my grandfather juz died dis morn. its such a sad event. i tot today would be a happy day coz i was going to hav a practice shoot at ntu. dat same morn at abt 6+ or so. my aunty called me, said they couldnt wake him up. i became scared and asked my brother wat to do. he told me to go for my shoot as per normal while he tot abt it. i still went to boon lay. took the bus to ntu. on the way there, my mum called me. told me where i was and i had to come home immediately. she herself had taken personal leave for 4 days. so i had to cancel my practice shoot on such short notice and took the same bus all the way back to boon lay bus interchange. considering dat the journey from boon lay to tampines would be long, i slept for a while. reached my granparents house at abt 11, still in my PT attire. i had to see my grandfather for the last time, before they bury him. suddenly, tears started flowing, knowing dat he did not had the chance to see me in his last few days and i only last saw him when he was alive during hari raya. dat is a very...long time. my mom cried coz she also knew she did not see him much this year. he was also the only one who would remind her of our religion and she was his listening ear more than his own children. i came home earlier than my parents tonight coz im still sick. i nearly want to faint. im tired. this is the first time ive been to a funeral where someone made an impact on me. but still, im going to school dis tues as usual since dis monday is a public holiday. juz hope no one talks abt dis anymore. i cant bear the tot of people whom i care for leaving me, even though i know in my heart dat they will at some point of time. its juz a reality dat everyone has to accept.