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A soap opera in your phone?! Why didn't the Pinoy think of this first???
Because they were too busy watching some dubbed soap opera on television.

Well, Holland beat us to it. Shame on us, considering we're supposed to be the texting capital of the world.

Below is the report from picturephoning.com.

Holland, the country who brought to television the first "Big Brother" reality show in 1999, is now innovating with the first picture soap opera, Jong-Zuid. The technology is not exactly MMS, but WAP-push, a function of most color-screen phones. It's sort of a "photo romantic" (at least that what they used to be called in the Netherlands, "roman photos" in French), a story involving love and romance told through pictures and read by adolescent girls.

What's interesting is that Jong-Zuid actually has famous Dutch TV-soap actors starring in it.

Viewers can either follow the episodes on the website or sign up for updates on their cell phone where they receive several times a day, pictures and a short text underneath describing a situation. See the demo online - in Dutch, but you'll get the message!

Can you imagine the possibilities?

Soon, we can have shows like: HANGGANG SA SUSUNOD NA TEXT MO or MMS KO, MAHAL KO!
How about MAALAALA MO KAYA ANG CEL NUMBER KO?

So, who's going to be able to put together together first?

ABS-CBN?

GMA?

Globe? Smart? or Sun?

Or maybe they should all fix their GPRS-capabilties first and give away from MMS-capable handset before going into something like this?

btw, thanks to the pack at Elephants & Inklings for that link to Jong-Zuid.

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