Tina's Closet
Random thoughts, diary, experiences, an outlet, channel, - just 1 blog that comprises all that is in my head.
Monday, March 5, 2012
SEND ME
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Running is something to be thankful for
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Respeto at pagmamahal sa sarili
The Resume of Jesus Christ
Monday, November 28, 2011
Special Possessions
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Common sense
"An intellectual is a man who doesn't know how to park a bike." - Spiro Agnew
Friday, November 25, 2011
My worst date ever
at was your worst date? I met a man in a coffee shop. He was there sitting with cup of coffee infront of him which I believe was his and another glass of what I assume is a cold coffee across him. My first question was, did he see someone before I came? Second, Did the Gloria Jean Coffee people forget to clean the table? Assuming that the second point happened before I came, I sat and observed him while he was asking me how I was and how was my day. I came dressed in a cute black dress, black shoes, black bag and with make-up on. Infront of me was a man at his late 20’s wearing a gray sleeveless, dark blue shorts and slippers. He was good looking though, so it was ok. So, we went ahead with conversation. He asked me what I was doing the past days. I told him I was doing something for the church to help raise fund at least. Then he started sharing ideas on how a church can actually come up with financial returns. Then he next ask me about future plans. I told him I do have plans but I do not see them happening soon. So he continued asking me about my income, assets and insurance. I slowly felt I was either with a right person in a wrong place or the right place with the wrong person. It felt like a job interview, financial consultation and lifestyle evaluation. Damn, that was quick. In just 20 minutes he looked like a salesman to me! He told me he is going to let me meet his friend for further progress in my life. I said I will contact him about it but I never did. I blocked him on everything where he could possibly contact me.
Sigh.