work was just horrid to say the least.. up to now, i never really say what i actually felt, it was more of the telling of events chronologically as well as logically to sum it all up, but maybe the musings within were never unleashed, but just stored within. i'm only just a temp staff, trying my best to do everything right..why do i have to put up with all this "feels" in the office? you can do a million good things but everything evaporates with 1 bad sunshine (oxymoron). looking at the schedule next week too, it seems pretty obvious that trust is misplaced, or maybe i'm just abit sensitive.

but so what if i'm a temp staff? whatever i do, it is not for man (or the little pay, or for the people), it is for God. and when its for God, it should be done excellently. and i will carry on to do so.. until the day i'm no longer there. because this is being faithful in the small little things.

and i realised that a day is never truly over until the body goes to sleep.. because life is a box of treats! the treats that you take out from the box can either be good or bad (yet they are still treats..)

oh well. goodnight world!