Kwentong CLANto

Since the advent of friendship and camaraderie, various types of people have already grouped themselves according to preference, interests, likeness, and anything under the sun. The Illuminati, Priori of Sion, Order of the Phoenix, Death Eaters, Yakuza, Abu Sayyaff are just some of the many groups that I knew. Hence, they are considered clans.

Here in the Philippines – the Texting Capital of the World – clans are very rampant among youths here and there. All boys, all girls, mixed, or even boys who pretend girls and girls pretending boys are part of this phenom – and it’s available on all ages, just as long as you know how to text and you’ll send GMs [Group Messages] to the group everyday.

Okay, I’m not a fan. The hell I care with people who are among them; who maximizes their unlitexts to the fullest and is devoured by intense happiness after receiving 70+ text messages in a span of 20 minutes [this is only my own estimation, it could be worse.].

Just this yesterday, as I was inside a jeepney on my way to Alabang to ride a bus going to my work in Makati, a girl caught my ears. She was in the middle of a conversation through her cellphone; she seemed to enjoy the talk when suddenly I heard her say: "Sinong nag-recruit nga sa’yo?" Then it followed: "Ano ngang NASAL mo?" [that’s NASL for our generation: Name, Age, Sex, Location]; "Nagpunta ka ba sa GEB last Saturday?" [GEB apparently stands for Grand Eye Ball]; "Kelan tayo magkikita?"

Based on the eavesdropping I did, she’s only 21 [same age as mine] and has a very bubbly personality. Then again, I was irritated because I really despise people who tend to meet other people in such pathetic ways. After hearing lots, curiosity struck me and so I looked at the girl who’s actually behind me.

BANG.
I don’t want to comment anymore.
Yes.

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