So like a Ho

Everytime someone asks me what I do for a living I find it hard to make them understand what Public Relations is. Trust me, I get funny responses sometimes like:

Person: So what do you do for a living?

M: I'm in the PR industry.

P: Oh, so you're a permanent resident (of Singapore).

M: *facepalm*

Another one would be:

P: You're in PR, like Advertising!

M: *shouting in my head* For crying out loud PR is not and it's never Advertising. Understand???

I guess this will explain what I do better.

I'm actually like a prostitute... 

So what's it really like working in the PR industry? (Shared by my colleague, who's also like a prostitute)

• Our ‘customers’ are called clients... like prostitutes
• We work in weird shifts... like prostitutes
• They pay you to make the client happy... like a prostitute
• The client pays a lot of money, but your employer keeps almost every penny... like a prostitute
• You are rewarded for fulfilling the client's dreams... like a prostitute
• Your friends fall apart and you end up hanging out with people in the same industry as you... like a prostitute
• When you meet the client you always have to be perfectly groomed... like a prostitute
• But when you go back home it seems like you are coming back from hell... like a prostitute
• The client always wants to pay less but expects incredible things from you... like a prostitute
• When people ask you about your job, you have difficulties to explain it... like a prostitute
• Everyday when you wake up, you say: I'M NOT GOING TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE DOING THIS"..... OH just like a prostitute

The only difference is the prostitutes can take Christmas and New Year's Eve off and they actually DO make a lot of money!!!

Yes, that's me... just like a prostitute

Finding someone to roll with

There are those nights when I feel alone, like I-pity-myself-for-being-alone just like last Friday. 

As usual, I was the last one in the office (I finished all my timesheets). Oh, and I don't have a date. I don't even bother going home early because there's no one there waiting for me. I do sound pathetic now.

One thing I'm grateful for is the Internet. It keeps me entertained and connected with my friends back home. That particular Friday night took a U-turn and swerved away from boredom.

Here's why...

A random conversation with Evan, my love. Thanks for making my usually boring Friday night fun even from miles away.

P.S. Conversation translated to English (but I swear it would be funnier in Filipino).

E: Still in the office?

M: No. Just finished doing the laundry. I miss home just because I usually don't do chores.

E: Price of independence.

M: Yes. Tomorrow I have to iron my clothes, clean the room (and the ranting goes on). At least I can get married already given my household skills.

E: *laughs*

M: I just don't like washing the dishes. And I don't know how to cook so you'll die of hunger if we ever get married *laughs*

E: I know how to cook *LOL* It's quite fun to experiment in the kitchen. I just don't like to wash the dishes *LOL*

M: OK ;-)

E: But it's tolerable (washing dishes) *LOL*

M: So how are we going to eat? Do we just use paper plates? *laughs*

E: Banana leaves *LOL* or we could get a dishwasher *LOL*

M: Can! *laughs*

The conversation went on until after past midnight but I don't want to divulge the details of that part of the chat because I could get killed. *wink*

Well, except for one important reminder: Don't look for someone who will fill you or make you whole. Instead, find someone who will roll with you. 

"Can you be my rolling buddy? Let's rock and roll!"

I intend to find my Big O, that is if I can't convince you to roll with me, E! It was a fun Fridate night over Facebook chat with you. I miss you lots!

I'm static and it's not fantastic

What's wrong with me? Well, nothing really but sometimes I create static electricity randomly.

Exhibit A: Skin-to-skin contact

Easy, dirty-minded individuals! My friends tell me that they feel electrocuted whenever our skin fleetingly touch. I feel it too. Sometimes I see sparks coming from me, those white lightning-like sparks.

Exhibit B: Skin-to-metal contact

When I was younger, I almost died of electrocution because I keyed in the house keys in the electric socket. Talk about dumb moment. Spare me, I was a kid who loves to explore and experiment. My theory is, that's how I got this 'electrifying characteristic' of mine. 

Anyway, this often happens when I touch doorknobs and metal hand rails. For a time, I got scared and I had to use a cloth just so I could hold the knobs in order for me to open doors.

Exhibit C: Skin-to-fabric contact

This I hate the most although I think it's cool sometimes. Aside from the sparks I create, there's this crackling sound (like the one an aluminum foil makes). I hear it and I see it. Everytime I move under my blanket and when my exposed skin (hands, arms and legs, silly) touch the fabric I hear crackles. When the lights are off, you can also see white, bright and shiny sparks.

Another situation would be, polyester fabrics cling to me. Even sheer cloth too. My dilemma everytime is my dress hikes up when it clings. You can see my unwanted fats.


Bigger problem, how will I find out who Mr. Right is? When I have 'connection (via static electricity)' with every other person...


Oh well!