Twitter vs. Blogging

Not everyone understands that Twittering, tweeting or twitting or whatever is a type of blogging. It's called micro-blogging because you continue to say what you want to say but in micro-style.

Long, long, long, long, long time ago, I used to spend a lot of time thinking of things to say/write in my blog and most of them are well-thought-out stuff that crossed my mind. It was a hobby that I relished because it was fun and I didn't have to care about what people said....well, mainly because not a lot of people were online then. Hey, we're talking about 12 years ago, alright?

Anyway, today, everyone's online. I've got my nieces and my kids online too and I have to be more careful about what I say online. The only other person who is not online is my dad who pretends to be an online kind of person by checking emails and having a Facebook account that does not have a profile picture and an account he does not update.

Tweeting has actually hurt the way I blog because most of the time when I have something to say but don't have the time to actually sit here and blog about it, I go online and tweet it out. It's like, 'Yup, there. I've said it. No brainer tweeting is cool.'

But you know what? Blogging is good for a writer because you get to exercise your chops. So, will I abandon my blog for my twitter account? Nah, not yet. Not now. Come to think of it, probably never.

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