my books have arrived!

patience was never one of my virtues. i remember hazel asking me on a ym conversation last week why i think it isn't (one of my virtues i mean). and characteristically true enough i replied because it was too slow.
you could imagine therefore my utter vexation at our country's postal service which took sluggish 2 months to deliver books i have ordered in december when i made my intentions as a designer clear. here they are at last! sitepoint's html utopia and css anthology to add to css zen garden and the rss feeds of design articles by ALA, kevin leitch, zeldman and mark boulton.

(due to lack of a digicam, i got pictures off the web instead)

Html Utopia

CSS Anthology

I the problem I have been silently whining about regarding my lack of reading materials is solved as of this glorious moment.

Ah. Rapture.

Thanks to UPStrat for making this all possible. Kudos to us!

cy it seems, never tires of giving me bouquets of stargazer liliums.
and i, it seems, will never tire of receiving them.

what lies beneath

it only takes a right click to see the horrors that lie beneath a seemingly innocuous layout laden with good images and a tit for tat text. the domain or site the images are pulled out from, the incompliance to standards, the inefficiency, the alt text which should have imployed the title attribute, the use of tables to display non-tabular data... even if the whole body has been commented out of display, it's sure to come out with a simple right click and a view source. anything and everything... it's all there. the so-called naked truth, rendered and undeniably so.

surprising how you can find more info from a person with markup than with the written word.

I am nothing special; of this i am sure. i am a common woman with common thoughts, and i've led a common life. there are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but i've loved with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.

-the notebook

to cy, the one who shares with me a neruda romance.

a happy valentines indeed

loving, being loved and being in love with cy is like a neruda. on the designated day for love (single awareness for those in the other side of the fence) cy and i celebrated like we do everyday, a love that was made our own.

we both got off from work late and had dessert at my place. chocolate mallow cake and buko pandan. cy had wanted me to remember, and i did, the time that my brother was supposed to buy us buko pandan from max and bought instead, buko pandan zagu. my anticipation dampened, i had resorted to a silent fit and cy seeing how disappointed i was, took off and rectified the situation. strange, cy said, how buko pandan could instantly make me happy and my brother replied that it was not the buko pandan.

full from dessert but empty of ideas to celebrate valentines, we capriciously decided to spend the night at cy's place. arriving at cy's house a taxi ride after and being ushered in by porjax (cy's dad) and mai (his mom), we hastily ate lasagna and headed to the fair at sunken garden.

the moon was wide eyed and occasionally obscured from view by a film of passing clouds as we proceeded to watch the bands that offered their music. a tree on the back of the stage posed as an efficient eye candy, being struck by the stage's lights which made it glow a deep violet, red, yellow or green. i counted two planes pass by as the stars gleamed their brightest.

under the canopy of stars, i felt what no philosopher or poet could ever put into words. you're right cy. we are blessed.

happy valentines to my significant other. ily.