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A Freelance Writer’s Journey: Part Trois

Picking up where I left off. . .

January of 2008 found me in a turmoil. My boss went on an extended holiday, and there was no work to be had for a month. I was almost completely destitute and had zero options in sight. That was when I learned not to put all my eggs in one basket. I started desperately looking for other freelance work and thankfully, I was hired to write for the now-defunct online magazine, Poise Daily.

Writing for Poise was a lot of fun (and the rate wasn't shabby, either). While my regular job had me writing endless articles on mortgages and video surveillance and cigarette cases, I got to write about Macbooks and fashion and my travels for Poise, to name just a few. By the time my boss came back from her holiday, I continued writing for Poise on the side until the woman who owned it decided to pursue other things. By then, I had also learned how to get other legitimate freelance work, so I always had a steady stream of side jobs to keep my mind at ease.

I enjoyed an income that kept soaring for the next few months. And then, the recession hit. Several of my boss' clients pulled out, so I (along with the rest of my team) was forced to take a pay cut. Even my side jobs suffered. I ended up having to take more and more assignments for less than my usual rates. I started working 16-hour days just to keep my income consistent. Unfortunately, so were my stress levels!

It got so bad that I decided to let go of the worst-paying side jobs and take a day job that paid well. So for the third time since I moved to Bangkok a year before, I was employed by a Thai company. The job was to teach rich and/or smart Thai kids how to write their admissions essays to Ivy League universities. I quite enjoyed it while it lasted. Once again, I was earning a healthy income and I felt secure once again. The downside was the horrible commute from Nonthaburi to Silom (and back) that I had to suffer every day. Eventually, I had to give it up, too, because it was just too exhausting.

By then, things have started to pick up somewhat online. A very pregnant Chin (who was getting ready to leave her day job by then) and I then decided to pool our client base together and start our own writing company; thus, Women Who Write was born. We kept at the business through my move back to the Philippines (with Steve in tow) and all the way through the first quarter of 2009 when the declining rates of online writing jobs forced us to finally throw in the towel.

February found me with another day job, this time back in my home country. I was writing a book on government grants (ick!) for an insufferable Russian and his equally insufferable Filipina girlfriend, the Evil Couple who ran several companies under one roof (a call center, a lending firm, and an online ESL school) and spent half the time screaming at all and sundry. It was a nightmare, and thoughts of being stuck there for the rest of my life had me crying in my cubicle almost every day. That job was, without a doubt, the lowest of all of my life's numerous low points.

But you know what they say: when you're down, you can't go anywhere else but up. In April, the same month that I got married, a regular client offered me a full-time job complete with a substantial monthly salary. Several of my pre-recession clients started crawling out of the woodwork with projects anew. And to top it all off, a project was awarded to me out of nowhere in one of the freelance sites I use to bid on projects periodically.

It was the project to end all projects; it was high-paying AND long-term - every freelancer's dream. I didn't even remember bidding on it! It turned out I bid on it months and months ago, and because the client didn't make any decisions, I promptly forgot about it. And suddenly, there it was, all mine for the taking! Without even thinking twice, I quit my shitty day job (not an easy feat, as the Evil Couple refused to let me go) and went back to being a full-time freelancer.

As the months progressed and the project grew, I was no longer just writing. Now, nearly six months later, I'm running full-scale search engine optimization (SEO) campaigns for my client's numerous clients. My job is to get these clients on the first page of Google for the keywords they're targeting. The whole concept was really nothing new to me as this has been the focus of my online writing career, but now that I'm also handling the more technical aspects of SEO, I'm finding the whole thing both refreshing and quite challenging. No, I did not need to get an online degree or anything like that. All I needed was a very patient and supportive client who had a barrage of instructional PDFs for me to study daily, and I was good to go.

Though I like to think that I've got the whole thing down pat two months after we launched in August, I still don't. I'm continuously learning and keeping myself updated on the best and newest SEO strategies. I know, it's about as exciting as acne treatment, but it is extremely lucrative. It has since allowed The Husband to quit his shitty teaching job and escape from the clutches of the Evil Couple. He's now in-charge of the video marketing part of the job (yes, we do that, too), and he's slowly easing in to the life of a home-based outsourcer.

