Bird Bonanza.

My last ever school written Essay; on twitter. Obviously right :) It's truly the truest piece of creative writing I've ever submitted. For the love of the hashtag <3

"Look, you did yoga!- You didn't negotiate a peace treaty. Stop walking around like that!. #Yesimtalkingtoyou."

Patronizing, slightly cynical and overtly sarcastic- not typical attributes of my somewhat conservative persona, yet the above typically describe the impression I create on a daily basis to my followers. Followers in a social networking sense of course. The above tweet, amongst many others, is indicative of an inner demon I have nurtured and silenced until I signed up for Twitter almost a year ago.

The Internet has changed my life. Forgive the cliche but it truly has! What began as the Facebook phenomenon transpired quickly into an addiction to the 'little bird' notifier at the top of my phone screen. But what is it about Twitter that appeals to me so much? I am often left baffled at the realization of my 8000 tweet accumulation in just over twelve months. Surely one can't have that much to say through such a medium of networking. I must be an exception

Just 140 characters to express the precise thoughts wading through my mind at that precise moment. Tweeting has become my natural, instinctive reaction to any incident. I pounce at any opportunity emphasize elements of the human condition through this quirky medium. From my condescending remarks about the despised 'hipster' and my criticism of the calorie count in a Woolworth's chocolate mousse, it seems I can fluidly express myself with just a push of a button. I also shamelessly confess to my public doting upon teen sensation Justin Bieber , to whom I relay my love to numerous times a day.

A notorious tweeter. Such a description pretty much sums up what I have become. It's difficult to say my Internet personality is mutually exclusive to my 'real-life' portrayal, for ultimately every word expressed comes from my own self. What I do realize is who I depict as Razeena online is not necessarily as rational as the person I am perceived to be in reality. The platform to 'voice the unspoken' that Twitter provides, initiates the side of myself I wouldn't show under usual circumstances.

Concerning as it may seem, I experience a bizarre sense of liberation through my compulsive tweeting. A form of escapism. Even therapeutic to some extent. Twitter allows for a thoroughly creative outlet of expression, where exasperated tweets about the History test I have not studied for are appreciated for the witty manner in which I complain! There is a sense of comfort too, that comes from the simple fact that people out there, with whom I bear no distinct connection to, relate to my frantic declarations. For a nomadic creature such as myself, who has never had the chance to settle, my twitter profile is like a home base. An established, reputed but delusive place of familiarity accessible to me at any time, from any where.

I won't deny the addiction is has become. Just recently I had come to decide upon making a concerted effort to rehabilitate myself from this infectious situation, only to relapse after just 49 hours 'detwittered'. A consuming habit with the healthy consequence of allowing my complaisant alter ego it's chance to shine in the twitter world. But is it a passing phase or a life long commitment? I await the answer to that myself. i do however, acknowledge the instrumental role it has had in bringing out aspects of my self that has been rather entertaining to encounter. Till then I'd rather I adopt a slightly different, more tentative tweeting approach- for the good of mankind of course.

Sensational story- My 17 years of Life

Cape town. Current place of residence. Oh boy do I la la love it here:) The gale force wind. The tabletopped mountain. The stunning beaches. The warmth of the locals. The iridescent culture. It's all so overwhelmingly satiating, especially for a ex nomad like me. I've attended 10 schooling institutions and have had to continually adapt to the people and settle in as aptly as possible. It's been one heck of a journey. Born in Britain yet accustomed to South African ideals from a young age. Lekker, tho incorrectly pronounced, has been a part of my vocab for as long as my memory exists :'D It's my mothers patriotic persona that stayed unswayed during her time in Britain. Her views of England as a mundane thorn of dear quaint Europe were a great influence whilst growing up. My father however existed as the contrast, with his practical ideals, he kept me grounded and somewhat faithful to my country of birth. The up and down motions of my family makes it difficult for me to truly identify myself as purely British or purely South African. Possessing citizenship of both makes me legally intermediate too. Forgive the cliche but I honestly am a individual whose heart resides with two. I owe much to the life enriching people, places and experiences I've encountered as a result of living in both countries. In the near future, with my eyes set on a degree at UCT it seems Cape Town is definitely the semi-permanent placement. After that who knows where fate will lead me:)

Justice to Jelena.

Okay so I'm a bit of a fan girl when it comes to Selena Gomez, the Biebs and their union best known as Jelena. Naturally the past few days have been a strenuous period for me, what with their rumored break up and all. Yes my faith in humanity and life and love is at an all time low. Judge me all you want, but there is an inherent beauty that comes to the surface of their faces when they are together. I can't explain it. It's so lovely. The way they looked at each other made my heart lighter and yeah I'm basically shattered by these flying frenzies. Times like this makes me pity them for their fame. They can't even have a relationship hiccup without a torrent of media reaction. Must suck sometimes. Anyhow, my heart goes out to the pair, and my belief stays grounded that they might just pull through <3 *tearyysmile

Kiss and tell :)

The blogging begins. Ah as per usual I have managed to find a vunderrrrful new obsession at the most inopportune of times. Right bang slap in the middle of my Final school examinations. But fear not, I intend to be ridiculously mature about this newfound phase and not devote all my time toward a Internet logging service. Well I atleast I hope not to :'D The highlight of my otherwise mediocre day was my Denim shirt purchase from the Old faithful Mr Price. A classic look, the light faded crinkle washed out denim piece. The hunt for a crisp white shirt continues however, as I am yet to stumble across anything worthy as yet. For now I'll
settle for my happy buy and spend some time googling the best ways to rock it, whilst checking out lush men working the denims too. Besssstt!