The Hooding Ceremony

the staged hostage crisis in manila didnt stopped us from celebrating an ancient tradition of honoring masters in the medical field... i was one of those masters (at least for that moment i felt like one). walking through the red carpet, wearing a heavy toga and wierd beret made me realized that what i studied or underwent in medicine is actually no joke. i felt the prestige and honor as people gaze on us in great awe as we march across the auditorium. it felt good to actually be respected.

the ceremony didnt start on time, actually it was way late than expected. damn that hostage thing! i even thought i was late coz we got caught in the middle of the traffic but good thing i wasnt the one driving coz God knows i'd be cursing each and every driver that cuts through my lane. getting in the venue was such an erratic splurge of momentus excitement as my collegues cheer with every person that comes in line. it was glorious, much more than i expected. the cue in line gave us numerous photo opportunities which we took advantage as we took pictures of us with each department head. fantastic!!! another one for friendster!

i can't wait for saturday to come where are diploma would be handed down to us. another day of sweating behind our toga. hehehe.