Back to Reality

The 2nd day of a new year is always the reality jab. We rejoice at the 1st day of the new year, little realizing that when you get back to work and school the next day, you will wanna press the panic button. Back to life, back to reality. The holiday season is OVER.

I'm at the first work day of the year nursing a headache. A literal headache, not one caused by panic or reality. Sleeping under the sun with a cool breeze is not a good idea, even if it's on a nice quaint beach on the little-frequented island of St John's. The full strength of the sun is deceived by the continuous wash of seabreeze, and before you know it, you're hit by regulated beats pounding the back of your brains.

And my eyes are a diminished size from the reality ruckus that hit the household this morning, a sign that the school term has commenced. The first alarm is heard at 6am, followed by rackets from the toilet. The bed on the upper bunk creaks, and the occupant can be heard (and felt) descending. The mother is doing her morning exercises, flapping her legs on the bed (ain't it amazing) in the next room. By the time MY alarm goes off at 7am, my brain's totally confused and shagged out from struggling between trying to sleep and being woken up in the last hour.

I'm already looking forward to Gunung Stong in February, possibly Cebu in May, and maybe even Bali in end June. Woo hoo.