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kahit

sana

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MIKKO MANIAC

MANIAC
noun [C] INFORMAL
a person who has a very strong interest in a particular activity.
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I stumbled lately at a website dealing with Manias Definition, Prefix, Suffix, Ologies and Isms, Manias Information, and Meaning and I found out I got 13 of them.

Try to visit the website (http://www.faqs.org/ologies-isms/Lie-Mem/Manias.html)and reply me back with your list, awkies?

AUTOMANIA
an excessive liking for solitude.
;-) I am not a fan of group works or anything that involves a lot of people to finish a job.

BIBLIOMANIA
an excessive fondness for acquiring and possessing books.
;-) Every time I feel down and my defenses come low, I always bring myself to a bookstore. I'm an impulsive book buyer. Touching and smelling books’ pages seem like heaven to me.

EROTOGRAPHOMANIA
an abnormal interest in erotic literature.
;-) D.H. Lawrence is my god and Anne Rice is my goddess.

LALOMANIA
an abnormal love of speech or talking.
;-) I ogle for debates, talk shows, and oratorical competitions. And baby, you can never win an argument with me. NEVER! LOLS.

LOGOMANIA
a mania for words or talking.
;-) Similar to the one above, I guess. And of course, poetry and literature rule!

NOCTIMANIA
an abnormal love of the night.
;-) I wake up at 5:30am, goes to work from 7am-4pm, takes an after work nap from 6pm-7:30pm, then turn my two lamp shades on and worship the night till 3:30am. And did I tell you I do that from Saturday-Wednesday?

OIKOMANIA
an abnormal attachment to home.
;-) And I can be in my room for the whole day without seeing the sun or anyone.

PHONOMANIA
an abnormal love of noise.
;-) Only when listening to music or watching TV but not in the classroom when teaching,haha. I always stop talking when one student starts creating an unrelated chat with anyone in the class!

PHRONEMOMANIA
a mania for thinking.
;-) I love deep thoughts and anything cranial. The brain will always be the sexiest organ, ever.*wink

POLITICOMANIA
a mania for politics.
;-) Isn't it obvious in the string of my political rants and re-posts?

SOPHOMANIA
an excessive respect for one’s own wisdom.
;-) When I do, I blog it even if I earn enemies, hehe.

TYPOMANIA
an obsession with the expectation of publication.
;-) I was euphoric and nearly jumped out of the school building when my poem got published at Philippine Star back in college!

XENOMANIA
a mania for foreigners.
;-) There is just this joy of exchanging conversations with someone who grew up in another place and with different culture.

HAY LOLA GLORIA NGA NAMAN

EMBARRASSING

MANILA, Philippines—Administration officials probably saw nothing wrong with it, but President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo’s determined—and ultimately futile—pursuit of Sen. Barack Obama made a number of Filipinos cringe in embarrassment.

The President was originally reported to have a meeting with the Democratic Party’s presumptive nominee for president last Wednesday in New York, but the site was later changed to Washington, D.C., a convenient change for Ms Arroyo who was winding up her official visit to the US capital on that day. Wednesday came and went, but there was no Obama. (He was said to be on the other side of the United States, in Hollywood, attending a fund-raising event.) That night Ms Arroyo left for New York, where she later learned Obama would meet with her in Washington Thursday. There was talk Ms Arroyo might skip some of her scheduled activities in New York, including a meeting with foreign diplomats assigned to the United Nations, to fly back to Washington for the meeting with Obama. But again the meeting was called off. As a consolation, the senator from Illinois on Thursday gave her 30 minutes of his time—on the telephone.

Thus, the President of the Philippines ended up looking like the pesky little fly that needed to be thrown sweet nothings just so she would get out of the way of somebody who is not even president (yet) of his country. If Ms Arroyo and her advisers didn’t find it improper or even demeaning to be so inordinately eager to see Obama, there are others who did. The President cannot behave like a love-struck teenager, willing and ready to do everything and drop anything, including her dignity, just to see her idol.

