the better end of the deal

so, in a stroke of what appears to be a good deal, in that i had to pay a reasonably small cost for a immeasurably larger benefit, i fell sick with a 38.4 deg fever sunday night, round about 1900 hours. for a small price of discomfort, extreme fatigue and the need to wake up every 6 hours to swallow pills, i got myself 2 days of MC.

and no regular two days, these past two were. washing ovm on friday (escaped with a smart decision to take the whole day off for a 100min session of driving), and extreme cleaning yesterday and today - granted by the 2 day mc I got. oh, the other end of my bargain i'll have to fulfill probably goes somewhere along the lines of buying food for them but then again, i'll find my own benefits from that :)

that aside, i now declare myself a proud (and equally deprived) owner of a Sony Ericsson k810i cybershot phone - armed with a 3.2 megapixel camera, everything a REAL cybershot can do (including the slide down lens cover heh), with phone functions, minus the auto-shaking that zhenghong's does. no, really. and it's least because of the image stabilizer function. REAL cybershots don't shake automatically so that the stabilizer's abilities can be er, manifested.

sadly, i shall have to revert to my puny (yes it's relatively smaller, ironically) nokia 1100. i shan't hide my distaste for nokia phones, really. they're horrendous. that being said, it's the only reason i'm using a nokia phone in camp. how can any decent phone be dignified by the number of times its brought outfield, especially in the pocket of a scout TC? utterly undignifying, treatment deserved only by a nokia phone. well, that counter down there counts down to ORD, and also the days from which i can use my lovely new phone full-time.

had the time to run through my song collection these few days since mc, or militarily speaking, attend c, doesn't allow me out of my home except for visits to the doctor and as i've recently discovered, meals. not that i mind - home is a nice place to be :) digging through a collection of incriminating file size inadvertently leads to me stumbling over certain tracks that haunt figments of my memory - some, sadly, i'd rather not recall. it's just this strange association that takes place, especially when i flood myself with certain songs at some points in my past that were pretty much inundated with extreme emotion or stress or whatever. pre a-levels, for example, was haunted by Aerosmith (thanks to the CD i had playing in my discman all the time we were mugging in the Hub), Iron Maiden (thanks, more, to eric and "Rainmaker" heh).

Oh, jolly, guess what's playing now. Angel by Aerosmith. Lyrics are the kinda things i'd really want to say but i guess it's not really relevant at this point in time.

Don't know what I'm gonna do about this feeling inside
Guess it's true - loneliness took me for a ride
Without your love, I'm nothing but a beggar
Without your love, a dog without a bone
What can I do, I'm sleeping in this bed alone

I shan't dwell, lest this ramble turns into a lyric post. yes, i do realize this is very much a ramble. heck it la, seriously.

I suspect my depravity is something i'll have to pay for one day. hmm..