts gagging*

Did we want to know??

All the way he went, bragging about his ownings yada, yada, yada. Which made me wonder. Why must he be so materialistic?? Does the amount of stuff you own or the TYPE of stuff you own make you more of a man?? Or in general, a person?? Does it get you more stature, more recognition?? You want to be remembered by the 'toys' you have instead of being remembered as a person with character??

Heck, you're from Malaysia. 'Nuff said. Why must you glorify the things you have just to up the ante on your success?? Does it even matter?? The things you have now are just what they are. Things. Plain & simple. Why do you have to be so proud just because you have a Mazda 3?? It's good, yeah, so??

You're going to Haj come December & yet what have you done to prepare yourself for this pilgrimege?? By right, I shouldn't be questioning stuff like these on those whom are elders. Who am I to say so, right?? Guaranteed, I should mirror myself first before hitting on others. But I just can't get it off my mind that a peer is behaving this way. A peer going on a pilgrimege at that.

I don't know how he's going to behave when he comes back; I don't wish to know either because it's none of my business & I'll be gone anywayz.

But seriously, I wonder. Would he be spouting off tales from his trip there, spinning it in exageration that those listening would be caught in awe??

I was right to trust my instincts & be on guard around THAT man. On numerous occassions, I relied on my gut for judgement when getting to know new people & it hasn't failed me; it's usually spot-on. If the first impression fails to meet the mark, I'd still reserve judgement but I'd raise my guard higher. And this was one of the occassions.

Overall though, I had a nice meal; I/C made it better, though I think I'd cry if it were only me & THAT man. Seriously, I stuck to I/C almost the whole way through from the time we came out of the office. Even though it was THAT man who paid for my lunch, I wasn't letting down my resolve.

Tomorrow's my last day here. I know they still want me back & would pay double or even triple of my current allowance for my services. We'll see. I don't like the idea of being cooped up in an enclosed space for too long & I don't like the work I'm doing. But for the extra money which would hopefully see me secured in a university abroad, maybe I'd do it. If of course, I can't teach music to the little kiddies.

Laterz...
Lenny JC