My former comrades in the NCOCC asked me to stay. Well… thanks, but no. I realized that it’s not really my relations with you that’s my problem. My heart was totally out of being an NCO in the first place. I’ve just been forcing myself to keep up with this course for a month. I’ve never felt much lighter and less stressed in a long time. And I don’t intend to cut that feeling short.

Our classes were suspended at about 2 in the afternoon–an hour after we were dismissed at 1 PM. Oh well. The typhoon is on its way out, but I guess the rains are going to continue pouring. I feel nice. But in a sense I feel bad too. Why does my favorite weather have to kill and menace people?

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