I was limping (from a busted ankle) to the toilet, with toothbrush in hand, fearing that I would sit out the route march that morning. Then the siren came, followed by the none-too-familiar voice that growled “0615 FULLĀ  BATTLE ORDER!” I dashed back to my room, put on my uniform, boots and gear and dashed down to fall in.

I had been running–with load–and I could run. So I went on, did the march and finished it fine.

It was rather puzzling. I choose to believe it must be the wonders of adrenaline (and not my weak mind) at work. Maybe next time they’d make adrenaline-ated cola to complement the existing carbonated ones? It’d be quite a hit, at least with people like me whose bodies seem to be falling apart.

P.S. Someone was referred to my blog with the search engine keywords: “army ocs showering”. Seriously, what?!!!


  1. D.

    Oh. Yours is gay blog. Confirm. Got gay vibes.

  2. amily

    stop drinking too much coke! =/

    n my mum got me a macbook – black! finally! :) remember it was like 2 years ago when we first hankered after it? lol.




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