Paint a song for me.

Kay kay, darlings, I'm back.
Nah, exams are far from over but I guess a little post at 1AM won't hurt anyone.

So I've been running to this little piece of heaven on the internet called Twitter ever so often. And you must wonder, what's so great bout' Twitter?

Yeah, I must say, Twitter's kinda boring to like, stare at the whole day, specially if you're following 18 people and nobody updates THAT often. But you see, I like Twitter cos', nobody knows me there. I mean, 16 people following me and with three quarters of that not being active on Twitter, it kinda means that I can say whatever I want, as and when I want to, on Twitter.
No, I'm not saying things are gonna get explicit but I'm just saying that I can blatantly describe the crazy stuff I'm feeling due to hormones or just a lack of sugar without worrying that some adult or worse still, some family member might chance upon it and then decide to label me as the black sheep of the family. Though I kinda already am.

But that's not that point.

Point is, Twitter gives me my freedom of speech cos' of the size on my social circle there...or lack of. Whatever. I just get to say what I want and I'm happy.

I'm controversial, always have, always will be.


So I guess that's all for this little post. Oh and, those of you out there that are mad curious bout' what I tweet about on Twitter, don't be. I like my little piece of heaven on the internet just the way it is.