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Bending the e-Subculture's Will

(Published in the Metropolitan Computer Times, September 2001)

The latest move from telecoms companies, a 67 percent cut on “free text,” awakens hatred among the Generation Txt—a powerful e-mob that has already proven its mettle by ousting a president.

 

 

 

Carlos Soliman deftly thumbs on his mobile phone’s keys. It is 2 am. We are at a local coffeeshop, where other young people are also chatting away the hours, their dressed-up phones sitting idly on their glazed tables. Carlos sips iced latte from a metal mug, his eyes straining to read the letters blinking on the LCD screen. Reading it, a grin slowly stretches across his puffed face. Someone just told a joke. Carlos gleefully responds by keying the word “lol.” 

The word means “laugh out loud,” one of the many jargons incidentally created by those who people Internet chatrooms a few years ago—either to save keystrokes or daunt the uninitiated. When “texting” came of age, the jargons, further trimmed down, where essentially ported into the new medium. And along with it is a new set of imperatives that forced words into a warped existence: “later” became “l8er,” “see you” became “c u.” We even routinely use the umlaut, which we rarely legitimately use in our own language, whenever we intend to send a smiley. Heck, we Filipinos have even invented the word “texting.” 

That is why Carlos, like millions of Filipinos, is pissed when the telecoms giants suddenly announced a 67 percent cut on free text messages in September. He likens it to a gag, a noose on their necks, something evil and malicious. And because it is a simultaneous move from practically all the companies that provide cellular-based communications—from Globe to Smart, Piltel to Islacom—Carlos smells corporate conspiracy—like the way he thinks of alien abductions, fake moon landings and the mystery of Erap’s intellect. 

But of course, he may be a bit overboard. Short Messaging Service, or “texting” to us Filipinos, is just a value-added feature, and the telecoms assert that it’s their right to cut these down; it’s not the main service, anyway. But the people’s negative response, which is spreading like prairie fire on the Internet and chain text messages, betrays the sensibilities of an otherwise tolerant majority—rub more salt on the wound and it finally bares its fangs.  

Pinoy Sensibility 

The phenomenon, according to observers, is culture-based. Filipinos love to be with friends, they love to chat, they tend to smile and laugh a lot (incidentally, the Finns—the people who manufacture Nokia phones—are known to be perpetually withdrawn and stoic). Apparently, “texting” feeds on our psychology—the sense of connectedness, the sense of making people feel within reach of anyone, anytime, anywhere, is compelling. On top of that, texting seemed to be affordable. 

According to Digitel boss John Gokongwei, Filipino consumers are showing an increasing preference for wireless communications. By the end of last year, mobile phone companies registered a combined subscriber base of close to 6 million, with enthusiastic subscribers sending an estimated 30 million text messages a day.  

In fact, some marketing geniuses have begun to smell blood—they have begun cooking up business models to profit from SMS-based marketing. Advertising firm Campaigns and Grey president Yolanda Ong, for example, expects that “companies selling products or services to the young would be the first to devise ways to use text messaging as part of their marketing strategy, which would include companies selling clothes or cafes, restaurants and bars that target the growing youth market.” Others, like Chikka (www.chikka.com), Smart Communications’ ally, allow Internet-hooked computers and mobile phones to communicate with each other through SMS. 

But the matter is that the majority, the so-called Filipino masa, do not really indulge themselves in all things technological. They didn’t ride it just because texting meant being at the forefront of the new age. Mobile e-commerce? Nah, not yet time, and only a few people trust it. WAP? Too expensive and slow, and WAPpers wade in the marginalia. Blue Tooth? Meralco’s using the 2.4 Ghz bandwidth that Bluetooth technology relies on, so it could not exist here. And after circling the Mobius strip, we still end up with good old homey SMS. 

Caveat 

And there, as we slowly realize, is the rub. Part of the magic lies in the fact that texting seems to be “free.” Credit it to brilliant marketing, but the phrase “texting is cheap” has become an oxymoron. For people who heavily use it, at the present rate of one peso per message, two hours of texting easily translates into something like P20 or P30. This is because text exchanges are often in the form of a dialogue: as long as a response to a textmate’s message is necessary, texting will go on. For most people, the so-called “free text” allotment for subscribers somehow mitigates the cost. 

And now, the 67 percent cut on “free text.” And people have begun reacting as though their oxygen supply is being cut off. 

“Yeah,” Carlos confidently tells me, coming back from the bar with another mug of coffee. “We’re launching another revolution. A friend is constructing a website to denounce it.” 

I stare at him and realize he is dead serious. Carlos is 22, a senior Mass Communications student at a university in Manila. 

“Then what happens?” I ask. 

Before he could answer me, his cell phone sets off, his thumb quickly working on the keys, suddenly oblivious to those around him. For the next few moments, he is completely absorbed in his little affair. I suddenly felt an acute sense of the powerful, little understood dynamics that had unseated the former president of this country. And realized we are truly a strange people, after all.




                Copyright (c) 2004 by Joe Bert G. Lazarte

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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