The day I wished I were a pharmacy student again.

I used to dream on having the perfect convocation, after all it's the second biggest personal occasion after wedding at which we only get to do once. (It's best to have several counts of the former but gee, fingers crossed, not marriage!) But on graduation day itself, only then I realize it's really people who have carved vivid memories inside our amnetic-to-present heads that matter the most. My family, my peanut, my korean mama, my jumping nieces, my him, my flying owl, my very very luan ahni, my little friend, my roomie, my tangachies, my pharmily and I thought, to own their love alone has deemed me the luckiest person. It's always near end that we think of the beginning, of how I have started this journey alone with my mushroom like bob hair and ended with friends for life, and lessons from inspiring lecturers that enable me to earn an independent life. It was like watching myself going in as I was coming out. I don't think I'll ever get bored of reading back old handwritten messages by my friends, have a good laugh and finish it with long sigh on how time flies. How come I'm feeling old already yikes! Hahaha. There really aren't much people we meet in life that love us unconditionally. Thank you, for your abundant love. I shall never forget this day at which my dean, Prof Mun, played class monitor and called our names individually as we scrambled up stage in alphabetical order.