Conversation About Wedding (Disclaimer: Not My Wedding)

newlywed_friend: nakita mo na ba onsite ng wedding ko? (translation: have you seen the onsite [video] of my wedding?)
nightdreamer: yep i saw it
nightdreamer: gorgeous!
nightdreamer: fairy tale-ish
nightdreamer: cutesy!
nightdreamer: hollywoodsy!
nightdreamer: titanic-sy, the non-disastrous part!
nightdreamer: epic!
nightdreamer: supernatural!
nightdreamer: sublime!
nightdreamer: heavenly!
newlywed_friend: anu ba yan! (translation: what the heck!)
newlywed_friend: ni rate mo ba? (translation: have you rated it?)
newlywed_friend: comment mo nmn (translation: post some comment on it please!)
newlywed_friend: hehehe
newlywed_friend: lagay mo yan lahat sa coment (translation: put all [of what you’ve mentioned] in the comment!)
newlywed_friend: heheheh
nightdreamer: sige mamaya lang. i can’t watch youtube sa office. (translation: ok I’ll do it later. I can’t watch youtube vidz here in the office)
newlywed_friend: ok
newlywed_friend: sus ano ba yan corny nmn ng manager mo (translation: sheesh what the hell? your manager is so corny [translator’s note:err this makes more sense in Filipino than in English I suppose])
nightdreamer: oo nga eh mas corny pa sa akin. (translation: oh yes definitely, and cornier than me to boot!)
newlywed_friend: correct!

Message from a Disillusioned Blogger

You are getting tiresome. You were cute back when you were a kid. In each waking moment your curiousity is peerless, and you spent each day wide-eyed, full of energy to hear what others have to teach you. 

But now that you’ve grown, you suddenly sound like a college freshmen who think they know everything and think they’re the only important people. You’d rather argue your case than listen to someone else’s. You refuse to sympathize those who are not living like you; you suppose people should try to understand your self-centered world instead. You think each problem can be solved by the stock-quotes you can pull out from your favorite philosophy or New Age books.

You have redefined blogosphere, changed its name to smugosphere. 

I wasn’t aware that good writers are supposed to be self-satisfied. I knew them as people who would fuss about how bad their writings are even if everyone disagrees because deep inside they, writers, are always aiming to surpass themselves. I miss the days when a person is worth being called a good writer only if established by real words-of-mouth, and not by online traffic. I miss the days when writers weren’t hermetic and they lived among people of different professions.

But now, with you bloggers self-proclaimed-as-great-writers hogging oh so much limelight, you are all self-congratulatory and acting high and mighty, as if blogging puts you above others. You’re so stuck up. You troll on other people’s blog to mock their work by posting personal jibes disguised as “constructive criticism”, and then you shove your also-popular blog, or maybe your participation on a widely popular forum, as to why you speak with “authority”. And then you keep dichotomizing journalists to your kind thinking there can’t ever be a concurrence for both groups.

Well let me tell you this: I don’t care who you are, if you can’t put a lid on your braggadocios, I won’t ever take you for a writer - your page rank, your popularity, your nomination in "Influential Bloggers awards" and your intimacy with the thesaurus be damned.