tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70653863346021406612023-11-15T07:05:12.858-08:00Caffiene And CommunicationsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065386334602140661.post-21180416722524096042010-02-23T13:54:00.001-08:002010-02-23T14:35:57.084-08:00I'm Tweeting<div>I've started a Twitter Account... I don't know how I feel about this statement. </div><div><br /></div><div>This was not by choice as such as I have enrolled in a module and one of the assignments involves Tweeting. </div><div><br /></div><div>I hate to follow <i>the </i>trend. I like to be unique. I feel I should be living life not proclaiming to the world exactly what I am doing, when I am doing it and any other snippets of my life I care to share. </div><div><br /></div><div>Embarrassingly [read: I will not be judged!] my FaceBook profile tells a different story, however. I started on FaceBook while travelling the world as a way of keeping in touch with family, friends and fellow frolickers. </div><div><br /></div><div>This started as a casual affair, occasionally bothering to log in; uploading photos, having a bit of banter and updating my friends on my trip of a lifetime. But this soon led into a love affair [read: mild obsession]. Before I knew it, I was joining groups, accepting friend requests from people in my past that I had no interest in communicating with and defending my choice to status report what my friends described as ‘TMI Gemma’. </div><div><br /></div><div>Like most addictions, the addict possibly doesn’t like the thing the become addicted to: see smoking/ taste of alcohol. As like most addicts I didn’t see it coming, I thought I could control it, I thought I could just stop. I was wrong. </div><div><br /></div><div>The turning point for me was on a night out in Thailand having met a friend of a friend and discussing that this person had a ‘recognisable face’. Oh yes... Busted for FaceBook stalking [read: I am not telling the full story]... </div><div><br /></div><div>I have controlled the addiction, it has now been downgraded from <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">level 5 </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">addiction</span></i> to<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"> level 2 </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">guilty pleasure</span></i>. But life can be cyclical and Twitter could become <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">level 6 </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Reason for MSc failure.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7065386334602140661.post-76616226081292103472010-02-23T03:17:00.000-08:002010-02-23T13:02:34.338-08:00Ramblings of a PR Studentblogger and the blagger; together at last.<br />A union made in cyber heaven at the hands of the PR Messiah Derek HodgeUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0