Awake at the crack of dawn, again.

I have not woken up after 9am a single time since the holidays started. My internal body clock seems to be hard-wired to wake up at the earliest possible time, before anyone (except my dad, but he sleeps early) in my house.

It's the last training session today, followed by a team dinner tonight. It feels like another goodbye - at least, a temporary one. After this, we won't see each other as often, have meals together and train until we're dead everyday. Well, until the next tourney that is.

Life.

Drifting apart from people is easy. Keeping a relationship strong is not. I have not spoken to a couple of my friends for weeks already, and it honestly feels NORMAL. I don't feel like I'm missing anything, or lonely in any sense. It's like everyone has already started moving in their individual directions after such a short period of time.

Sometimes I wonder if promises made during high school turn out to be empty ones in the end.

Prom is next week, I don't have a dress shoes, accessories, and anyone to help me with hair and make up. JOY. In a perfect world, all these things would drop from the sky and I would be able to happily do the things that I enjoy doing instead of loitering around shopping districts looking for this elusive "prom dress" creature.

The temptation still exists, to just go in some grungy sloppy clothes, but I wouldn't be allowed in, so, no I can't. Bonus fact, I'll be burnt to a crisp tomorrow since I'll be playing under the glorious Malaysian sun for the entire day.

So you'll have a xinjin lobster monster. Marvelous.

Nevertheless, no matter how much I have come to detest preparing for this event, I will probably remember it for the rest of my life. The existence of photos will ensure that. Best I make the most out of this ridiculously overrated expensive event and see my friends all dolled up before I never see some of them ever again.

Ok time to wash up and get ready for training. TA TA!