Of course, with this full-time job, plus a couple of other (also full-time) writing work on the side, I do find myself spread quite thin, even working literally side-by-side with The Husband. I do, however, now have a team of fantastic women writers who write extremely well, plus a plethora of software that automate the bulk of my tasks. I'm working harder and longer than I ever did in my entire life, yes, but you know what? I actually love it! And no, it's not just about the cool four-figure monthly income (in dollars), a huge deal where I am. It's the freedom of knowing that I'm working because I want to work, not because I have to.

It's been a long and arduous journey towards the job of my dreams, and now that I'm here, I can honestly say that it's been worth every effort, every disappointment that came my way. I hope my (not-so) little tale will serve to inspire anybody who's trying to find him or herself and that dream job that truly is a dream-come-true. It can be done. Never let anybody tell you otherwise. I've done it, Chin has done it - and we're only two of millions who have done it the world over.

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A Freelance Writer’s Journey: Part Deux

Picking up where I left off...

I came back from Boracay a tad browner and somehow sadder than before I left. I got a glimpse of how the other half lived. I met people untethered by corporate jobs and familial responsibilities who spent their days bumming around the island and traveling elsewhere whenever they felt like it. Of course, these people probably had trust funds and stipends from God-knows-where that made such a life possible for them.

That did not stop me from coveting that kind of lifestyle, however. I started considering my options. I had this crazy idea of giving up my day job, moving to Boracay, and living off the P8,000-a-month I was earning from writing. Pretty farfetched, I know. After all, who lives on P8,000 a month in a very expensive island like Boracay? Still, I hoped and dreamed and hoped some more.

Then things started happening all at once. First, Chin got wind of the depressing rate I was getting. It was she who told me I was being taken advantage of. I was meant to get paid at least 3 times that rate for the same amount of work for starters, even more as I gained the experience. She then introduced me to the lovely woman she was writing for and who was more than willing to pay me the going rate.

While this new deal was definitely a huge help, it still didn't address my feeling of restlessness. Once again, Chin came to the rescue. She knew a lovely Filipino couple, Paul and Rose, who worked as teachers in Bangkok, and they just happened to be looking for someone who can work as an office assistant. The pay was 15,000 baht (about $400). It wasn't a lot but with my new writing rate, I figured I would have enough to live on comfortably, albeit simply.

For someone who had never left home before (except for those brief summer vacations to visit my dad in Manila), it was a huge and scary decision, but I took it anyway. My family and friends had misgivings, but they still supported my decision, and between all of us, we managed to scrape up enough money to get me to Bangkok and tide me over until I got my first paycheck. Barely a week after I started talking to Paul and Rose, I landed in Bangkok's Suvarnabhumi International Airport in the wee hours of the morning with a suitcase full of clothes, Fita biscuits, Milo, cup noodles, and a flashlight and a Neo laptop that I got on loan (payable within 6 months) from a friend.

My first few hours in my new city was extremely harrowing. I couldn't find Paul (who was supposed to pick me up) anywhere. I didn't have his number (stupid, I know), and I was scared shitless. He did eventually find me, thank heavens, and I stayed in his and Rose's place for a couple of days until I moved into a one-bedroom apartment a bit closer to the office. For 1,800 baht a month, I got a tiny bathroom, a double bed with a rock-hard mattress, and a small wardrobe. But it was clean and decent, and I fell in love with it at first sight.

The office I worked at was beside the railroad tracks across the old Don Muang International Airport, about half an hour by bus from where I lived in Pathumthani. It was a placement agency for English teachers, and my job involved developing their lesson plans and playing liaison. I met the man I married on my very first day, though we didn't start dating until a month or so later. I guess you could say I was off to a good start.

Naturally, the office had Internet connection, so I downloaded my assignments and found research material while I worked during the day and wrote at night. By then, I was earning a cool $150 every couple of weeks from writing alone, and I enjoyed it immensely. The writing kept me busy enough to fight whatever loneliness might be lurking around the corners of my tiny apartment.

Bangkok is ripe with Filipino English teachers, and I met many of them while I worked for the agency. Now, I've been speaking English almost from the moment I learned how to talk, and having spent my entire career life up to this point working in call centers, I took pride in my language skills. I found the English proficiency of these Filipino teachers dismal to the point of non-existence - a very disconcerting fact, considering that they were meant to be teaching the language. They also got paid more than I did (upwards of 20,000 baht), so the hoity-toity part of myself felt mildly insulted.

