I remember the night I came back from HK, you were the one who answered the door of Merc's house. Upon seeing me, you hugged me so tight that I got surprised. Coming back from HK, I was all new, I had grown and I was different... but there you were, the same old Tim, funny, dependable and mushy at the times I'd least expect you to be.

Though I knew you had some drinks as you babbled away, and laughed at my new accent, and copied my way of speaking Austin Powers style... I was taken aback. I guess it had been a while since we really talked since that moment.

Upon coming back that night, I am glad that you were the first to greet me at the door. I know we seldom get to talk, I don't go running to you as often as Mat or tell you stuff out of the blue but then the feeling of being myself, of feeling comfortable and trusting that you'd always be there for me would never cease.

And when you started apologizing to me for your and the barkada's shortcomings, about how you couldn't be what Pat was back in HK... I couldn't help but feel bad... because maybe for a while I did forget about what great a friend I had in you... and all those fun times we had.

Now you're the one who's gone away... and it's just really now as I got this picture in Multiply did it sink to me how much I'm going to miss you Tim. You've been a great friend to me, one of the few I can really call "friend" and for that I will always be grateful.

So in two years, when you come back, I hope you don't mind me making fun of your accent, kiddin around and hugging you... and apologizing for my shortcomings... because right now I know things will never be the same here without you around.

Cheers Tim, for being a great friend.