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Wednesday, November 30, 2005 || 2:09 PM
I can't say today was literally any better than yesterday's banner painting session, because the secondary 3s' seemed to have devised a new way to 'steal' more stuff from each of the 4 groups. Fortunately, for my group at least, I came up with an idea in an effort to ward the 'robbers' off. My plan was to set an 'alert system', from levels 1 to 20 (1 meaning that the situation was in no immediate danger, 20 meaning that we were in such a dire situation that only God can help us), and scream out, 'Alert Level XX!!!!!!!!'. This worked pretty well, as it irritated most of the secondary 3s' sneaking up to our group perimeter. However, there are still those who are so-called 'immune' to it, and managed to 'steal' some items from us. My friend decided to chain all our bags together with a long length of twine, therefore disabling the secondary 3s' from stealing our bags one by one and wasting our time trying to get them. It worked until the last part of the session, when almost all of us were in a tussle with 3 secondary 3s' tring to tug away 4 cups of paint. Little did we know that there were another couple of secondary 3s' behind us, and pulling away all our chained bags! They laughed thier heads off and cheered loudly, while my group was totally devastated, me amongst them. The price for getting them back? 100 push-ups. F*** the secondary 3s'. Nearly lost my temper yet again when they accidentally spilt paint all over my shirt when they were trying to get the flag. And they laughed!!! Grrrr...................pretty glad and relieved that there won't be any session tomorrow due to our haste in painting the banners and flags. Lucky for the secondary 3s' too, or I would show them the true prowess of an NPCC cadet. They got to thank their lucky stars (in this case, us secondary 1s' and 2s') . Now, I need to face my mother and tell her what happened to my shirt. Pray for me that I won't get walloped..........
