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?? =)

Piapot Spotted! Demon on the Go!

It’s almost the end of October and i am enjoying two weeks of sembreak! haha actually, sembreak for us writers in the student publication means work, but i am enjoying myself now even with a whole lot of crap to do and edit because this time i am done sitting for hours and hours inside my homeroom listening to my Anatomy professor. Thank heavens that’s done! haha

Well, because it’s a break from school work, my bestfriend actually has his own break in the seminary as well. And to my surprise, he is assigned to spent his vacation in our parish together with our new priest. Isn’t that a good concidence? haha

First trip: Demon on the Go (phone call…)

paringbestfriend: “Hoy bata, sa Bagac ako naasign ngayong sembreak ah.”‘

piapot: “Oh talaga tanda.” (dedma sa dahil busy sa article)

paringbestfriend: “Oo eh.”

piapot: “Ah.” (sabay type sa keyboard)

paringbestfriend: “Di ba masaya yun?”

piapot: “Oo.” (sabay hikab dahil antok na)

paringbestfriend: (nainis) “Ang dedma mo naman eh! humihikab ka pa dyan! Ayoko na nga magpunta dun!”

piapot: “Sino ba may sabing magpunta ka ha?”

paringbestfirend:“Oh tignan mo to. Biro lang. Batukan kita jn eh.”

piapot: “Subukan mo, tapos magwrestling tayo!”

paringbestfriend: “Etok.”

piapot: “Mas etok ka.”

Doraemon: “Wenk… wenk…. wenk….”

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It has been a long time sinsce my last post, and i really really did miss my blog! hahaha but just to make you laugh from the long wait of this neurotic nocturnal animal….

it’s time for Neurotic Sister’s What’s That!

Piapot: Hey, what’s that?

I’m actually quite wondering what this kitty is thinking….

And i think he’s actually having a good time thinking about it! haha

Why is Everything so Ironic?!!

Have you ever watched Hancock?? Yeah, it had already been showed on theaters ages ago, and i actually have seen it just last weekend, thanks for the 3 day weekend! and the pirated dvd’s! Yey!:-)

Well, the effects was good and the story easily flows to its end, but what hit me hard is a line from the story delivered by Will Smith:

When you want something, nobody is stopping you to take it, but the question is can you take it?

Everyone of us wanted to be one, to have special powers, to soar up in the sky and fly, to break things and have great strength, yeah we all have wanted it. But in this movie, what captured my eyes is how poignant and sad and miserable it is to be a superhero and have special powers. And after watching this movie, i never did want to be a superhero anymore.

To have superpowers and live a miserable life and save the lives of many? Or to have no superpowers with the one you love and die? Responsibility or happiness? If you choose the first option, what a great and martyr hero you are, and if you chose the second option, some would actually think how selfish you are for thinking about yourself! Sucks huh?

You see, i hate it when it goes like this. C’mon, why is it that life gets to be too ironic? sometimes you want something real bad but you can’t have it because you are thinking of other people? Their expectations, their beliefs, their crap? why can’t it be that you just have to think about yourself, even for a single moment that one chance to make yourself happy to have something that you care for the most just one time and not to think of others even for a single moment? I don’t get it.

Great powers come with great responsibility, yeah superman. But in real life, if just to be applied, i believe that everyone has a choice, we always do. It is indeed so noble and so kind to be selfless and do things for other people and not be selfish to think just about yourself. But sacrificing your own happiness for the expectations of many? Isn’t that being selfish in your part? by taking and neglecting the chance to be happy? Isn’t that selfishness of the many by just thinking of the good they will have and not caring about you? I believe that God always wills one’s happiness but the choice is ours to make. We make our own destinies, we make our own future. Well, better think twice, or live a life full of what if’s and regrets.

My best friend and I have been having a little chat about happiness. To do great noble things for the sake of many, or to live an ordinary life for your own happiness with the one you love? This had been a great debate between us. But if i ask you:

Will you choose to be noble and kind to think about other people and forget your own happiness and die? or will you care for yourself and take your chance to be happy, to live a normal life with the one you love then die?

Two good things, Two right things to do. But the question is, what will you choose?

No what if’s, no regrets.

Ang Anghel at ang Demonyo

My best friend and i often talks about life. We talk and argue about silly things, laugh at hilarious mishaps, share personal stuffs, debate about our beliefs and ideas (that we often do to piss and screw up each other), and a lot more stuffs our curious minds can think off. Yeah, I can’t say we’re different from other best of friends on this planet, but i think… neither are we close.

If i think about it, we are the ODDEST and WEIRDEST best of friends existing in this speck of the universe! Why? Well… think about having a ‘priest’ as a friend, then tell me if that’s something you see everyday?

Well, he’s not a priest just yet, but with a year to go, I think i’ll be confessing my scrolls of sins to him anytime soon. haha I think it would be a lot easier for me to spill my evil deeds by then, and go to heaven! If i would? lol

In one talk we had. Death was his chosen topic. And specifically. when he’s the one going to the other side.

paring best friend: “Pag namatay na ko… blah.. blah…” (When i die…)

piapot: …. uhuh.

paring best friend: “kelangan ganito… kwan… ganun…” (It’s suppose to be like this… ah… like that…)

piapot: ah…. o tapos? (ok, then?)

paring best friend: “tapos… blah… blah…” (Then.. blah… blah…)

piapot: (hikab) (yawn)

paring best friend: “Hoy! (sabay batok) nakikinig ka man lang ba? ako mamamatay dito no?” (Hey! are you even listening? I’m the one who’s going to die here?)

piapot: “ah ikaw na ba yung mamamatay? di ko narinig.” (ah, your the one who’s going to die now? i didn’t get that.)

paring best friend: “Kanina pa ko nagsasalita dito di ka naman pala nakikinig!” (I was talking for a long time and you weren’t even listening!)

piapot: “eh isa ka naman kasing malaking etok! muka ba kong interesado sa pagkamatay mo?” (you big fool! do i look as if i’m interested about you dying?)

paring best friend: “mas malaki lang etok! pag ako namatay lagot ka sakin pag hindi mo ginawa mga inutos ko! o kaya naman ako na lang angel mo?” (your a bigger fool! When i die your in big trouble if you won’t do what i told you! or maybe i can just be your angel?)

piapot: “tungaw! wag kang ambisyoso! demonoyo ka tol! demonyo! haha” (stupid! don’t be ambitious! your a demon brother! demon! haha)

paring best friend: “eh ikaw, anong akala mo sa sarili mo? anghel?” (you, what do you think about yourself? an angel?)

piapot: “hoy… mabait ako noh… kung ako man ay magiging alagad ni satanas, ikaw ang babantayan ko!” (hey! i’m good… and if i would be Satan’s disciple, your the one whom i’m going to guide!)

paring best friend: “ah ganun?” (oh is that so?)

pipot: “oo ganun nga! at tsaka di ka pwede mamatay ngayon dahil ikaw magkakasal sakin no! para naman magkaron ng silbi ang pagpapari mo! tapos nun sige pwede na. haha” (you got it right! and you can’t die now cause you’ll be the priest in my marriage so that your priesthood will have some worth! haha)

And it doesn’t stop there i tell you… well, not until we’re both tired of ditching each other. Maybe it’s just that we both already have accepted the fact of death. I don’t know… it’s the only constant thing is this world man can’t accept. and like what he told me “When one man accept the fact that he’s going to die, that is his first time for him to live an authentic life.”

But at least, after all we have said and done, we still have each other’s back.

Well what do you know…

Angels and Demons can be friends after all.