Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Creative of Marketing

I saw this once when I was reading a book.
After few months, I saw it posted up by Jillian (:
Nothing special but those who are in this field
they should know and I found it interesting.

The buzz Word in today's business world is MARKETING. However, people often ask for a simple explanation of "Marketing." Well, here it is:

You're a woman and you see a handsome guy at a party. You go up to him and say, "I'm fantastic in bed."
That's Direct Marketing.

You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a handsome guy. One of your friends goes up to him and, pointing at you, says, "She's fantastic in bed."
That's Advertising.

You see a handsome guy at a party. You go up to him and get his telephone number. The next day you call and say, "Hi, I'm fantastic in bed."
That's Telemarketing.

You see a guy at a party; you straighten your dress. You walk up to him and pour him a drink. You say, "May I?" and reach up to straighten his tie, brushing your breast lightly against his arm, and then say, "By the way, I'm fantastic in bed."
That's Public Relations.

You're at a party and see a handsome guy. He walks up to you and says, "I hear you're fantastic in bed."
That's Brand Recognition.

You're at a party and see a handsome guy. He fancies you, but you talk him into going home with your friend.
That's a Sales Rep.

Your friend can't satisfy him so he calls you.
That's Tech Support.

You're on your way to a party when you realize that there could be handsome men in all these houses you're passing, so you climb onto the roof of one situated towards the centre and shout at the top of your lungs, "I'm fantastic in bed!"
That's Junk Mail.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Another Day 31

There are no flowers, outside my mind.
There'll be no friends gracing the lines.
just fold my hands tightly, I do.
I'd show a smile, but I'm too sarcastic,
I'd share with you could I only speak,
You aren't allowed to access, Cause
I'm in line and you're out of the line.
But only if you cross that line and
come into my line, I'm going to tight
you up so freaking so high.
Once a again, do not cross that line
before I change my mind, you wouldn't
want to mess with this chinese guy.


I recall when I was told of bedtime story
of crushed velvet, candle wax, and dried up
chilis. The figure on the bed all dressed up
in violets, calling beckoning to sleep,
offering a dream. Words were as mystical as
purring animals. As I fall asleep, I fell
into yesterday. My dreams seemed not far away.
I fell into fantasy, I could touch her lips.
Everyone was dancing, no one could see us.
Nothing could hurt us then. I would rather
stay here the rest of life if only I could
escape from the reality.