Conversion

The capacity to learn is a gift,

the ability to learn is a skill,

the willingness to learn is a choice.

Received many congratulations from my friends the moment I reached work this morning. I want to feel happy and smiling, but I was just filled with confusion and disappointment inside me. I kept trying to look at the positive side of things, yet I still wonder about the doubt I was asked, “Are you sure you want to become a TL?”. Honestly, I’m not even sure what lies in the path ahead of me at all, whether the cash I hold in my wallet is enough until the day comes, or not. Whenever there’s an offer, I’m willing to take it, and from there I’ll learn as I go with it, which I am sure as hell about.

I had a conversation with my supervisor a few days ago. I was offered a promotion to a different position and that enables me to help carry out duties with my current team leader as it seemed to be a little overwhelming for her. On one particular day, she decided to give me a call and ask me questions that are out of context. I mean, I understand you want me to do what you do, and feel what you feel. Don’t be open and teach the language that it is ok to bring work home. It may be alright for you, but not for everyone else. I continuously tell myself that I have to remember to breathe, take things slow and try my best to pick up and learn this new experience.

I should play the song One Step At A Time by Jordin Sparks for this post 😄

Went back to Marsiling home yesterday, supposedly to pack other things, but my sister had to rest and came a little late so we didn’t get to pack anything. Every time I drop by any home, everyone is on another chapter, a new phase. My sister with her new challenges. Sya with her new path. My mother and her boyfriend, and also caring for my grandmother. My mum, dad and brother onwards on their new journey to a new abode, a new house. My other brother is also in line to their home sweet home and focusing more on the growth of their 2 minions. My other sister... I can’t imagine yet what it is, but she’d gone through hard times and is now on the same level of excitement for our parent’s new home sweet home that’s coming soon. My younger sister… still in college, under the care of her dad, I miss them and don’t like how it’s a little hard for us to set a date to meet. It’ll always be an impromptu one usually.

There will always be this one random moment, where I can only imagine… nenek strolling down by Gardens by the Bay, with all my mum, aunties and uncles, cousins. Just that moment when she can stop worrying about the time entirely. Everyone is going through something, I wish I can have all the time to sit and listen to all of my dad’s preaches and rare collectables. Remember during our school days, the only time we had papa to ourselves is only on the Sunday of the week? We would only visit the library, swim or watch a movie, or just do something. Saturdays would be his half days... Now that he’s always available at home, we can’t bring him to play with us at the playground at the void deck 😄 I want to be there for my mothers, I want to be there for my grandmother, I want to be there for my fathers, I want to be there for my sisters, brothers and cousins. It’s a large picture to paint, but I’ll be there when time allows us.

OMG, why am I emotional? Is it because of this Jordin Spark’s song or what sia… My main post was about how pissed I was at work only, but type in a nicer way la right…  ok la, goodnight. ❤️