It is hard to believe that Obama or his people could be so insensitive and undiplomatic as to call off at the last minute a scheduled meeting with a foreign head of state. That simply isn’t done, except if there is an emergency or unless someone wants to signal extreme displeasure. What most likely happened was that arrangements were made for a possible meeting and nothing definite was agreed upon, but some presumptuous Palace officials took the meeting as a done deal. Thus, on the eve of the President’s departure, the Philippine consul general in San Francisco, Ambassador Marciano Paynor Jr., announced that Obama and his Republican rival Sen. John McCain had “shown interest” in meeting with Ms Arroyo and that indeed the meetings had been confirmed.

But after finding out that no firm date had been set for the Arroyo-Obama meeting, why didn’t the President’s men just hide their disappointment instead of continuing to fish for a meeting? Better still, why didn’t Ms Arroyo simply cut her trip short and go home to attend to the many things needing her attention in the face of the deaths and destruction wreaked by Typhoon Frank? Nobody would have noticed this misunderstanding with the Obama camp (if that was what it was) had she simply flown back to personally take charge of emergency relief operations.

She already got what she wanted from the visit: a reaffirmation of her friendship with US President George W. Bush and high praise from him for her campaign against terrorism. But apparently she wanted to blunt criticism about firming up relations with a lame-duck president by starting new personal relationships with his likely successors. She didn’t quite succeed (at least as far as Obama is concerned), and instead embarrassed herself and the nation.
--Adapted from http://opinion.inquirer.net/inquireropinion/editorial/view/20080628-145233/Embarrassing

;(

Has Modern Life Killed the Semicolon?
By Paul Collins

When the Times of London reported in 1837 on two University of Paris law profs dueling with swords, the dispute wasn't over the fine points of the Napoleonic Code. It was over the point-virgule: the semicolon. "The one who contended that the passage in question ought to be concluded by a semicolon was wounded in the arm," noted the Times. "His adversary maintained that it should be a colon."

French passions over the semicolon are running high once again. An April Fool's hoax this year by the online publication Rue89 claimed that the Nicolas Sarkozy government planned to demand "at least three semicolons per page in official administrative documents." Parliamentarian Benoist Apparu was in on the joke—"The disappearance of the semicolon in Eastern France is absolutely dramatic," he gamely proclaimed—and linguist Alain Rey (barely) kept a straight face for a video calling Frenchmen to arms. Reporters were taken in, since, like every great hoax, it was plausible enough to be true. Le Figaro has proclaimed, "The much-loved semicolon is in the process of disappearance; let us protect it," and there was even a brief attempt at a Committee for the Defense of the Semicolon—a modern update on the Anti-Comma League that France had back in 1934. French commentators blame the semicolon's decline on everything from "the modern need for speed" to the corrupting influence of English and its short, declarative sentences. It's a charge leveled for years stateside, too, with Sven Birkerts bemoaning the Internet's baleful influence on semicolons a decade ago.

Has modern life killed the semicolon?
--Adapted from http://www.slate.com/id/2194087

I JUST BOUGHT

>>>the Second Edition of Ann Cook's, "American Accent Training Kit" complete with all its 5 audio CDs and I'm enjoying the drills of LA-LA-LA, DUH-DUH-DUH on stress and emphasis.

Uhm, let me give you some examples:

1. MIKKO needs to explain from time to time that he does not understand Math.

2. Mikko NEEDS to explain from time to time that he does not understand Math.

3. Mikko needs to explain from time to time that he DOES NOT understand Math.

4. Mikko needs to explain from time to time that he does not understand MATH.

See those stressed and emphasized (in bold caps) WORDS there?

;-)Haha. Fun,fun.

*wink

TRANSLITERATED JOKE

A young, good-looking representative from Laguna sponsored a bill recommending the Filipino language to be used in all levels of accounting firms and banking institutions. The solon claimed it will provide a better understanding of the business transactions for those who are inexperienced
and non-English speaking citizens.

The bill received unanimous approval from the House and was presented to the President for signature to become the law of the land. But in spite of the overwhelming pressure from the members of the Congress, the President vetoed the bill.

Why?

She explained that when the English "business" words are translated in Tagalog, they sound very malicious (malaswa) and are "nakaka-hiya at
nakaka-kilabot!"

