Programmer’s Psalm 23

The Lord is my programmer, I shall not crash.

He installed His software in the hard disk of my heart,

All of His commands are user friendly,

His directory moves me to the right choices for His name\’s sake.

Even though I scroll through the problems of file,

I will fear no bugs, for You are my backup;

Your password protects me;

You prepare a menu before me in the presence of my enemies;

Your help is only a key away.

Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life,

And my file will be merged with His and saved forever.


that was a long weekend

I had that kind of weekend again that it seems like just one very long day. Saturday morning, finished burning Miao’s (silverhakai) VCDs. Early saturday afternoon, work related thingies. Late Saturday afternoon, proceeded to Charmed thon where I am late again. Early Saturday evening, dinner at Dencio’s Cubao. Late Saturday evening, just wasted time. Dawn of Sunday, at Gigi’s place eating tacos, more talking, at card read sessions (by Miao of course) using Clow cards. When the sun is up, believe it or not, Sailor Moon live action thon! (Love you Rei!) Afternoon to evening, Harry Potter EB where I got to know the people I am interacting at the PHP Message Boards and served as one of Miao’s suport group. What a day (althought it is technically 2).

i hate prejudice

This is a response on Gigi’s Multiply post.

Just because someone is not like the others make that someone “weird”. I also really hate persons who are prejudiced like that. Any form of prejudice for that matter.

On a side note, how about this: Just because I like Star Trek makes me weird compared to someone who loves (and can I say to the point of being obsessive) to Engcantadia or Darna, the current fad of the time.

Beautiful Words: The Cookie

A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops. Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.

She was engrossed in her book but happened to see, that the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be, grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between, which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.

So she munched the cookies and watched the clock, as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock. She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I would blacken his eye”.

With each cookie she took, he took one too. When only one was left, she wondered what he would do. With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in half.

He offered her half, as he ate the other. She snatched it from him and thought…oooh, brother. This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude. Why he didn’t even show any gratitude!

She had never known when she had been so galled, and sighed with relief when her flight was called.

She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate, refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.

She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat, then she sought her book, which was almost complete.

As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise, there was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.

“If mine are here,” she moaned in despair, “the others were his, and he tried to share”. “Too late to apologize” she realized with grief. That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.

Join the Beautiful Words Mailing List


greasy hair and whatnot

You scored as Severus Snape. Well you’re a tricky one aren’t you? Nobody quite has you figured out and you’d probably prefer it stayed that way. That said you are a formidable force by anyone’s reckoning, but there is certainly more to you than a frosty exterior and a bitter temper.

Severus Snape 90%  

Ron Weasley 85% 

Remus Lupin 75% 

Harry Potter 70% 

Albus Dumbledore 65% 

Ginny Weasley 60% 

Sirius Black 55% 

Hermione Granger 55% 

Lord Voldemort 50% 

Draco Malfoy 40%

Your Harry Potter Alter Ego Is…?

created with

Beautiful Words: A Myth on Mania and Eros

A long time ago, before the world was created and humans set foot on it for the first time, virtues and vices wandered bored, not knowing what to do. One day, they were all gathered and bored more than even when Ingenious had an idea: Why don’t we play hide and seek? And all of them liked the idea, and immediately the mad Madness, shouted: I want to count, I want to count and since no one else was crazy to seek for Madness, Madness leaned on a tree and started to count, 1, 2, 3. And as Madness counted, the vices and virtues went hiding.

Tenderness hung on the horn of the moon; Treason in a pile of garbage; Fondness curled up between the clouds; Lie said he would hide under a stone but he lied and hid at the bottom of the lake; Passion went to the center of the earth; Avarice entered a sack that he ended up breaking…. And Madness continued to count, 79, 80, 81, 82.

All the vices and virtues were already hidden by then, except for Love, whom as undecided as he is, did not know where to hide. And this should not surprise us because we all know how difficult it is to hide Love. And Madness as already at 95, 96, 97. And just at the moment when she arrived at hundred, the Love jumped into a rosebush and there he hid out.

And Madness shouted “I’m coming! I’m coming!” and as she turned, the first one she saw was Laziness, thrown to her feet because he didn’t have any energy to hide. Then she saw Tenderness in the horn of the Moon, and Lie at the bottom of the lake, and Passion in the center of the earth… Discovering them one by one, finding all of them but one.

Madness was getting desperate, unable to find the last missing one, until Envy, envious for not having been discovered, whispered to Madness: “You are lacking Love, and he is hiding in the rosebush.” And Madness took a wooden pitchfork, and stabbed at the rosebush, and stabbed and stabbed, till a heartbreaking shout made her stop. And, after the shout, Love came out covering his face with his hands, and from between his fingers run two threads of blood, out of his eyes.

Madness anxious to find Love had taken out Love’s eyes with the pitchfork.

What have I done? what have I done? – she shouted.  I have left you blind! How can I repair it? And Love answered, you can’t restore my eyes.

But if you want to do something for me, you could be my guide.

From that day on, Love is blind and is always accompanied by Madness.

Join the Beautiful Words Mailing List


new journal

I just had a new journal again. I think I have a habit of beginning something enthusiastically and then slowly dies out when time progresses. I know its a “very”, “very” (did I say “very”) bad thing to do but, hey, I can’t help it.

I will keep my more personal thoughts here that I plan to be just written in one or more sentences. If it covers two paragraphs or more, it will stay on Thought Patterns. Some other things like pictures and notes will stay at Icheb’s Padd. I am planning of putting yet another blog on blogspot regaring my work as a programmer. I’ll let you know if I had the time to do it.

If I didn’t post something for a few days, kulitin nyo ako sa text!

Original address: