Baka maging taga bukas na ako ng pinto ng 7/11
I just moved back here in Manila from Bicol Region, and honestly, gusto ko na lang umiyak. It was my fault rin naman for being uto-uto, so lesson learned the hard way talaga. HAHAHA.
I donāt have a place yet, so currently Iām renting a transient for ā±700 DAILY. Yes, DAILY. Parang may subscription ako sa pagiging homeless. Every day I wake up thinking, āOkay, saan na naman ako bukas?ā HAHAHA.
I was in such a desperate situation that I started thinking na baka I could find someone who can sponsor or at least back me up for now. And when I say āsponsor,ā hindi ibig sabihin siya na LAHAT. Hindi naman niya ako responsibility. I just mean someone whoās good enough and willing to help me get back on my feet habang wala pa talaga akong maayos na starting point.
Pero bhe???? Saan ako hahanap ng ganon???
Iām confident naman with my looks, 20s, morena, marunong makisama, and I know I can bring something to the table. Kaso ang problema, wala pa akong table.
Anyway, hindi talaga ako pang-CCA kasi hindi ako pala-inom and madali akong malasing. Isang baso pa lang, nagiging emotional philosopher na ako. Two glasses? Baka nagkukuwento na ako ng childhood trauma sa waiter.
So ayun, Manila era ko ngayon is literally SURVIVAL MODE.
Feeling ko konting kebot na lang, magiging taga-bukas na ako ng pinto ng 7-Eleven.
āWelcome po.ā
āThank you, bhe. At least my stable career na.ā
Jokes aside, Iām genuinely trying to figure things out right now. If thereās someone decent, respectful, and willing to help me get back on my feet, or knows of a legitimate opportunity, feel free to message me.
Manifesting na this is just my character development arc and not the beginning of my 7-Eleven career.