I write this on a Sunday evening, half-dazed. After training last night, Andrew, Veron, Jus and I went to McDo (now our unofficial tambay place, I guess) to replenish all liquids and fat lost. Last night after the training, and after eating, Veron dropped me off before she went up to Mandaluyong because I had to go to Taft for a Youth For Christ party where I'm a photographer. However, The Man Upstairs had other plans. I arrived in Taft during the closing prayer so I just spent the night hanging out with friends until 3 AM. I woke up 6 AM today and went straight to another YFC event - Family Culture, and as of the moment of this writing, has had no sleep yet..
...and weirdly I feel full of life. Yesterday's training was different precisely because it was about us. I learned so much last night, not just the Creed, not just a bunch of plebe knowledges we're supposed to memorize, but things about each other. Birthdays, lovelives, alcohol consumption, vices, last night was not just a night of physical training, it was a night of learning.
I know I sound all cheesy and crap, and I won't deny that half the time I just wanted to say "OH SCREW THIS. I'M LEAVING!" because of cramps, or the pain, or the disgusting wound in my right palm, but every time I would decide that I want to leave, I look at the other four and realize why I'm staying. I'm not as strong as Jus, as sporty as Veron, as confident as Espa, or as striving as Andrew.. I'm only stubborn. But it might sound ironic (and as I write these down I realize what it's true), but I believe in us. We're a pretty good team, and it would suck if one of us would have to leave.
Saturday and Tuesday trainings... GAME FACE ON.
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