My name is Maggi

Or was her name Linda E or Grace Jones or Christy Turlington…?

Anyway, Maggi strikes terror in the heart of many army guys everytime she storms pass by... like Naomi Campbell on double quick time.......

Could it be that intimidating, towering figure of hers..... or that condescending look that sends shivers down your spine.... maybe it was her trademark sneer, perfected thru the years, rivalling Linda E's famous pout......

Maggi was anything but forgettable..... Her life was the stage...

She was the one who makes training in the toughest terrain looked as if she was posing for the cover spread of Victoria's Secrets…. Always a breeze, without a sweat.....

And famously demanded a million dollars or she would never get out of her Army Bunk Bed but then jumped right out of it at the very first sight of hot chicken wings.....

Always dishing out words of wisdom like mother hen to her broods...

She has so many facets that it is difficult to pin this very talented, always beautiful chameleon down to just one character.

One thing always stood strongly against the fickleness of the world; she was always resilient, determined and graceful under fire…. no matter what… (maybe except when she is hungry for food though)

Maggi, my good old sista, was really indeed a class of her own (just like the princess)….

Sometimes, I wished I was a little more like her…… Other times, I wonder what it must have been to be her, living up to all the hype and expectations…

But most times, the princess just wanna laugh with her like the old good times...