On winning the 700M lotto pot:                                                Pepito Manaloto is born!                                   


Bubu’s Sunday nights is never complete without having to watch GMA 7’s reality-sitcom, Pepito Manaloto.  She is such a fan of the comedy genius, Michael V.

Pepito Manaloto is like your underprivileged neighbor, who dreams of becoming rich and famous, and is religiously betting on lotto in the hopes of winning the jackpot someday.  And he did win the 700 million lottery jackpot; and so the sitcom unfolds into his gradual transformation while learning and living “the Life”.

But of course, Filipinos love rag-to-riches stories. And so does Pepito Manaloto and his sudden twist to fortune.  Being an instant millionaire is just something we dreamed of, that’s why we also queued along the betting stations in our desire to hit the jackpot (Me and Badz are starting to get addicted in lotto for weeks that we couldn’t buy our usual Cornetto at Marison’s). The whopping 700 million worth of fortune is such a tease. 

That’s why when I heard that someone from Olongapo finally won the jackpot on the November 29^th 6/55 lotto draw, I was both having happy and jealous thoughts. Happy and glad that I won’t be spending for lotto cards anymore and at the same time, am annoyingly and selfishly envious of other people’s fortune.  The new Pepito Manaloto might have enough reasons to heavens for solely winning the 700-million lottery prize.  Maybe it was not meant for me.

So what does an instant millionaire do with his newly-acquired wealth? Is he going to be a Pepito Manaloto-in-flesh? The GMA-sitcom character is not that bad after all, it’s just that our country is not that safe either. Just make sure you do not thyself a sure target of the Philippines’ finest thieves.

Guess I was just obviously turning green-eyed over the 700M lotto winner. But I swear if I have the same fate over the million jackpot, Bubu’s Sunday nights will never be the same again.

Vaginal Birth

My vagina started to dilate.

Strong contractions started to occur at a regular rate, which painfully lasts for about a minute. My lower back is killing me. I kept on rummaging for the rest of my brain cells as the 60-second contractions felt stronger every second. No bloody show yet. Phew.   

The pressure in my lower back becomes more and more painful. I am starting to feel the urge to push, to yell, but the words that come out were far from distinguishable.

I could still hear the television voices amidst the pain; Badz must still be watching TV.  He told me to rest and relax, and to unplug his helicopter toy when it’s fully charged. I am presently in a state of unbearable pain; and I just keep on doing QWERTY. The vagina unfolds into full-dilation phase as the room suddenly becomes quite. I am alone now, I thought. Badz might have turned the TV off and went asleep.

It’s the medications, I suppose, I kept on hearing voices. The doctor says cutting me open is a faster and painless option. I refused. I preferred to do it this way – feeling every inch of pain and fulfillment of vaginal birth. It is while doing this extreme distress and torture that I found the very essence of feminity and the World Wide Web. I may be a little late and it wasn’t my fault. I’ve told you, it’s the medications - I might have overdosed myself with Bisolvon.

The urge to push grew stronger. With a small opening, the doctor gave me an episiotomy. The head begins to show as I push really, really hard. Sweat trickled through my forehead, but with a smile on my face, I almost cried as I hear her low, broken whimper. And with a motherly caress, I hit the button ‘Publish Post’.

I just gave birth to my first blog.