Manila Mobile Phone Addiction
Admit it. You have a problem. Yes, you my dear Filipino reader. You have a problem, an addiction, and its time you admit it.
You love your cell phones.
All night long, this is the view – a beauty playing with her phone. Ignoring others, ignoring me!, you fiddle with your mobiles.
Yes, I know, phones are cool, and everyone in Manila has one. You call your friends, you call your family, you even call your family, “friends” and you do this at the expense of those around you.
So do all of us a favor, my Manila multitudes – put down the phone. It’s okay, you’ll survivie.
it’s worse now that cellphone companies have this text unlimited promos. i’m actually relishing the fact that i’m using a new number, which only a handful of people know.
but it’s the same in other asian countries..
my mobile’s almost always not charged, he-he. i get to watch tv now, which is yet another diversion, he-he…
Wayan,
There’s one good thing about Filipinos and their cellphones…the fact that a president was ousted because of texting.
http://www.seeingisbelieving.ca/cell/manila/
I love my own phone for a different reason: it has a flashlight and I have a real thing for flashlights. But I digress from the actual topic at hand. People fiddling with their phones in the presence of other people has always been a bit of an annoyance. You’re talking to someone and he/she is like, “Mm-hmm, yeah, uh-huh” while staring at his/her phone. Or perhaps a person is talking to you and he/she is expertly texting without looking at the keypad. It’s all a person can do not to grab the other one and say, “Hey, I’m HERE. Talk to ME. Pay attention to ME!”
I beg to differ. I absolutely hate the tedious task of texting, and my phone runs out of prepaid credits often enough that I am free of any attachment to the gadget. I don’t even use its camera.
But when bosses call…ah, that’s when I hate my cellphone even more. :)
Yes, it is indeed annoying to talk to someone whose attention is more focused on his or her mobile. I find it disrespectful, but that is just me.
Time Magazine calls it getting “pizzled” — getting “puzzled” and “pissed off” at the same time, he-he.