I have this friend who frequently uses the word “basag” to basically describe how he feels the day after a party or a midnight cap with his barkada. He uses this term to generally refer to how he is after drinking too much or spending a lot of time with different girls and hopping from one bar to another…
Too bad I can’t use it for describing something similar although summing up all that I feel right now is actually coined in the word itself. Yup…after only 3 hours of sleep, waking up with my eyes bulging and red inside out and my head throbbing like crazy, I feel so much the same as he does.
Basag na basag ako after an ubberly long discussion with my bf last night til like 3 in the morning and honestly, in as much as I don’t want to admit it, It’s getting to me.
You know how it is in teledramas wherein the main female casts pleads earnestly for the hunky male actor to not leave her because of her unwavering love for him? This is the time where most of us squirm and say “blech” while we reach for the remote and try to surf for another channel instead.
Seeing those scenes, I’ve somehow come to the conclusion that these are purely workings of the imaginative minds of the scriptwriter who wants to evoke an “emo” moment from each of the viewers and that they are fictional in nature.
Never did I imagine that I myself would experience something like this.
To say that I stripped myself of pride and all sanity would be an understatement. I’ve done so much more in the last 24 hours and somehow I’m not even sure whether I should regret it or stand tall and not give any care.
Most of my friends know that I’m not the type to beg and plead just to get a tinge of attention but what they do know is that when I fall, I fall hard.
It’s been awhile since I’ve poured out my heartaches nor did I threw in a tantrum because of a guy and I’m not used to doing so. I think I’ve past that “pacute” stage in my life already and I never thought I’d be going back until of course...NOW...
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