I'm having a heavy heart. I'm not too sure if it's because I'm leaving in less than 10 more days or that I haven't had enough fun. I think it's both. I think I'm heartbroken.. or maybe not cos I haven't been crying, not even tearing over dramas anymore, except for the other day when I was pissed with a reply. I was real mad but I got over it very quickly as usual. I am feeling exceptionally gloomy right now. I think I had too much fun, I don't know how am I going to go back to reality, back to Australia, where my friends are not a-phone-call away anymore.. when I ask on twitter if anyone wish to have ice cream, they would gladly accompany me.. when my friends would come to my place like it's their own home.. when we drive to town at 3 in the morning just to play pool in just t-shirt and shorts, and acted as if we lived at the apartment at Ion.. when three of us squeezed in a single sized bed after party. The root to this moodiness is that I'm leaving, and I can't bring anyone along. I need a smoke. I'll have a final meet-up with everyone soon. I don't remember me being like this last year, I can only conclude that I had a barrier between fun and my friends, or rather I was blinded. I'll never allow this to happen anymore. And crap, there's a mosquito in my room.