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.