In every Twitter profile page, there’s an opportunity for one to state where they originate.

(Tupac, anyone?)

Models, celebrities, self-proclaimed professional photographers with their obscure-coloured Holga’s, “I’m K for Kardashian,” and perhaps even B Obama himself would lodge the A Walk to Remember reference with being two places at once. e.g. LA/NY.
Some hanker for a bit of attention: where there’s wifi (puhlease). And then you’ve got your fangirls and were we really like that back whence tween? Location: Harry Styles’ heart.

Cue my shudder and I prefer the strong jaw. Now that is where it’s at.

My misconstrued idea about social media stems from trailing my favourite celebrities and their endless promotional posts about cats, favourite new songs and aggressive conversations with fellow celebrities/close friends with no prior context whatsoever. And when we do think up of a witty reply that will sure get them to notice you, they’ve gone to bed because boo you, timezones.

But alas, such entertainment. One may only follow certain people just cause. But the trolling happens with an idea and a click of that magnifying glass once every five minutes.

Be-ware.