Here are a few sample words - English to Filipino

ASSET - ARI

FIXED ASSET - NAKATIRIK NA ARI

LIQUID ASSET - BASANG ARI

SOLID ASSET - MATIGAS NA ARI

OWNED ASSET - SARILING PAG-AARI

OTHER ASSET - ARI NG IBA

MISCELLANEOUS ASSET - IBA'T-IBANG KLASENG ARI

ASSET WRITE OFF - PINUTOL NA PAG-AARI

DEPRECIATION OF ASSET - LASPAG NA PAG-AARI

FULLY DEPRECIATED ASSET - LASPAG NA LASPAG NA
PAG-AARI

EARNING ASSET - TUMUTUBONG PAG-AARI

WORKING ASSET - GANADO PA ANG ARI

NON-EARNING ASSET - BALDADO NA ANG ARI

ERRONEOUS ENTRY - MALI ANG PAGKA-PASOK

DOUBLE ENTRY - DALAWANG BESES IPINASOK

MULTIPLE ENTRY - LABAS PASOK NANG LABAS PASOK

CORRECTING ENTRY - ITINAMA ANG PAGPASOK

REVERSING ENTRY - BALIGTAD ANG PAGKAKAPASOK

DEAD ASSET - PATAY NA ANG ARI

--Adopted from someone's blog

I'M ON MY

>>>2nd week of ZERO rice.

Bye bye building tummy terraces.Wipee!

MY POETRY OF MISSING YOU

;-) I woke up this morning (nah, actually it's already Saudi afternoon: 15mins past 1) with the itch of writing poetry again. I haven't been writing much in verses lately so I always celebrate these times when the 'textual itch' reappears.

Besides, Jon, a Friendster friend who used to sing for a band in Manila has prodded me to write some lyrics of a possible acoustic rendition of a song (based from my poetry) and promised to make some melody and arrangement for them. I kidded him with the ambitious thought of launching our career at Youtube.Haha.

O, by the way, he just sent me his first arrangement of my poem, TRAPPED, and we're in the process of some lyrical and melodic tweaking. I am not sure if I posted that poem here. I think so. Please track back to check it for yourself.

Here's the poem. Hope you can drop me your thoughts.A bit cheesy (it might not be your cup of tea;-) so please bear with it.Thanks.

MY POETRY OF MISSING YOU

This has bogged me down all night,
I can’t wait for the days to pass.
I am missing you all day; I hope that you know that,
All I want right now is your touch.

‘Coz you have taught me how to love,
‘Coz you have taught me how to sacrifice.
‘Coz you have taught me everything I now know,
‘Coz life is such a beautiful thing to celebrate with you.

If only I can bring the moon at night next to you,
And gather all the stars to lighten up your room.
If only I can make all your dreams come true,
And keep you unmindful of misery and blue.

O, your world are my words!

Your smiles give birth to my sweetest smiles.
Your hugs tightly embrace my inner soul.
Your lips locked firmly in the deepest avenues of my heart.
Your breath I long to breathe is what gives me life.
‘Coz you have taught me how to love,
‘Coz you have taught me how to sacrifice.
‘Coz you have taught me everything I now know,
‘Coz life is such a beautiful thing to celebrate with you.

And if this poetry of missing appears too cheesy to you,
Forgive me, honey, I just can’t think of any other beautiful thing to write about except this inevitable feeling of missing you.

WHAT DRAWS THE LINE

>>>between a good joke and a not-so-good one?

READ ON:

Australian’s ‘explosive’ jokes anger generals

By Joel Guinto
INQUIRER.net
First Posted 18:34:00 06/17/2008

MANILA, Philippines -- Australian businessman Peter Wallace's comedy routine at a luncheon in Makati City, in which he poked fun at Filipinos' "explosive" feces, had his audience, including the military top brass, outraged instead of laughing.

Wallace, an Australian who is president of The Wallace Business Forum, a consultancy firm, said Filipinos are now feared for having the "most explosive sh*t in the world," after a police investigation showed methane gas from sewage pipes caused the explosion at Makati City’s Glorietta 2 mall in October 2007.

But Wallace did not stop there, he launched into several other jokes at the end of a joint meeting of the Financial Executives Institute of the Philippines (Finex), the Makati Business Club (MBC), and the Management Association of the Philippines (MAP) at the Manila Peninsula Hotel on Tuesday.

"Scientists from Russia, the United States, and China are now analyzing the typical Filipino's diet to learn what could produce sh*t of such explosive force," he said.

