CASE #01 | Certified Tita, Est. 2004

Nag-reboot. Nag-update. Nagparamdam.


Version 2.0 na ang Tita n'yo!


I have been in the blogging circuit since circa 2004. Yes, I am a certified Tita. I discovered blogging noong hindi pa uso ang blogspot. Noong panahong kailangan may alam ka sa HTML scripting at coding bago makapagpost ng isang matinong blog entry.

Pre-millennial times

Sabi nila, those who were born from 1980 onwards are considered as "The Millennials." Pero sa totoo lang, most of the titos and titas na ka-batch ko tend to disagree. We would like to consider ourselves as pre-millennials. Kami iyong generation na naglalaro ng sipa, piko, patintero, taguan, agawang base, at langit-lupa sa gitna ng madilim na kalsada dahil uso pa ang black out noong 90's.


Kami iyong generation na tumatakbo pauwi ng bahay kapag 4:30pm na dahil Ang TV na. Pero inabutan din naman namin ang That's Entertainment kaya marami rin kaming kilala sa Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, at Friday group.

Kami iyong generation na ang paboritong panoorin tuwing Saturday ay Gimik at TGIS. Nakisilip sa panty ni Annie sa Shaider. Naiyak nung namatay si Casey na Yellow 4 sa Bioman. Nagkacrush kay Michael Joe ng Maskman, at hanggang ngayon ay hinahanap sa Youtube kung anong ending ng Voltes V.

Kami ang generation na mahilig sa taho, binatog, scramble, sorbetes (dirty ice cream), Fanta, Bazooka bubble gum, Texas bubble gum, Chikadeez, Humpy Dumpy, Kornets, Pompoms, Lala, Stay Fresh, at Cherry Balls.

Kami ang generation na ang pakihulugan sa salitang "Tex" o "Teks" ay maliliit na playing cards at hindi iyong SMS messaging sa cellphone. Wala kaming cellphone noon. Easycall lang at Pocketbell na madalas ay pinaprank call pa namin ang operator.

Mahilig din kami sa music pero wala kaming Spotify or playlist sa iTunes. Tumatawag kami sa radio station para magrequest ng kanta. Tapos nirerecord namin sa blank tape kapag pinatugtog ng DJ para mabuo ang aming "playlist." Kapalit iyan ng pagkanta namin ng jingle ng radio station kung saan kami tumawag.


Hindi uso ang shoutout sa amin. Pabati lang sa DJ ng radio station. Hindi squad ang meron kami kundi Tropa. Tropang Gutom, Tropang Astig, Tropang Bano, Tropang Supot, Tropang Solid, Tropang Trumpo. Minsan nga pinagsasama-sama pa namin ang pangalan ng lahat ng member ng tropa para makabuo ng cool na pangalan.


Kami iyong generation na patay-patay kay Patrick Garcia sa Batang PX, kay Piolo, Jericho, Diether, Bernard, at Carlos sa The Hunks, kay Bobby Andrews, Red Sternberg, One Mig Bondoc, at Michael Flores sa TGIS. Kami iyong minsang nag-away sa chismis na bading or babae raw si Nick Carter ng Backstreet Boys at bakla naman or transgender si Victoria ng Spice Girls.

We belong to the generation who would do everything to beat that high score in a game of Snakes sa Nokia 5110. Na tuwang-tuwa nang magkaroon kami ng 3210 na kulay blue at mukha ni Anne Curtis ang nasa kahon.

We are the generations who welcomed the internet with open arms. Chatted in the blue screens of mIRC, created groups in Yahoo, invented the word "eyeball" and sent out testimonials to our Friendster friends. Yes. Testimonials. Good words you share about your friends and acquaintances to tell them how you appreciate them. Meaningful and positive words with a goal to let your friend or family know how much they made a difference in their lives.

But as it turned out, good words do not sell like hotcakes. Friendster eventually closed down because Facebook paved the way to reach a wider network of people. It allowed us to cross over the six degrees of separation and let our thoughts be known to random people. Thoughts that have eventually been full of hatred and negativity. All because we have the power of anonymity to do so.


Gone were the days when we respected each other's opinion whether we agreed to it or not. Gone were the days that we only share what we felt should be shared to the world around us and kept our personal and private lives intact. Gone were the days when we made friends by actually meeting up with people and hanging out with them. The word "hang out" became even more obsolete when it was used to name a messaging app. The word "chat" totally evolved into a more virtual one.


Nakaka-miss di ba?



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