My Thai boss, bitch as she was, refused to give me a teaching job, so I started looking elsewhere. It didn't take long before I landed one, and oh, what a disaster that was! I was fired within a week (click the link for the full story), and because I resigned from the office job to take on the teaching job, I was left unemployed and just a tad broke in a strange, new city that I still regularly get lost in even after a month of living in it.

I was at a crossroads. I had two choices: I could go home, lick my wounds, and go back to my old job (my supervisor said I could), or I could stay in Bangkok and try again. At this point, however, I've gone right off teaching. For me, it was as pleasant as the prospect of colon cleansing. I had absolutely no talent for it and no patience for rowdy Thai students, and the thought of classrooms just made me ill. By this time, however, I've already started dating The Husband and it was starting to look serious, so I knew I had to find a way to stay.

And I did. I e-mailed the woman I was writing for and asked her if she had a full-time job available, and she made me team manager! I was put in charge of all the campaigns she got going on top of the writing I was doing for her. Fortune was definitely smiling on me. I started earning at least $600 a month (often a lot more), which, in turn, allowed me to live more comfortably, travel more, and move to a bigger and better apartment in The Husband's building.

By the end of 2007, life couldn't have been better. I was in a wonderful relationship, I had a job I thoroughly enjoyed, I traveled a lot, and I was earning more money than ever. On top of all that, I was learning so many things from my job that would prove to be completely invaluable later. To be continued...

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Two Years to Forever

Today, The Husband and myself are celebrating the second anniversary of our first date. I can't believe it's been two years already! It seems like only yesterday that I showed up half an hour late to our first date because I was stuck in a TOEIC exam room in Sukhumvit with a bunch of Thais, laboring under their English exams. They wouldn't let me out until everyone else had finished their exams (even when I finished mine a full two hours earlier), plus they wouldn't allow mobile phones inside the room, so the poor man thought I was going to stand him up.

Good thing he waited for me, though - probably because he was still happily browsing around the Sony Center in MBK! I shudder to think what my life would be like now, if he hadn't. But then, I like to think that fate would've found to a way to bring us together, no matter what!

So here we are, two glorious years later. The whole relationship has been anything but smooth sailing, but we have weathered our storms together. We are firmly stuck together with (super) glue, and will remain so for as long as we both shall live.

I love you, Stephen Young. And I can't tell you enough what an honor it is to be married to you.

Even if does mean getting my what's left of my already stubby nose nibbled into oblivion for the next 50-odd years or so.

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A Weight-y Matter Part Trois

One of the things that I missed most when I moved to Thailand was Filipino food. I absolutely loathed the shit that they tried to pass off for food in that country, and after living there for nearly a year and a half, I've had enough. It was no wonder, then, that the moment I set foot in my own country, I attacked Filipino food like it was going out of fashion.

Months later, I was a good 15 pounds heavier and finding it next to impossible to cut down on food. It didn't help that I worked from home and maintained a largely sedentary lifestyle. With my wedding a month away, I decided to take matters into my own hands and started taking fat burners.

This is what I looked like on my birthday back in March (my arms = ick), a few days before I started 'em pills (and yes, that's Chinese food you're seeing - patatim, anyone?):

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This is what I looked like - post pills - on my wedding:

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This is what I looked like on vacation with the family a few weeks later - and what I still look like now (I slouch and it's bad, I know!):

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Whoever said weight isn't everything has never lost any. It feels good!

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Trouble in Thailand: Tell Me Something I Don’t Know

Okay, I haven't really been reading up on Thailand much, so I can't say I'm updated with what's going on thereabouts. Come to think of it, I barely know what's happening in my own country, let alone elsewhere. But I digress.

It's hard not to be the slightest bit curious, though, when the place I called home for nearly a year and half made the headlines yet again. From what I can surmise, the people in red are unhappy that the people in yellow got their way barely 4 (or so) months back, and have decided that two can play that game. After all, if the yellows can do it, why not they?

And so they will demonstrate and riot and maybe take over airports until they get their way. And when they do, it'll be the yellows' turn again. Hmmm . . . does anyone see a pattern here?

Ahhh . . . the Thais never learn, don't they? But then, stupid is as stupid does - no surprise there. Yes, the rest of world can think that we (The Philippines) are pretty bad in the politics department, but, really, we've got nothing on Thailand. Enough said.

On a side note, I hope those tourists unfortunate enough to be there right now have travel insurance. Or, at least, cushy sleeping bags for those hostile airport takeovers that the Thais do best.

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