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I had so much trouble fixing the conflict between the JavaScript code in the gallery page and this DTD line in the same document.
In IE 6, the gallery had a bottom scrollbar which looked well off.. yes, well off. Firefox 1 displayed everything fine.
CSS and HTML code editing were futile. At first I thought it was the padding in CSS that was buggering me off but it wasn’t.
To solve it, I created a smaller problem. I made the DTD a comment tag. I got rid of the annoying bottom scroll bar in IE 6 but the gallery page wouldn’t validate correctly in XHTML. Who cares?
In this situation, I discovered a lot of differences between IE 6 and Firefox 1 when it comes to displaying the same document. I must not enumerate them in a 410px width such as this. I’d rather get used to using Firefox.
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Just speak
until your mouth froths with flowers
and butterflies.
As elusive as the one I’m trying to touch,
your eyes have the same flutter.
We eat with eagerness of what is on our table.
The butterflies, the flowers, they disappear.
And finally, I have your eyes.
It is sudden sadness that illuminates them.
It is the tingle of your spoon that fills the marble floor.
I feel them – the fall
and the realization that this dinner
is a banquet for two.
—
Originally published in happyobituary.blogspot.com.
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Nag-file ako ng tax kanina.
Pwede naman palang walang sedula, nag-aksaya pa ako ng P238.68.
Pero ayos lang, sa unang pagkakataon, nakita ko rin ang loob ng Quezon
City Hall.
Malaking lugar pala.. parang parke. Meron pang dalawang lumang auto na display na lang. At sa main building, may mga nakalilok sa pader na hindi ko na tinignan kung ano. Nagmamadali ako.
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I was enjoying the afternoon sun when the sky suddenly wept. There we were… sinking paper boats in the puddle.
My brother made a boat out of styrofoam. He powered it with some dynamo he got from a broken toy racing car. That was the time I learned how to play with batteries and masking tapes.
While propelling in our vast garden flood, we shot it with pebbles. We burned the hell out of that boat. How mesmerizing the melting foam was.
Originally published in leave.myblogsite.com.
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We went home to Helen’s house after catching up too late in the streets of San Roque. I told her to stop trying beer too much.
Her house was the closest so we proceeded. There was her mom sleeping, head on the dining table. I wasn’t that sleepy so I headed for a coffee.
I waited for several hours… for several brewing hours and yet, the frappuccino I ordered wasn’t even lukewarm.
I slept at the coffee shop comfort room.
Originally published in leave.myblogsite.com.
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The table had vanished. All we can see were food. Seafood, oil food, wheat, and everything in between. You see, it was our parents twentieth year wedding anniversary.
My siblings and I were seated like audience to the sweetness of our folks. We were witnesses and evidence to the bond they have over the years.
My little brother was dancing Macarena. I think he was mocking some waiters. They should dance to that song while serving food. That would be swell.
Originally published in leave.myblogsite.com.