"Several Filipinos kidnapped in Afghanistan and Iraq, surprisingly by Arab terrorists, have been asked to produce sh*t to be made into bombs for suicide missions," he said.

Wallace also said the US State Department has alerted the elite Delta Force to "prevent Filipinos and their sh*t from falling into the hands of terror groups."

The businessman also theorized that the November 2007 explosion at the House of Representatives, which killed Basilan Representative Wahab Akbar and three others, was caused by a "congressman [who] just couldn't hold it anymore."

The audience laughed at the first joke, but the amusement level waned as Wallace cracked the succeeding jokes.

Armed Forces of the Philippines chief of staff General Alexander Yano, a guest at the affair, did not laugh at Wallace's routine.

"It was racist. It was done in bad taste. He had no right to say that," a general who was with Yano said.

"I was not entertained. It was not only racist, it was extremely vulgar. It was not fit for a joke in that highly professional and respectable assembly," a second general, who was also at the affair, said.

A middle-grade officer with the generals called the jokes "most offensive, insulting, and impertinent."
--http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/breakingnews/nation/view/20080617-143221/Australians-explosive-jokes-anger-generals

OBAMA'S FATHER'S DAY SPEECH PART 3

And by the way - it's a responsibility that also extends to Washington. Because if fathers are doing their part; if they're taking our responsibilities seriously to be there for their children, and set high expectations for them, and instill in them a sense of excellence and empathy, then our government should meet them halfway.

We should be making it easier for fathers who make responsible choices and harder for those who avoid them. We should get rid of the financial penalties we impose on married couples right now, and start making sure that every dime of child support goes directly to helping children instead of some bureaucrat. We should reward fathers who pay that child support with job training and job opportunities and a larger Earned Income Tax Credit that can help them pay the bills. We should expand programs where registered nurses visit expectant and new mothers and help them learn how to care for themselves before the baby is born and what to do after - programs that have helped increase father involvement, women's employment, and children's readiness for school. We should help these new families care for their children by expanding maternity and paternity leave, and we should guarantee every worker more paid sick leave so they can stay home to take care of their child without losing their income.

We should take all of these steps to build a strong foundation for our children. But we should also know that even if we do; even if we meet our obligations as fathers and parents; even if Washington does its part too, we will still face difficult challenges in our lives. There will still be days of struggle and heartache. The rains will still come and the winds will still blow.

And that is why the final lesson we must learn as fathers is also the greatest gift we can pass on to our children - and that is the gift of hope.

I'm not talking about an idle hope that's little more than blind optimism or willful ignorance of the problems we face. I'm talking about hope as that spirit inside us that insists, despite all evidence to the contrary, that something better is waiting for us if we're willing to work for it and fight for it. If we are willing to believe.

I was answering questions at a town hall meeting in Wisconsin the other day and a young man raised his hand, and I figured he'd ask about college tuition or energy or maybe the war in Iraq. But instead he looked at me very seriously and he asked, "What does life mean to you?"

Now, I have to admit that I wasn't quite prepared for that one. I think I stammered for a little bit, but then I stopped and gave it some thought, and I said this:

When I was a young man, I thought life was all about me - how do I make my way in the world, and how do I become successful and how do I get the things that I want.

But now, my life revolves around my two little girls. And what I think about is what kind of world I'm leaving them. Are they living in a county where there's a huge gap between a few who are wealthy and a whole bunch of people who are struggling every day? Are they living in a county that is still divided by race? A country where, because they're girls, they don't have as much opportunity as boys do? Are they living in a country where we are hated around the world because we don't cooperate effectively with other nations? Are they living a world that is in grave danger because of what we've done to its climate?

And what I've realized is that life doesn't count for much unless you're willing to do your small part to leave our children - all of our children - a better world. Even if it's difficult. Even if the work seems great. Even if we don't get very far in our lifetime.

That is our ultimate responsibility as fathers and parents. We try. We hope. We do what we can to build our house upon the sturdiest rock. And when the winds come, and the rains fall, and they beat upon that house, we keep faith that our Father will be there to guide us, and watch over us, and protect us, and lead His children through the darkest of storms into light of a better day. That is my prayer for all of us on this Father's Day, and that is my hope for this country in the years ahead. May God Bless you and your children. Thank you.
--http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/06/15/obamas-fathers-day-speech_n_107220.html