Day 31: Another Day, Another Wrong Turn

I’m typing this post without internet connection. Yup, I’m saving it in Words first and backdating it when I post. Somehow, I can’t seem to connect to any kind souls. I need my modem. I feel so lost without internet. I’m an internet junkie, without it I feel naked. Clothe me, please.

I hope I get my modem soon.

Anyway… My nick on MSN had the word ‘failure’ in it. Thinking back, failure is too harsh a word. But failing is NOT an option here. I cannot afford to fail, especially since my situation with Boss is where it’s at now. Failing is simply out of the question.

I’ll work harder. I may have to change materials, I may have to change methods, I don’t mind. I’ll do anything to get things right. I’m quite partial towards COC and PDMS, particularly PDMS because it’s the easier to use among the two, and not so much towards the UV glue that we are currently using. I know too little about it; porosity, water absorption, moisture barrier, and so on. At this point in time, I’m leaning towards PDMS, but it was the very first material rejected here. Why? Beats me. Perhaps too many people have worked with it. But I’ll do anything; anything to make it work.

Failing is not and cannot be in my vocabulary.

Enough about that. I have the weekend to mull things over. I’ll be at SLU tomorrow working on the chip, instead of fabrication. I’m more confident of success in this area. Much more confident. At the very least, I know the processes and theory behind the procedures, so modifying them shouldn’t be a problem.

And just to spice up my life a little, I’ve decided to try another bus service to SLU. I should be able to see new scenery tomorrow.

Actually, I’m eagerly anticipating Friday and the coming weekend. I’ll be away. Yup, I’ll be going out of Uppsala to Marieudd. I think it’s somewhere near Stockholm. It’s going to be fun. I know the people at Catholic Students’ Society better now, so it won’t feel too strange. I’ll see new places, explore new areas. Not by myself, but with new friends. I can’t wait.

So I can safely say that there will not be any new updates for the next two days, or maybe three. Don’t miss me too much, you hear? *grin*

On the same strand of thought, I officially volunteered to be a reader for the English Mass on Sundays. Sister Dorothy asked me about it two Sundays ago. I declined it then, knowing fully well the readings that day were tough, with those weird unpronounceable names. But I agreed to read some time in the future. Last Sunday, they made an announcement seeking more readers. I officially volunteered. It’s so unlike me, isn’t it? If I were back home, I’d just ignore the issue totally. It’s amazing what daily Mass can do to a person. It’s amazing what being alone in a foreign land can do to a person.

Perhaps, I’ve changed. Maybe. Just maybe.