Bangenge 101: The Walking Zombie

          Three nights ago I was so caught up with what I was writing; trying to organize my thoughts, searching for the perfect words to fit in my composition and checking my grammar all the time. Hopefully, I fluidly delivered my piece, grammar-wise. Lol. Apart from that, the topic meant so much to me in the sense that it was a part of a once broken soul and I, was trying to reach out to another broken soul that needs healing. So by writing it, I not only made use of my rational thoughts but also delved into my emotions. That kept me up almost all night, until three in the morning at least. Always an early riser whether I stayed up late or slept early, I woke up at six in the morning. Yes, joy. Lol.

          Then the next night trying to catch up on my sleep debt, I went to bed early at about 9:00 PM. Lo and behold, I woke up at past two in the morning! Instead of tossing and turning and fighting it, I just laid in bed with eyes closed and thoughts wandering. Surprise, surprise, my train of thoughts were about THIS, my blog-the topics I want to address, how it'll benefit others, how writing had played a major part of my existence while doing some calisthenics in the "career gym" as Sheryl Sandberg put it, and then it went to Steve Wozniak's quote (Steve Wozniak was co-founder of  Apple Inc. along with Steve Jobs). Somehow at that moment I kinda relate to him. Here's the quote from him(and if you want some more dose of inspirations, you can check it here):

          So two days in a row, I bombed myself with mug after mug of coffee. Two days in a row, I was how the Filipinos termed as "babaeng nawawala sa sarili". I was totally lost, functioning but like a puppet on a string. Lol. The second day was the worse.

          Later that day, I went to the mall to check our cable's subscription why it's not connecting. Normally, I stayed away, or rather knew how to navigate around, from "agents" of banks, insurance, etc. But I don't know, somehow people sense it when you're not with yourself? Because, I got myself ambushed and dragged to their table-one from insurance, one from the bank-and filled out some promo forms while being "sales talked", charmingly pointing at my old watch. Hoookaaay... been there, done that.

          Half an hour later, as I went to Dunkin Donuts to grab some muffins, a foreigner walked by and greeted me and all I did was stare dumbly. How articulately eloquent of me! Hahaha. I was supposed to be polite. Oh, well.

          Lack of sleep is detrimental to one's health, more so with the sanity. How I managed to walk on the streets and ride in the jeepneys without my knees buckling and being ran over still amazes me. Lol. But here's a funny thing. When I had lunch that day, I noticed I paused several times with my spoon suspended in mid-air. It seemed my mind shut down for few seconds! So I was sleep eating? Lack of sleep does not make me cranky though(yay, hallelujah). But it turns me into a laughing zombie.

          If you noticed when you didn't get enough sleep and you felt like you're "floating"? That's being bangenge. Bangenge is like sabog, or on high. Well, just in case you're wondering what the word means.