Archive for March, 2009

Congratulations Graduates of 2009

Its been 18 years now. I was once a graduate too. Receiving my hard earned college degree was not that simple. I experienced all sort of hardships from being a working student to becoming a young mother “all-in-one package”. If you find it impossible to carry this incredible load, I did it with flying colors then. My grades never suffered in spite of not studying. My time was pre-occupied with baby sitting after school (I was in the top ten list of graduating students with high grades).

My hard earned Cum Laude Medal

My hard earned Cum Laude Medal

Early motherhood syndrome

I did not intend to pass the motherhood responsibility to my parents because it was me who chose my fate, but my parents particularly my beloved mother was very supportive. I was hesitant to accept the financial help at first, but because of the early “motherhood syndrome” (no enough money to buy baby’s stuff and the like), I accepted the help with an endless thank you.

Summer graduation

I did not experience the usual graduation parade, the receiving of diploma and all sorts of graduation ceremonies because I completed my degree – Summer of 1990.

Another Graduation

Last March 2008, I again experienced graduation but this time t’was my eldest son. He graduated Cum Laude receiving the degree of Bachelor of Science in Secondary Education major in Mathematics. The subject that I dreaded before but my son completed it with flying colors.

Talent

Where did he get his talent? Hmmmm, but of course, from me. Don’t bother to argue or else….Just kidding. How about my hubby? Let’s see….he was a Civil engineering undergrad and was very good in mathematics. No further questions please…but speaking of other subjects…of course t’was me.

Anything to change?

Good memories to reminisce again and again and again…Need to change something?  My hubby only (just whisper the name to prevent leaking).

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What is Mid-life Crisis?

Discontented with life, too many problems, children are no longer that exciting, same with the husband, feeling bored…blah…blah…blah…How will you treat this kind of thinking? Hmmm…upsss, I’m not referring to myself. I love my children very much. I’m referring to those who are experiencing such feelings. The first thing that comes to my mind is Midlife crisis.

What exactly is midlife crisis?

According to Wikipedia, “Midlife crisis is a period of dramatic self-doubt that is felt by some individuals in the “middle years” of life, as a result of sensing the passing of youth and the imminence of old age. Sometimes, transitions experienced in these years, such as aging in general, menopause, the death of parents, or children leaving home, can trigger such a crisis. The result may be a desire to make significant changes in core aspects of day to day life or situation, such as in career, marriage, or romantic relationships.”

My sister’s daughter told me yesterday that her mother (my sister) was having an “impossible” tantrums. My sister was telling her children that she will leave them for good, that she don’t like them anymore, she hates her husband, anything that has something to do with her husband was a big NO to her. I told Chriselle to just understand her mother. That her mother needs comforting words instead. But after our conversation, I was worried though. It’s not that easy to calm down with such a depressing news.

Long time no see

I did not see my sister for almost 17 years now. During the wake of my mother last 2003, she was not present because of financial constraints. After one year, she went to Singapore as a domestic helper but was not that lucky with her employers. She was lucky though to return alive (without any penny in her pocket). She worked for almost one year with no compensation whatsoever. It was me who fed her family. But at least I’m happy she returned safely and was reunited with her family.

Not the other way around

I don’t want to think the other way around. I instead prefer to call it midlife crisis. My younger sister was experiencing this “era” of her life. Me and Liza would like to help her but she is a one-hour-plane-travel-away. We agreed to call and text her regularly with comforting words. Although this is not enough, at least as her sisters, we care, really care. Maybe if money and time permits, I will visit her and personally talk.

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