Back from a 36 glorious hours of Not Working. *huge smile* Then again, the fact that i started my sentence with "back" makes my announcement anti-climactic. yeah, yeah... i'm at the office again.

The Break gave birth to The Letter Eff. It's my first ever collage. I'm feeling both nice and weird about it. It's nice to finally cut ang glue together stuff instead of drawing them. Weird coz it somehow didn't come up the way i expected it. Organized chaos. I'm so middle-brained.

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Tuesday night, i met two lovely couples.

Pixelcatalyst and Fibermarupok decided to meet and bring along their ladies. I invited myself over. hehe. (As my cousin would put it: "Aaw.. fifth wheel! *snicker*")

It was a fantastic night. I had a great time meeting and talking these people i met electronically. Fiber paid for dinner *thanks Fiber* and Pix and Calysta brought me a knight. *laughing*

can we do that again, please?

Six.5 hours. I spent six.5 hours with the journal barkada last night.

Thirty or so minutes at Starbucks spent waiting for Pentuna and the others, laughing looking at the pictures taken at the Mantis-BloodyMary nuptials, hearing stories about umm.. the SpecialChild and concluding again that she is indeed special, and oooh-ing at Prophecy's henna tat.

How long did we wait at congo grill for a table..? Hmmm.. i don't usually keep track of time, really. But we stood there for a long time, and had to perform a Table and Chair Dance (a'la Rain Dance). Prophecy, Pentuna and I were about to do a Boyfriend Dance when we got interrupted. A table for seven was finally ready.

Humid place. Quick service. Good food. Fantastic company. yum!

After our dinner, Petuna went back to the office where she has to stay and finish her shift. We headed to the Podium to check out the place and stare at the reflective surface of the pillars. We have a perfectly logical and human reason to stare at the pillars: Our reflections look thin and lean.

We went back to Starbucks at the strip for a few more minutes of talking and laughing. While Mike and i were trying our best not to fall asleep and Crughmie was finishing his cold chocolate drink, Kit got a call from Mantis informing her that she'll be reporting as an Associate Engineer in the Crughmie-Mantis-Claire office come April!! Absolutely kewl news. *huge smile* Kit is happy and excited. We are happy and excited.

My eyes were really heavy and the thought of having to wake up at four killed my energy. I was so ready to go home. But when we were outside, just as I was about to ride Kit's car, we decided to stick for a while longer to wait for Dublin. We haven't seen him for a while, and he's a bit out of reach, thanks to his sked and some effing retards who took his phone.

Dublin got there a few minutes before midnight. 'talked with him for a while, then we said our goodbyes.

On our way home, we listened to Dave Matthew's lovely lovely lovely poetry slash music in Kit's car while Mike drove.
(thanks for the ride, guys.)

Six.5 hours. Not enough.



Punchline of the Night
Quoting SpecialChild: We are fans of white people.

Line Sustaining 101. Lesson 1: CART

CART - acronym for Corrective Action Request Tag. This is issued by the enemies Quality Assurance group when they find a product that fails visual and reliability criteria. When a product is verified to have a defect, the whole batch that was processed together with the defective product *yawn* will be returned to the operators for 100% inspection, and the machine where it was processed will be monitored, studied and corrected by the process engineer. If a second CART on the same defect is issued on the same machine, a Shutdown Tag will be issued. The machine cannot be used until it can be assured that the products will be free of defects.

This also means the lot with the defect will be placed on hold until it is inspected and re-gated, which may potentially miss its shipment if the inspection takes long. And if a machine is given a shutdown tag, more products will miss its shipment. In other words, production supervisors both from your department and the other departments will be breathing down your neck while you troubleshoot.


Yesterday, within my 8 hr shift, the QA issued 7 CART's to lots processed in 6 machines out of the 9 that are running.

stress? what stress?! *faints*

yellow. my hands are yellow.
an inch long minor burn rests near my wrist with an almost perfect 95 degree angle.
i'll be meeting the journal barkada tonight for a two-hour celebration of PenTuna's birthday.
we also met last week because... we can. heh.
and yes, my hands are yellow.

just a few weeks ago, the sweetest friend a person could ever have launched Operation: SkyOrange PC. *huge grin* Kit Fortress and Mike are putting together the parts of my future baby. (that sounded a bit creepy..)

so far we have the mb, soundcard, processor plus the casing, mouse, floppy disk drive, cd drive (which i don't know if it's fully functional), cables, which were donated and sold (aah.. chinese businessmen.. hehe ) by different sources. at this point i'd like to thank my sponsors. *smile*

we are still accepting donations. ;P

i felt a surge of happy tears while i was watching mtv road rules.

