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The starting pistol cracks at Nueva Ecija University of Science and Technology (NEUST), and for one week, time moves differently. Arrows find their hearts. Sprints become meditations on breath and bone. The TAU Carabaos donโt just compete; they carry something ancient in their charge, the weight of legacy, the memory of every athlete who has bled on this same ground before them. You can see it in the way they hold the line, horns lowered not for battle, but for something worth protecting at this SCUAA Regional Meet.
As the dust settles over Cabanatuan City, as the last ball bounces and the final bow is lowered, what remains isn't medals or scores. It is the silence between heartbeats: the archer's exhale, the martial artist's bow, the runner's final glance back at a track that holds their footprints like a prayer. This isn't just a game. It is a week of becoming; and somewhere in the echo of hooves and hollow courts, the Carabaos teach us: some charges aren't about winning. Theyโre about arriving.
๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฒ, ๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ง๐ฌ!
Text | Jerome L. Duque [Information Unit]
Video | June Adel S. Guerrero [Information Unit]
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