This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way. So, treasure every moment that you have. And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time... and remember that time waits for no one...

Happiness is a journey, not a destination.

When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutored youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed: But wherefore says she not she is unjust? And wherefore say not I that I am old? O! love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love, loves not to have years told: Therefore I lie with her, and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flattered be.

This template consists of a few floating div's and a floated list. In the course of setting this template up, i came across some bugs that i had to fix, like the well known peekaboo bug.

The layout itself is pretty simple: just float the right upper div, add a clearer and then the 3 lower div's are floated. Again, add a cleared and put the footer in place. This was quite simple to achieve but i wrapped everything inside a wrapper that i centered on the page. The centering was achieved with auto margins but to make that work in IE5, you need to put “text-align : center;” on the body element. This however causes things to be centered unless you specify otherwise in the appropriate div/class. Because my nav menu was outside the wrapper, this was centered also an i used the voice-family hack to correct it.

I also encountered a bug in Mozilla when resizing the view port. Because the wrapper was set to a fixed width, upon resizing the view port and going below that width, the left content wasn't any longer accessible. Apparently Moz has issues with negative values in that case. But i'm told this bug should be resolved in the latest beta. To fix it i've put a border on the wrapper with the same color as the page background.

But the strangest thing that happened was when i triggered the doubled-margin float bug in IE. This bug occurred on the list and using “display : inline;” resolved that. But low and behold, that hack triggered another bug on my list: as soon as i used the hack, the padding between the li text and the bullets became extremely wide. Messing around with margin, padding, different values didn't seem to cure it, until i had the bright idea to use “list-style : outside;” on the li. That did the trick in IE6. Also, it seemed mandatory to put “list-style : outside;” first, otherwise it doesn't work.


Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured, And the sad augurs mock their own presage; Incertainties now crown themselves assured, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time, My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes: And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red, than her lips red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go, My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare, As any she belied with false compare.

Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, That they behold, and see not what they see? They know what beauty is, see where it lies, Yet what the best is take the worst to be. If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks, Be anchored in the bay where all men ride, Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks, Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied? Why should my heart think that a several plot, Which my heart knows the wide world's common place? Or mine eyes, seeing this, say this is not, To put fair truth upon so foul a face? In things right true my heart and eyes have erred, And to this false plague are they now transferred.