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Julia:  I’ve always been a can’t-sit-still kind of person, but nowadays, I seem to be on a constant treadmill – and not one of my own making.

My days begin with breakfast in front of ‘breaking’ news brought via the latest technology into my dining room.  I glance at my phone messages – there’s always one that sends my blood pressure up!

Then I check my emails – only 30 . . . aaahhh!  How many can I answer before the phone starts ringing?  Facebook alerts pop onto the screen, too.  Suddenly, it’s mid-day.  Lunch with clients is fun – though I set a mini clock on the table so as not to be late for my next appointment.

In the office there are elaborate print-outs to go through.  In the past, these would have been outsourced, but with the superb computer features, we now do them in-house, which adds pressure to my staff as well as myself.

Dring!  My mobile; “We’ve not seen each other for a while, how about a drink tonight?” my daughter asks.  I scroll down the calendar on my computer screen.  I’m free tonight.  “I’d love to.”  I reply as I take a quick look at my in-box.  It’s full again.

Ping – a text on my phone – a staff member in the other room is asking for a meeting.  Is it really quicker to text me than to come and find me, I wonder as I walk down the corridor to seek him out.

“You look tired.  Do want this drink, or would you rather just go home?” asks my daughter.  “It’s lovely to have a quiet moment.” I answer as we both turn our phones to silent, “Let’s stay.  But, not too long, I have a few emails to send off later.”  “Don’t worry, so have I” my daughter answers.

I can’t imagine being without these technical devices.  I love that they keep me in touch with friends, give me directions from A to B at the press of a key, and provide the answer to almost any question I have, but – I think, they have failed dismally in their goal . . . to make our lives easier.

Hoi Yee:  I love my iPhone and the iPad.  I am amazed by the incredible intuitive technology that ‘adapts to me.’  Even a child knows how to use these gadgets navigating better than most adults.

I am thrilled with the convenience that modern technology brings to my life: street-level maps of a city, hot-off-the-presses edition of the Washington Post, and group organization of children’s field trips.  Everything is at my fingertips – no longer from a computer on the desk or a laptop that I have to start up.  It’s at the click of a button when I’m sitting on my couch or in my palm when walking along the streets.

But . . . I am about to give a warning to yet another staff member about the constant pinging of her smart phone.  She is 20 years old and has ambitions to make it to management in the company.  How?  By constantly crouching over her lap reading the minute-by-minute whereabouts of friends?  What about the colleagues who are physically present and with whom she is supposed to be working, as a team toward common goals?

Indonesia is holding the Twitter record for the most tweeted population.  Have you ever seen a Filipino writing a text message – their fingers blur before your eyes!

As I look around, I see hunched shoulders and nobody talking much with one another.  I hear a tweet once in a while, from an ‘Angry Bird’ that crashes into a tower or from another incoming message.