Long Distance Drunk Affair

Last night. 

Whilst drinking beer and cuba libre...

I had this very, very awesome call all the way from Bulgaria. Ani, my crazy, international bestie phoned just to tell me that they were drinking Rakia and beer for me. I was totally touched but sooo jealous at the same time. Rakia and beer for me are among the best boozy combos in the world.

I was really, really, really happy to hear from 'em so I told them "Chestita Nova Godina" or as we say in English "Happy New Year!"

Hahahahaha!

A Short Tale About the Lizard with No Tail

So aside from the black puppy hanging outside my front door (coz the other two mysteriously disappeared and I like to think they were given away to loving and caring humans and let's leave it at that), there's another poor soul dwelling in my apartment. This time on the ceiling: a lizard without a tail who I've dubbed as Lizzie the Lizard. He's been around for about 5 days now. Sometimes he crawls about really quick and then he always return to the same spot on the corner, right above the bar. And stay there for hours. I think he stares at me.

Maybe he wants booze and is jealous of all the black ants getting drunk on the spills of vodka and creme de menthe. I like to watch 'em wobble all over the surface of the bar counter. Others are totally immobilized with intoxication. I don't drive 'em away, I enjoy getting drunk with those silly ants.

Anyhoo, back to Lizzie the Lizard. I heard that the lizard's tail is its defense mechanism. I think Lizzie is here under my nurturing roof to recuperate and be up and about again and eat the creepy crawlies. I wonder what happened to his tail.

It Must be Hate

Woke up again this morning to the sound of the neighbors' shouting match. As usual, it went on and on and on. What the hell is wrong with these people?

This time the topics covered were mostly about death (mamatay unta ka), a bit of  home and gadget (layas dire, ibilin na ang cellfone), one mention about sex and family (kayata aning pamilyaha oi) and finally, prostitution (burikat ka).

I wanted to tell the person who was called a prostitute not to worry. If she is actually a prostitute, then for her, love is always just around the corner. Hahahahaha!

Rock On! \m/

One of the best beers on earth

I just luuurve my Rock glass, just as much as I love the Rock beer. It makes all beers taste vundabar, even room temperature Red Horse.

But the Rock beer and the Rock glass are always perfect together. Makes sense, since both are made for each other.

I miss the beer. And Tartu. And Gunpowder Cellar.

I Love My Hair

Even when it's scaring me.

It's the 2nd time this week that I freaked out because something was crawling on my skin, only to find out that that it was just actually my hair.

My apartment is near to a mini wilderness that's why I always stumble across some creepy crawlies creeping and crawling inside the house.

I don't mind much except if they start flying and/or heading for my direction.

And as long as they're not the mortal enemies.

Speaking of which, I still can't get over the traumatic events of Thursday night. A total of 7 huge cockroaches and all of them were flying about. Soooo gross plus one. I will never go back to that place again, ever.  

And there was the fact that the MW was very specific about me not causing a scene. I did not, because the waitresses were very adept at reaching for 'em once they land on the walls and then killing 'em. The last straw was when another was flying in our direction. I ran towards the exit, leaving everything behind --- lappy, ipod, beer, cash, the MW and all. 

Buzz Off, Dimwit

SOMEBODY passed by me earlier and asked me if I'm not at home yet, like: "Are you not at home yet, Celest?"

Hellooooooo! I'm right in front of him! And a whole lot of kilometers away from my apartment. I just shook my head without looking at him, like he was asking a normal, boring question. And used all of my will-power not to tell him: "Actually, I'm at home right at this very moment and it's just my holographic image that you're talking to."

But his being a dim-wit seems to be critical in nature, so why bother?

Elevator Erotica

I wish! Hahahahaha!

Because, OMG!!! There was an American (I think) hottie (definitely!) in the elevator and it took all of my willpower not to turn around and wink at him. Or stare. Or drool. Then he asked me and the other girl where we worked. I looked at him and I could feel my under-thingies practically falling off. I said the PT thing in hopefully was an uber-cool manner. The other girl was apparently brain-dead and in heaven, as she wasn't able to utter a single thing. Then, the elevator doors opened to reveal my floor. And it seemed I was not yet completely giddy and spasmodic inside coz I was able to hurriedly ask him where he works.

And it's at:  **** , somewhere above 12th Floor. Hurrraaaay and triple-yum!!!!

Maybe they have a job opening there. Hahahaha!