Saturday, May 06, 2006

This week has been running up to this morning's General Elections. The papers have been full of campaign goings-on and everyone seems excited about it. Even the students who are usually politically phobic have actually been animatedly talking about it during tutorials. Perhaps for once the democratic process appeared more real, more concrete than just lecture material.

June and I woke up early to cast our votes. Early morning means no crowds. Can't think of anything worse than spending an off day waiting in a long but orderly line guarded by policemen.

Despite all the precautions, there was at least 1 incident of human error at our polling station. After casting our votes, we exited into the parking lot only to be accosted by our elderly neighbour [he called me, "Ah Ti," which was quite gratifying; most people call me, "Uncle," these days] who was looking very puzzled and lost. Apparently, he had followed the wrong group of people and walked straight past the polling area and into the parking lot, still with his blank ballot in hand. June had to take him back inside the station and explain for him what had happened and get it all sorted out. One party or another very nearly lost an important vote there!

Friday, May 05, 2006

PUS presenters want to shoot a video as part of their presentation. We've been storyboarding over a number of afternoons this week, and I'm glad they were sensible enough to cut down the number of scenes we have to shoot.

It's a good opportunity to activate the PUS resource team as well, making this activity the first one to actually give them something concrete to do for a change. Hope everyone got the message, though. Communication somehow isn't our strong suit. We're shooting on Sunday.

Tonight is actually NYeDC's Drama Night 06. Their first production since I left the club. But June had to work late again, so I had to switch tonight's tix for Saturday's instead. Bleh. I wanted to watch the debut performance, but I guess a 24-hour wait won't hurt too badly.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Still adjusting to our new schedules. Both June and I are keeping very late days. Work has just been crazy for her in her new job, quite different from her previous one. I am truly convinced now that dinner for 'normal' people here is at 9pm and that we have been living a blinkered, idyllic and unrealistic existence in the years prior to this one.

Such a schedule means being hungry at unusual times of the day; feeling tired often, having less recovery time these days than before; and sleeping late (I mean LATE) at night trying to squeeze in everything we had been accustomed to doing when we once had the whole evening to ourselves. It's a vicious cycle.

How do other working folks cope? Especially those with kids?