Coffee Toast: the 3rd Concoction

There's alot goin' on in my head right now.. alot of words to digest; I'm crawling my way back through it.

"Life is sweet, just stir it well."

Works going pretty much fine at the office, and the random hospital reports and health teaching video presentation has been juggled lightly off our shoulders. So I could say, its a hurdle I've triumphantly jumped over.

I'm sad at the moment with no proof of tears. As I'm finally recovering from my Aunt's untimely death of late last year, then early of this year, I was one of the first people to know of Alue (a close friend of mine) having a baby (her first one) of which I'm truly thrilled about.

Days ago, someone made a confession to me. And for deja vu sake, I was also one of the first few people to know. The news slightly shocked me at first, then slowly took a sudden sadness in me (up until now) and filled me with confusion with all this messy tid-bits of commotion scattered around.

I'm also unknowingly angry which I find rarely of me to show. For that instance, I gripped my steering wheel harder than usual. As I manage to safely steer at a small intersection, trying to figure out the breaking news I just heard and to where we're going.

The night has been dripped by the gloomy weather. The cold air seems brushed with melancholy and the chilled haze at that time that none may want to desire. There were no star to gaze at thus, as I carefully maneuver the wheel, felt a sudden shoot of change in the sensation. I removed my jacket in agitation. I may be flustered with the empty can near my seat but another story about unplanned pregnancy easily struck me. For a second, I don't know what to say as the rain slowly dipped the windshield to blur my view.

Where is this car going anyway?

And there my buddy Suppression tagged along with me, as I let out a sheepish smile, a calming question and a unusual reply; I tried to connect the dots--all the news, all the stories--so where do I begin?

I know what I'm feeling right now is not utterly important since I'm not the one who's actually in the midst of an actual LIFE CHANGING picture on the way. The significant one whom I should be delicate about is the one who's sitting at the passenger seat. And she sat there barely in-reason, alil senseless in some detail, trying to talk a laugh out of baby diapers but drained from working night shifts and definitely looked troubled.

For all the trouble, I don't know what to say nor think at that time. So I offered a place to take a rest and think the whole idea through. If its a dream maybe its better to wake up at that instant but as I empty out my glass that midnight (hence I find it hard to sleep that night like I feel like being punched in the head twice), thinking this is a whole lot damn thing to wake up to.

We struggle through a tasteless coffee until the last sip, only to find out [that the] sugar crystals where lying at the bottom.

"Life is sweet, just stir it well."

Still, let's toast to these changes. Let's look forward and be happy to where ever this leads.

Disclaimer: I'll probably won't drive that much often hence it resorts me to re-think and to overanalyze (accident prone here) just wanna be safe. I'll try to lessen my report loads from 6 to zero or one.