exes, old friends, and a power-tripping glorified security guard

Okay. First things first.

On a twistedly happy note, last Thursday I attended the MTV Awards with the boys. They were nominated for Favorite New Artist kasi. So I was... Ed Bighead's "date." Hmmm... Not only was the red-carpet walk absolutely surreal, but the entire event was a blast from my past. As in, TOTALLY. Saw my crushest-of-the-moment there, as an old schoolmate's date (waaaah!) as well as MANY, MANY college friends and even some from my barkada.

Chiko: Omigodomigodomigod! What are you doing here?!?
Mark(UBER-SARCASTIC): Uh, duh. We're always here at the coolest events.

Should've figured as much anyway. It was a pleasant surprise. I miss those friends of mine. College was a blast and they all figured in it some way. I guess I'm quite different from the way I was back then, now all girlie and dressing up and wearing make-up, and BOY, DID I GET IT FROM THEM.

Mark (on my outfit and makeup): O, kelan ka kakanta?
Chiko: Hahaha. What-ever.

Oh, this is the second time both my exes are professionally appearing together. The first was the MEG magazine issue... now this. I swear. It's a little sad on my part, methinks. I look pathetic. I think they were amused, at least I was. Puffy was really a darling, although rolled his eyes when he found out who I was with. Ay.

Miss you Mark, Alia, Chris, Ramon, Neva, Quark and Lia.

I really must diet though. Caress, an old friend back from my Fuse days, said... "Hey, you're getting really... healthy. Prettier, but healthy."

Kill me now.

Now to the bad stuff...

I absolutely REFUSE to recount yesterday's fiasco, but I DO want to rant about that scumbag security guard. Busy? Busy, my foot! All he was doing was holding a megaphone saying "Hoy, bawal mag-park diyan!" Like the world will cease to exist if he didn't do that. And it's not like the main office DIDN'T ask me to come get him. Asshole. I SWEAR I WILL HAVE YOU FIRED.

I'm not mean nor heartless, believe me. And I certainly DO NOT look down on people. But he deserves to be looked down on. The way he treated me, the way he spoke to me... that's just not right. I know I give off the impression that I'm a ditz, a flighty, frivolous little girl who has nothing on her brain but the color pink but still... He acted like he was, no not a KING... a god. Oh, and while ranting to a friend who lives in the village where the incident occured, it seems the guy has a track record. I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS. I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO NOR TREATED THAT WAY.

So there. Off to have him THROWN OFF HIS "HIGH-HORSE."