The purpose of our life is to be happy.. don't strive to make your presence noticed just make your absence felt..
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I'm here to meet guys and girls 35 to 80 years old for dating, friendship, serious relationship, networking and more.
About me
Life is a good book. the further you get into it, the more it begins to make sense.. I refuse to define myself but I will give you chance to ask.
My Story: Behind the Smile
Hello everyone,
I’m sharing my story not just to unburden myself, but also to raise awareness. Our daily lives — the routines we take for granted — are so important. Behind every smile and job title, there may be a struggle we don’t see.
I’m a travel agent supervisor in the Philippines, working for a company that operates internationally. From the outside, it may look like I’m doing well, but the truth is very different.
Before my surgery, I needed medication and had to stop working. As the second of my siblings, I took on more responsibilities. I was earning about ₱80,000 a month and even asked my boss to let me work 12 hours a day without a single day off.
I thought working harder would solve everything. But when you’re alone and paying all the bills — water, internet, food — plus the growing interest on borrowed money, even ₱80,000 is not enough.
What started as a ₱300,000 debt has now grown to ₱3 million. Even if I keep working here, I honestly don’t know when this will end. The bank has rejected my loan applications. Some days, the weight of it all makes me wonder if it’s easier to just give up than to wake up every day with this worry.
Recently, our company downsized and laid off many employees. I’m “lucky” to still have my job, but my salary has been cut to $600 USD a month.
I’m reaching out because I’m trying my best to survive. I can offer my services to anyone with travel plans who needs help finding flights. In return, if you can extend any help — no matter how small — it would mean the world to me.
What hurts me the most is my mother. She is aging, and she’s the only reason I keep fighting. But I feel like a failure because I can’t even feed her properly every day. I’m ashamed, but I’m still here, trying to fight.
I’m sharing my story not only for myself but to remind everyone: people you see every day may be carrying silent battles you know nothing about. Please be kind, and please don’t take for granted the small things that feel stable. For some of us, they’re slipping away.
Thank you for reading. If you can help in any way — even by sharing this post — you’re already making a difference.
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If you're not working on being mine then you shouln't be worried who consuming mytime.
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5'3" (160cm) and slim.
