it's the end of the month again. another month has passed. then after this we'll go to another year. we become a year older. the number of lines on our faces will go bigger, new people will be met and the people we spend our time with at pesent may not be the same people you'd want to be with by then.

my shift has just ended and i am waiting for my friend, Joy, to finish hers (my shift starts an hour earlier.) we both need to go to the dentist. i, to have a decayed tooth extracted, she, for her cleaning or whjatever they call it. again, i'm feeling hungry but i won't worry about how i'm gonna eat or where since we just got our salary yesterday.

last week, i went back to our province, Bohol, to be with my family, who took a short vacation to a peaceful town named Candijay. it was stressful since i had to ride a number of vehicles for long periods of time just to get there. i was only there for a day and a half so just imagine it. but i liked it. i liked what i did and i liked being there together with my family. it was the first time in so many years that we were together in one place that we really looked like one family. usually we forget that we are. when we are in the city, we only get to be together when we're eating or when we're watching television. we never got to focus our interest on each member unlike when we were in this place.

Joy, will be out at 12:00 noon and it's still 11:32 while i'm typing this so, i guess i have more time to write here. okay so... let the words flow, davey, write everything that's on your mind just so you can make use of this time. sorry for that. i'm talking to myself again. or should i say writing to myself. which reminds me of this habit i have. i remember when i was a child i would talk to myself when i am left alone in a corner. when i talk it would be as if the conversation i have with the imaginary person is real. it would really feel real. it would take me far away from where i am at the moment. away from the otherwise boring corner i am in. at one time a girl, older that me, caught me in the middle of my imagining and she mocked me for it. i felt ashamed. it made me feel that what i was doing wasnt at all "normal." i was a child then, about 7 or eight. but i remember how it exactly felt. and i remember that girl's name still. April.

Earlier in our shift. the office i work with looked a little different. there were white cobwebs everywhere, skeletons, blood, black-colored things everywhere. and the light was red. the kind that would give you the urge to hng some wet pieces of cardboards and imagine that some image might caome out like what professional photographers do. oh, i've always wanted to have my own dark room. by the way. it was nice. and i know my Dark Raiven would have liked it if she was here. Last year was different, though. one of the teams rented a real coffin and set it up in the lobby as though there was a real funeral happening. added to was the smell of flowere. funeral flower and candles. we knew it was just a decoration but it scared the hell out of most of us. out site director ordered for it to be removed the day before november 1st.

i guess this will be the last paragraph for this entry since it's already 11:55 and Joy's about to log out. i'm gonna be on a different team again. i've only spent a month on this current team and because of the indiviual shift bidding we did. all teams will be dispersed starting today. i will be on rest day starting tomorrow and will be back on monday. by then, i will have a diferent team lead. which makes me recall, that somewhere in my previous entries, i said something about me having negative feelings about the team i am in right now. it changeds. for a brief period of time. i got to know the people and our team lead. and...oops, Joy is calling me already. need to go. will continue this later.