this and that

so i went for the much intellectually-anticipated, much less practically-hyped-than-i'd-planned-to-be supposedly last Boyz II Men concert ever. don't get me wrong, i was looking forward to it. but it was part my overtired overworked shmucky self, part my lack of familiarity (or time to reacquaint), part some badly picked dynamics, carelessly - i argue - thrown together. like the shitty venue (bad physical dimensions leading to minimal sensory pleasure - can't see, crap sound, stinking bodies, stuffy atmosphere, you get the idea), shittier MC (so critical in rallying and pumping the crowd). there are other booboos, like singing to backing tracks instead of having a live band as the kam will eternally point out. in a line, there was just a lack of class (ala the rockin' alicia keys' one) but enough from me. go here for more - technical(!) - details.

edit: this is not to say the Boyz didn't rock, just that the cons outweighed the pros.

the phanie one left melbourne tuesday. leaving sydney coming wed/thu. to head over to sunnysweatystinky singapore to begin her working life. it's the end of our carefree phanie days as we know it. i'm inconsolable! i don't want to move into the next stage of life... yet. i'm not ready - i want out!! am doing some serious missing and shuddering over the former and latter respectively.

me mum's goin home tomor-- today. dad said, very very unconvincingly, that i could keep her awhile longer if i wanted, when i asked. we all know he's falling into pieces without mum to do the million little things she does for him each day. she's leaving behind large amounts of two kinds of chung and lomaikai, a veery clean house, graduation earrings(!) for some lucky person, a sad joy bwaa*wail*aaaaaa. she's bringing back with her a new suit, nice new tops, a 3000-piece jigsaw + a 1000-piece wasgij (no, really) and other misc. games for jason, the cutest peteralexander dachshund pj pant also for the boy (from me of course), possum bite scars, a tummyful of greek hongkong italian thai gelati seafood etc, loads of photos, and many joyful *ahem* memories.

did i mention some scatterbrained nut whose name i shall not say got her dates mixed up, would you believe it, and sent off her grad photos order a day too late to qualify for the free enlargement without even realizing til later?? tsk tsk, porridge brained and a freeloader.

i'm pretty sure i'm gonna see my relationship with mkx9160 marketing kicks the bucket for good*gulp*. i've been wanti-- dying to do just that, and i think i will. it's a peculiar thing. i have much fondness for the marketing, much distaste for the mkx9160, if you know what i mean. i KNOW the powers that be who live in denial will be displeased, to put it mildly, but i think i have to do what i have to do. it's not worth the unhappiness (or the stress gastric neckbackhead aches lack of sleep being perpectually grumpy etc). more on the drama as it happens.

i wonder if by any chance in the world i am not too late to get buble tix.

i'm off to mum's herbal chicken soup.