infopage
Don’t you just miss the pager/beeper days? When everything was just so darn romantic? When you wouldn’t get wretched text messages asking you where you are and to please reply?
Yup, those were the good days.
You would get a page and you’d always be excited to see what it is, because you know it would be something good, and whoever paged it composed it herself.
You and your assumption sweetheart would make plans to go to town center a week before you actually have to go, and you’d both be home before dinner.
You’d have a PLDT Fonkard in your wallet, so you could use the pay phones to page.
When you agree on a time and place where you and your friends would meet, no one deviates from the original plans, because there’s no way to change the plans anymore.
When you wait for someone, you really wait. But it’s ok. You don’t get the urge to text or call her to ask where she is, because all you have is a one-way pager. So you quietly sip your bottomless iced tea in pancake house near Glico’s, and wait for her to come. Ah, but when she finally gets there, it’s complete bliss. You had no idea why she was late, where she was when you got there and how long it would be before she got there. So once you meet, you’d actually forget that you were waiting because you’re just so happy to see her.
Your southridge and assumption barkada would meet up in Toontown, and eating at McDonald’s would be something special.
It’s so nice to just think how simple life was back then, when you would take a picture and there wouldn’t be anybody looking over your shoulder saying “Patingin! Patingin! Ok ba? Ulit, ulit ang pangit ko!”. Nope, everyone would have to wait until the roll of film got developed. Out of 36 shots, there would be a few bad shots of you, maybe a few candid ones with your eyes shut, but that’s just the good side of it. You don’t throw the pictures, you keep them because they captured the moments. It doesn’t have to be a good take all the time. I sure miss it. No friendster, no multiply.com, no pesky text messages. Ugh, I hate text messaging the most. When people just text and text while they’re eating with you or something. Or when you receive forwarded messages that have nothing to do with you anyway. I miss the pager era, when you receive messages that was composed for you. Not only is it composed for you, it’s well thought of. None of the “Wru? M hir na.” shit. Heck, I remember having to page someone while I was crying my eyes out. That would never be as hard as texting while you’re crying, because you have to dictate to the operator. I may have looked like a mess while I was dictating, but you have to admit that was the romantic part of it. Romance is dead now. Relationships today are based on text messages saying “Wat r u doing?” “Wr u?” “Gud am, have a nice day, gnyt” Ugh. Oh, and not to mention the decline in spelling skills. I hate that too.
Anyway, this is why you shouldn’t blame your grandparents for reminiscing how life was so simple and romantic back then. Technology really makes everything less romantic. Every decade gets a little less romantic than the previous one.
Yup, those were the good days.
You would get a page and you’d always be excited to see what it is, because you know it would be something good, and whoever paged it composed it herself.
You and your assumption sweetheart would make plans to go to town center a week before you actually have to go, and you’d both be home before dinner.
You’d have a PLDT Fonkard in your wallet, so you could use the pay phones to page.
When you agree on a time and place where you and your friends would meet, no one deviates from the original plans, because there’s no way to change the plans anymore.
When you wait for someone, you really wait. But it’s ok. You don’t get the urge to text or call her to ask where she is, because all you have is a one-way pager. So you quietly sip your bottomless iced tea in pancake house near Glico’s, and wait for her to come. Ah, but when she finally gets there, it’s complete bliss. You had no idea why she was late, where she was when you got there and how long it would be before she got there. So once you meet, you’d actually forget that you were waiting because you’re just so happy to see her.
Your southridge and assumption barkada would meet up in Toontown, and eating at McDonald’s would be something special.
It’s so nice to just think how simple life was back then, when you would take a picture and there wouldn’t be anybody looking over your shoulder saying “Patingin! Patingin! Ok ba? Ulit, ulit ang pangit ko!”. Nope, everyone would have to wait until the roll of film got developed. Out of 36 shots, there would be a few bad shots of you, maybe a few candid ones with your eyes shut, but that’s just the good side of it. You don’t throw the pictures, you keep them because they captured the moments. It doesn’t have to be a good take all the time. I sure miss it. No friendster, no multiply.com, no pesky text messages. Ugh, I hate text messaging the most. When people just text and text while they’re eating with you or something. Or when you receive forwarded messages that have nothing to do with you anyway. I miss the pager era, when you receive messages that was composed for you. Not only is it composed for you, it’s well thought of. None of the “Wru? M hir na.” shit. Heck, I remember having to page someone while I was crying my eyes out. That would never be as hard as texting while you’re crying, because you have to dictate to the operator. I may have looked like a mess while I was dictating, but you have to admit that was the romantic part of it. Romance is dead now. Relationships today are based on text messages saying “Wat r u doing?” “Wr u?” “Gud am, have a nice day, gnyt” Ugh. Oh, and not to mention the decline in spelling skills. I hate that too.
Anyway, this is why you shouldn’t blame your grandparents for reminiscing how life was so simple and romantic back then. Technology really makes everything less romantic. Every decade gets a little less romantic than the previous one.