Have a great one (I know, it's hard to be great without me). I will make it up to you as soon as we meet.

It sucks that we're so far away right now, but I'm glad that I'll be there in 8 days, just you wait.

I might be a little too late to be the first few to wish you, but it does not mean that I love you any lesser than the first one who did. It wasn't that long since we last met, but these few months just felt really long to me. My life hadn't been all great, and it would make a whole lot of difference if you were here, or I was there.

I love you, and miss you, a lot.

I'm almost through with my first term in Communication Arts. Just to think about it, I'm like starting my university journey all over again. But I'm not upset, the past year has taught me a whole lot. Experiences can't be bought, only time.

Anyways, I just got this short movie uploaded a few days ago, after weeks of trying to upload it on youtube. This is definitely a new experience as well. I kind of liked it though, might probably make more videos even its not class related. Heeeee. The feeling of getting to watch what we did is just like how I finished a piece of artwork, but different, if you know what I mean.

Its two weeks till I get to visit Singapore again, I CAN'T WAIT!

But it's finals for now. Wish me luck.

The previous post were dedicated to my old friend for his death, and this, for the same topic, for my grandfather. I have to say that it was better for him to leave than making him live on a bed. Its been years that he's in and out of the ICU. And I couldn't recall when was the last time I conversed with him that he understood me well.

I still have memories with him, even there's not much left in my brain that I can talk about. The most prominent in my head would be on Sunday afternoons. Dad would bring us over to visit our grandparents weekly, I never had a choice, I go wherever my parents bring me. The whole house would smell like tea leaves because all grandpa does is drink tea. He had this white and blue traditional Chinese tea set, and the cups so small that he could be pouring the tea for the whole day and the teapot will still be filled.

He will pour us a cup while dad was talking to him. Then he picks up a biscuit and slowly move it toward his mouth. The motions slow and shaky. The process repeats every visit.

He was already very old at that point. Since the day we moved, we seldom meet him even though dad would still drop by every week. We totally stopped visiting when we went to Singapore. Once in a while dad would bring us when we come back to Bangkok, but by then, he couldn't understand what we were talking about, and forgotten who we were. He only remembered my father.

This year he turns 98. Coming near a hundred, thats incredible. You do not feel sorry for someone who lived that long. Yes, we do feel sad, but death is part and parcel of life. Most of us have prepared for this day, and were not quite surprised that his breath weakens and his heart stopped.

Hopefully grandpa met grandma by now.

There it was, his funeral portrait in one of the posts in his Facebook timeline, and his brother posting about the venue for his funeral. We haven't seen each other in years, I'd say 8, we occasionally chat and the number of years never felt that long.

When it comes to losing someone, I always knew that if it's time, it is , you have to accept it. Especially your own. It was about time I realise how unusual it feels. Not saying that I have never lost anyone in my life, I have. My grandparents passed away when my age was a single digit. Its almost a decade ago. I've grown to cherish friendship and souls that entered my life. Termsin and I weren't very close, but he was someone that everybody knew (at that point of time), but I don't think he knew everybody.

He was tall. More mature than any other kids in our batch. He would spike his hair that made him look like Astro Boy, and constantly make sure his hair was sharp as he walk or sit or doing whatever thing he had to. All the girls were crushing on him, to  be honest, me included.

I even remembered the first day he came to school. I was a prefect, and I had to use the staircase nearest to the primary one class I'm responsible of taking care of at that time, which was where the uniforms are selling. As usual, I walked passed the uniform shop, but it was different. I heard a lady speaking in Thai to a tall boy. I knew he was a transfer, by the colour of his name tag and PE shirt, I was sure he would be in Mr.Max's class. I was actually excited because he is going to be the other Thai in Woodlands Primary School, which originally was only me (in the same batch), but a little disappointed that we weren't in the same class.

My life changed since that day. All the girls came to me asking me to write a letter in Thai because they wanted to give him. A love letter to him. I wrote a few, and I remembered that they say he tore it all and threw them away. He probably thought I was the one who wanted to give them to him, because he never really read who it was from. Even I had a crush on him, I never really had the guts to say it out like the other girls.

We got closer because we had to spend our Mother Tongue period at the seats outside the class. And he would always disappear. Such a rebel as kids.

What I'm trying to say is that you will never know what will happen to you, or when will it happen. When someone enters your life, treasure them. Be nice to them. Love them. Forgive them. You would hate it if one day, they don't exist anymore, but you have a lot to say. Maybe you've forgotten to apologise, confess, or clearing the doubts you guys once had. You would regret it for the rest of your life.

Since I came back to study in Bangkok, I haven't met up with Termsin even once, but it was always my plan. I even hoped that one day we would bump into each other in Siam Square or somewhere, but I hate to accept the fact that it won't happen anymore.

Tomorrow is the last time we will be able to meet. See you.