Rampa Mode

Group message. "Career." Rampa. Mode. Textivity. Now playing. Tag. Rules and regulations. Quit.
There are thousands of clans in the Philippines and I am ashamed to claim that I was in many of them when I was younger. Now that I am older and bolder, I came to thinking: Why are there clans?
Of course, I have to regain my memories regarding this issue so I have to join one, which I don't want to mention because the creativity in naming clans is too unflattering. And as a creature pretending to be a human to be able to gain data about terrestrial activities, I have made these observations when it comes to clan peeps:
1. They do not have real life. They live in the virtual world where they are the celebrities bu only hitting a few buttons on their mobile phones. They force you to send many group messages (even if your message is not really that important such as "rampa ko lang si Kiyeme at Chorva," or "I ate burritos for lunch.) They can terminate you if you don't meet the daily quota of GMs (group messages,) simply because they can simply because they have nothing else to do in real life while you are out there making the best out of it. Pity.
2. They terminate you when you are only there for textmates. Come on. What else are we joining clans for? We did not really join there to receive meaningless GMs or to join textivities that only induce libido of fellow members while silently screaming "I want sex now!"
3. Worthless people. Okay, it is too mean for me to say "worthless" but really, there are MILLIONS of members in clans who do not really have a good meaning for their lives. They are there to pass the time, send GMs a lot, and escape from reality. I remember one time when my best friend Judy countered this girl, named Fert (close to Fart,) who kept arguing with her. Fart seemed so brave and, well, pretty because she was a celebrity in the clan. But when we met her, she was like a dust that kept stalking us. I even whispered to Judy, "Was that really the girl who was arguing with you?" Haha! People are really more courages when it comes to text messaging.
4. Jejemons. WAAAAAAAH! I keep receiving those jejetexts that I almost threw my phone away. I wanted to tell them to go away, but I had to do it in a nicer way, "I have already quit. Please erase my number." Damn, they won't stop! Obviously, they got lesser brain cells to process even the most comprehensible terms. Arggggg!
5. Sex on phone. Grrrr! Are their lives really that miserable that they are content with booty calls (or in this case, we call it booty phone call)? I hate it when I receive messages like "Vito Cruz anyone?" "SOP?" "I'm horny." Please! I am, too! But, not with you, you....!!!!

But as part of my positivity campaign that I have started just a few sunny mornings ago, I will look at this in a sunny and fresh perspective: On a lighter note, I am so glad that I am able to share this information to the Unknowns. They will be so glad that I was able to take note of such sub-sub-subculture! Not much are there people who can provide such details and post it in their blogs (because they are not stupid enough like me to join clans.) Until then, we shall inherit the earth... soon!