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A Small Giant Resolution?

Press conference: A mock session (Pictire by Penstar)
Welcome to my first post of the year! A very Happy New year to all my readers. I am so sorry I could not wish you in time, but anyways please accept it now. Happy belated New Year! Well, just like other years in the past, I decided not to have any resolutions this year. But I long wished I could stop chewing money. And I really wanted it to be my new year resolution. Too late. I am here in Thimphu and weather is so perfect for doma chewing that I can never throw away my habit so easily. Maybe once I go back, I would try.  

I have attended a two-day training on Media relations and I must tell you there are so many things that I didn't how media in general function. We were also introduced to the world of writing press releases, handling media querries, arranging for press conferences, writing rebuttals to the news articles, etc. Quite an exhaustuive list. 

But more than anything, this training taught me how bad a communicater I am. Given the chance, I would make a horrible public speaker. We were to hold mock press conferences in group on chosen topics. While one group took the stage, others acted as audience. And that was not all - we were being taped by a professional cameramen from BBS. To our embarassment, later the resource person pointed out all our weaknesses, but thank god he also identified the key areas of improvement. It was funny looking at ourselves on the big screen and others laughing at our weaknesses. 

I need to learn public speaking imeediately. Now is it too late to turn it into a resolution for 2012? I hope not!

Happy New Year and wish you all the best!  

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  1. It's never too late for you to kick start now...we're into 5th day of 2012 only -the first week i guess is most appropriate time. All the best!

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  2. The farther you go, however, the harder it is to return. The world has many edges, and it's easy to fall off. Cheap Flights To Tokyo

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