*points and laughs at Self *

aah. never mind that there's nothing better. but then, when you're as tube-deprived as i am you'd feel great joy and excitement over anything that moves and makes sound within the cube. right..? (that's defense number one)

geeze.. crying over the show. what a sad sight. *shakes head* (you've felt this coming, right? here comes defense number two: ) there's definitely something wrong with my system right now. i have a lot inside just waiting to be released.

i have multiple presonalities, if you haven't noticed yet. and stating that makes me feel more secured. heh.

for the first time here on the surface of MindSwap, i'll be posting a poem that i did not write.

this work is precious. very precious.


~



...



My sweet Moon Flower
How her petals pull at me like the tide
an all consuming comfort that binds deeper than light to dark.


There is something about the night that makes her smile.
She loves to count the light years to the stars.
And she loves to love.


Is it cheese like they used to say?
Fluffy pillows of cosmic ash and smoke?
Is it just what you call home?


Oh, My Moon flower.


Does the emptiness of space make you sad?
Or does it give you time to wish you could touch the sun?
I bet you like that sun don't you?


When it gets cold, what do you do?
I know you can't cry.
I have seen your tears rise above you and float into the orbit of your fears.


Can I help you fill what was intended to be empty?
Can I stand here and admire you standing so tall?
Can I have you for my own?


You know I get lonely sometimes.


How would I keep you?
Could you hold me in my atmosphere?
Or would you just float away?


Like all the others?


No...


Our friendship extends greater than the universe.
Strange how things happen like that.
When planets pass close enough for the moons to say hello.
And then we bloom.




My Sweet Moonflower
pyriel



~



...written by the heart, touching the soul..

Project Update p.2


. Interview for Pixelcatalyst's site - done. and another one to go. it took me 5 months to finish one interview. maybe this time i'll work one up in less time. say.. 4 months. nu ni nu...

. short descrip for fiber's Fatal Seduction Series - done.

. still magnet-less.

. no word from ev33l ruhyan about our projects.

. site. - site? what site?! heh. my jedi training was cut short. not enough medichlorian, they said. but.. but.. but.. yeah, in time. right, jedi master? *grin*

met Eloi last night at the FstvlMl so that i could give her my *cough* Christmas gift. eherm.. yes, we live in the same town, and her house is just one ride away from my semiHome. she also stayed at my parents' house (my Home) for a night earlier this year. but i just wasn't able to give it to her earlier than last night. hmm, it's good that i have weird sked to blame. hehe.

it's so nice to spend time with her again. she's one of the persons i'm most comfortable with, she's almost like a sister. hmm, my 'almost-sister-in-law-2b.' i lived with her and her nice family when i started working, and stayed with them for more than a year. she's also one of the most makulit (the nice type of makulit - childlike and funny) people i know, and her kakulitan is contagious. ;D when we're holding drinks, expect her to propose a toast ("to... coke!"). when watching tv, she's ask if i think the guy on the tube is gay or not, then we'd debate about it. hehe. it's because of her that i got to know Roald Dahl and Charlie and Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory.

we walked in and out of stores, i got myself a pair of cheap jeans (May the heavens save it from acid attack. Amen.), ate burgers, walked in and out of more stores, she made fun of my insane liking for orange and red, more stores, then went home. nice.. :)

i used to look forward to the boss-less carefree working saturdays and sundays. weekends used to mean low volume of production load, some routine checks on the machines and the solutions, then going home on time.


now i dread weekends. it seems that all the process issues that escaped and got past our quality assurance gates gather together and mingle, maybe even chat over some cappuccino, stay low away from the spotlights, then resurface and attack on weekends... during my 12-hr weekend shift. lots are put on hold, our line is under tighter and more strict gating, machines get shutdown tags at the same time, line defects are detected causing more shutdown tags.


today was one of those dreaded weekends. at least, tonight, i'll be going back to my semiHome with acid-stain-free skin, and hole-free jeans.


i'm OK, though. 'could be better, but OK nonetheless.


* * breathes out

and another TEST. hmmm. i can go on testing the whole day...

show up, comment thingie!!

funny thing... how can we mindSwap when there's no commenting ability?!


hmm.. i miss my lj already..

TheOtherJournal got blocked at work. :|
this is gonna be MindSwap's home from now on i guess.

gotta figure out a few things to control and leave as is.


damn websense.

test.