Filipino Blogger and Writer

Writing and blogging amidst all the smoke and beer.

As this Filipino blogger and writer pens this article within the confines of a 24-hour bar/cafe here in the Philippines, I can see through the clear glass walls a teen-aged girl puking on the sidewalk outside. A girl friend of hers is trying to assist her to keep her balance. I swear to God, without her friend, she would've fallen face first into her own puke. That would've been messy and ugly. A combination of rice, beer, pizza, tequila, ground beef, a local delicacy here in the Philippines called sisig and boiled peanuts. I know because for the last few hours or so ago, they were on the table next to mine. They were loud and noisy. Just like what you'd expect from a bunch of teenagers under the influence of booze. There were three of them. All girls. I assumed they are from the public high school nearby. An assumption I made when I noticed the large shopping bag tucked under their table. It was stuffed with what looked like school uniforms.

As I write this second paragraph, I can see the three girls clumsily get into a white taxi. Taxi drives away. I am mentioning this story because this is how my day starts as a Filipino blogger and writer. Sitting in a bar. Typing into my laptop. Sipping on a bottle of sub-zero beer. Munching on too-salty pizza. Watching teen-aged girls puke outside. Listening to aging businessmen murdering Frank Sinatra tunes on the karaoke machine.

Being a Filipino writer is hard. But the fun and experience of it all is pure magic.

As I write this second paragraph, I can see the three girls clumsily get into a white taxi. Taxi drives away. I am mentioning this story because this is how my day starts as a Filipino blogger and writer. Sitting in a bar. Typing into my laptop. Sipping on a bottle of sub-zero beer. Munching on too-salty pizza. Watching teen-aged girls puke outside. Listening to aging businessmen murdering Frank Sinatra tunes on the karaoke machine.

As I write this third paragraph, I can see on the Star Wars-themed clock on the wall that it's already approaching 11 in the evening. Wow, I've been in this bar for more than three hours. Longer than usual. I try to review what I've written so far. Hmmmm. Three advance posts for my blog. Two lenses on Squidoo. A guest post for a fellow blogger based in China. And yes, this article you are currently reading. Seven articles in three hours. Not bad, I think.

And so I closed my laptop, paid my due amounting to 365 pesos which is the equivalent of approximately US$10, and left the bar. I took a taxi, went home, brushed my teeth, took a shower and retired to sleep.

I would wake up at 7 the next morning and then go to work as a call center agent until 6 in the evening. When I get out of work, I go to a bar, order beer and pizza, fire up my laptop and write till 10 or 11. Sometimes I even go past midnight. I'd watch again as teen-aged girls puke outside and aging businessmen dish out their versions of Sinatra tunes. I'd go home. I'd wake up. I'd go to work. I'd go to a bar. I'd write.

That's a day in this Filipino writer and blogger's life. I'm struggling but so far I'm enjoying every moment of it. My only wish is for me to finally be able to leave the call center job and focus every hour of my day instead of three hours every night to my writing. And I'm on my way, I knew it. I'm 100% sure. BUT wish me luck anyway. Just in case. :)

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