Piapot Legally 18

I just turned 18 three days ago. And i know that most of you guys have already known about it. And this blog post is just my own share of experiences to what exactly happened the day I was legally 18. LOL

anyway, at exactly 12am text messages came flooding in my cell phone, though i wasn’t able to appreciate a lot because i was in deep slumber until i read them all somewhere around past 5am or so, when Mother Goose and Don Domeng woke me up in their own version of Happy b-day! (awwww…)

Here are some of the text messages because I will not be able to finish this post if i type them all…

Piapot! hapee berday.. Hehe… Wish u ol d best!.. – Papo

Uy kapatid. HapPy birthday. Legal n. Alam na!Haha – Ched

Happy Birthday inang – Basilio/Ian

Pia!. happy birthday.. ..uy dlga n,haha! Mis q na kayo, ingatz plge! -Papa Bear

Hapi bday pare ko… mwaks… – pare ko

Happy birthday! – Semenaristang Unggoy

Ate pia! happy birthday! more bdays and blessing 2 come! miss u., GB..^^ – Anne

Happy 18th birthday may God grants all ur wishes keeps u safe n healthy we love u! – Dad and Mami

May u continue 2 b d sweetest, charmest, prettiest, lady i know and may our good lord always give you d desire of ur heart. hapy b-day! luv u! – Ate Jha

Hapi birthday. Read from Musang’s blog that it’s ur 18th bday. Debutant ka na pala. Stay as sweet as u r. – Kuya

Now isn’t that sweet huh? Anyway, for all those who greeted me that day including the numbers whom I don’t know exactly, thank you very much from the bottom of my hypothalamus!

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Now, since It was my birthday, and my 18th b-day that is, there was no debut party with gowns and 18 roses or what so ever, but i had something better! I asked my mom to prepare just a simple family dinner for us and a few guest that I want to share my day with, but when i got home… Mother Goose prepared a feast!

Here's Me and my Mom with her home cooked goodies! Yum-yum!

If you were able to read PM’s Mother’s day special post, you would not argue on how delicious my mom cooks! She’s actually the best cook ever with her not-so-secret ingredient that she claims to be just a little dash of ‘L-O-V-E’.

here are some of the dishes in a closer look:

Mother Goose's Perfected Menudo

Chopsuey and Beef in white souce

spicy Laing

The rest of the Good Stuff!

And of Course, my home-made Sansrival B-day cake, courtesy of PM! What more can I ask for with my name printed on it?? Yum-yum!

I also received this boquet of flowers from Vin

anyway, here’s me with the most important people in my life who were able to attend the party…

Special People in my Neurotic Brain's Life

In the photo are my family and some friends, including our mentor in the student publication who did not care to travel all the way to our far off home!

I would also like to take this opportunity to thank my parents, Mother Goose and Don Domeng for bringing me into this world with such great parents, Mami and Dadi who were not included in the photo because they came a little late, and the other three most important men not only in my life but for the whole family:

Kuya and his two great sons, Kuya Alex and Kuya Nap, who have always been there for us no matter what just like our big brothers, thank you very much! and I love you all! Umwaks!!

Now… now… Am I one lucky girl? A happy Day with Special people around. What more can I ask for? Nothing else but to give them the best in return!

Joke Time!

(Dinner table, past 7pm)

Piapot: “Nakita niyo ba yung cookie ko na sa ref?” (Have you seen my cookie in the ref?)

PM: “Oo. Kinain na namin yung cookie mo na Mrs. Fields. Di naman masarap. Kaya binigay ko na lang kay papa, haha!” (Yes, we ate it already. It doesn’t taste good so I gave it to papa, haha!)

Don Domeng: “Masarap naman ah? Pero di naman ako bibili ng cookie na yun 40 pesos mahigit ang isa.” (Its good? But i won’t buy one of those cookie, it costs 40 pesos each.)

Piapot: “Dapat masanay ka ng kumain ng ganon Pa, yun ang kinakain ng mga mayayaman! 200 plus yata ang isang kahon nun eh tapos six pieces lang.” (You should be immuned to it Pa, that’s the food eaten by royalty. I think a box of that costs 200 peso plus.)

Don Domeng: “Bibili na lang ako ng isang kahon na Sky Flakes, mura pa! Tsaka dilis na lang ang kakainin ko… (I’m just going to buy a box of Sky Flakes, it’s even cheaper! And I’m just going to eat dilis (a kind of small fish fried to crisp)

kahit na… (even though…)

mayaman ako.” (I am royalty.)

Doraemon: “Wenk… wenk.. wenk.. ano ka ngayon? ah!”

Angels and Demons Part II

Two days ago, my bestfriend/seminarian texted me out of the blue to do him a favor. Unfortunately, because of the summer vacation he’s been staying in the province and out of prison San Carlos Seminary for his out of school duties as a soon to be priest. And with his presence near by, he has all the time in the world to bug me – and in the bussiest times of my life.

Anyway, here’s our text conversation:

Phone beeps: “Konichiwa…  Konichiwa… KO-NI-CHI-WA!!!!!” (message alert tone volume level 3)

Text message:

Seminaristang Unggoy: “Hoy, may ginagawa ka ba?” (Hey, are you doing something?)

Piapot:“Marami. Hindi ako sanay ng walang ginagawa.” (A lot. I’m not used to doing nothing.)

Semenaristang Unggoy: “Good. Gawin mo to at idagdag mo sa mga ginagawa mo.” (Good. Do this and add it to the things you have to do.)

Piapot: “Ang alin?” (Do what?)

Semenaristang Unggoy: “May scanner ka ba? (Do you have a scanner?) Meron akong less than 100 pictures galing ng seminaryo. (I have less than 100 pictures from the seminary) I have to scan them for our movie presentation and I need it Friday morning. I’ll give it to you after your class. Pakisave mo na din sa USB mo.” (Please save it on your USB.)

Piapot: “Ano? May klase ako eh hanggang 6?” (What? I have classes until 6pm?)

Semenaristang Unggoy: “Humanap ka na lang ng uutusan. Salamat.” (Find someone to do it then. Thank you.)

Piapot: “Hmpf!! Demanding!!”

So that’s that. Setting aside the number of photos that i scanned I had my eyes on this one:

This is a photo taken inside San Carolos Seminary’s Dormitory. I can’t explain why I have an unusual feeling by merely just looking at it. When I asked the monkey-semenarian about it, he said that it was taken by a priest inside the seminary around 1960’s, but I’m not so sure if that priest was already a priest by then or still a seminarian.

Upon looking at it, I don’t know what to feel. It seems as though my emotions are torn apart from the mood of the photo, it’s setting and the aged look. If we consider the number of years you have to stay inside the seminary away from your family, maybe that’s one factor that has shown from the picture. Second, how hard it is to stick to the commitment of celibacy. And third, the sweet and bitter life of being a servant of God, to be good but to be a human; to be real but to be divine and to be selfless enough to give yourself for everybody who needs it.

So, that’s what my neurons have been processing inside my fried brain

Now tell me. What’s yours?? =)