THE LABOUR DAY WITH WORK AND 5% NORMAL BUS SOULS.
pr is not as simple as it can be. no no. its more than remembering names and the conversation you last had with the person. its putting yourself into every stranger you meet. you care, you understand the stranger you are talking with. you make friends with all, putting your interest aside.
the life of a pr person, its almost sad like the sun dried prune. i worked today. its labour day and the sun is shinning. the desire of me going into the sun is in my blood. looking through my schedule, i barely have time for my family. lucky i had a facial tanning session earlier. i had a tiring day. meeting utt and taya for a fitting; putting the press kits aside. the team is amazing. things always fall into place in the last minute.
it was quite a day. tired but fulfilling. i just want to go to home. the bus ride home - i hate it. 40% of the passengers were thai. 20% foreign workers, 10% maids, 10% mainland chinese, 15% of weird singaporeans. the other 5% were the normal people; me and the bus driver. ive used up my quota for pr talking, all i want is to go home for a simple dinner. i dont even wish to talk to my parents besides asking them for favors.
i have to rest. restore my energy and face the 150 press guest with a morning smile. i know i can handle. but just how much energy needs to be channeled to.
i dont usually write all this shit here.. all these emo crap are meant for friends at the coffee table. but since the luxury of sitting down talking about these is highly impossible for now,... yucks.
love 9eo.
pr is not as simple as it can be. no no. its more than remembering names and the conversation you last had with the person. its putting yourself into every stranger you meet. you care, you understand the stranger you are talking with. you make friends with all, putting your interest aside.
the life of a pr person, its almost sad like the sun dried prune. i worked today. its labour day and the sun is shinning. the desire of me going into the sun is in my blood. looking through my schedule, i barely have time for my family. lucky i had a facial tanning session earlier. i had a tiring day. meeting utt and taya for a fitting; putting the press kits aside. the team is amazing. things always fall into place in the last minute.
it was quite a day. tired but fulfilling. i just want to go to home. the bus ride home - i hate it. 40% of the passengers were thai. 20% foreign workers, 10% maids, 10% mainland chinese, 15% of weird singaporeans. the other 5% were the normal people; me and the bus driver. ive used up my quota for pr talking, all i want is to go home for a simple dinner. i dont even wish to talk to my parents besides asking them for favors.
i have to rest. restore my energy and face the 150 press guest with a morning smile. i know i can handle. but just how much energy needs to be channeled to.
i dont usually write all this shit here.. all these emo crap are meant for friends at the coffee table. but since the luxury of sitting down talking about these is highly impossible for now,... yucks.
love 9eo.
.......... r ...
3 comments:
Gambatte!
wat does ......r.... means?
always at the end of yr entry!
its just my way of ending each post. cheerious.
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