Frugal Honey

My Financial Journey

Money in Blogging

The dream is to blog all day long, writing about whatever strikes my fancy and then get fame* and riches in return, without sacrificing my voice and my editorial prerogative. But fact is, unless you’re a celebrity, a personality or run a porn site, blogging is not the way to the comfy life. At least that’s what my experience has taught me.

You can only get so much money with Google or Text Link ads, in fact even with three popular sites, we’re lucky to scrape enough ad revenue per month to pay our hosting expenses, and I refuse to do pay-per-posts and their ilk because I don’t know how to seamlessly integrate automatic garage doors and tube heating into my posts without sounding like a moron.

Not counting the monetary value of the swag I have received, I have only made Php6,000.00 in almost six (6) years of blogging because of a sponsored post. In fairness though, I have turned down a number of proposals because they involved skin whitening products or were not in line with my blog’s theme, but even if I accepted those, my grand total would only be in the lower 5 digits. How’s that for a return in investment?

But while my blog per se may not have generated income for me, my blog has put my name out there and is the reason why I now do copywriting for a foreign site and back-end support for an international brand. Of course, my rackets can hardly be categorized as passive income because I still put in the requisite hours in order to meet those obligations.

And I’m not the only one whose blog has opened different avenues for income. There are numerous bloggers out there who now sideline as makeup artists, do brand management or partner with brands as their ambassadors. So really, blogging can be a steady source of income, but if you think you only need to set up a blog and then cut and paste PR kits for the money to start rolling in, then dream on.

Think of your blog as your online portfolio, a showcase of what you’re capable of and what you can deliver. Then when you do get a job offer, be sure to turn in work that you won’t be afraid to claim as your own. If all this sounds too much like a hassle and too much like real work, then better invest in some implants and strike your best come hither pose, because sex always sells on the internet.

*I’m actually fine without the fame part, but the riches is a non-negotiable in my daydream.


My mother probably earned ten times more than my dad during the peak of her career. She had her own lying-in clinic where she was on call 24/7, while she also made the rounds of the nearby hospitals. My father, on the other hand, worked at the same government agency for the last 30 years, where he climbed his way from being a medical officer to bureau director.

My mom used to say that what she earned fed, clothed, sheltered and put us to school, while my father’s salary was used to buy Yakult. And she said this without bitterness or arrogance because it happened to be the truth. She provided for us financially, while my father gave us not only Yakult but also ice cream, bear hugs and checked up on us while our mother was out for another emergency call.
Marriage is a partnership and it was just by chance that the nature of my mom’s occupation made her the family’s main breadwinner, while my father, although not as flush with cash, was blessed with the time to attend to his children while pursuing a career in government.
I’m not really sure if they planned it that way, or if it just happened and they rode along with it, but that was the way it was. Now I find myself in the same situation, and although some well-meaning friends tell me that it is the husband’s duty to provide for the family because having it the other way around will not only cause him to doubt himself, but will also go against God’s plan, I only need to look at my own parents to know that that is a flat out lie.

Everyday, I am amazed at how similar my husband and father really are. They both do not subscribe to ridiculous macho ideals and are secure enough not to be affected with such an “abnormal” set-up.

We all have roles to play and now aside from looking like my mother, I also ended up picking up where she left off. I tried to deny it, but yes, I am my mother’s daughter through and through. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

It might not be the norm, but this is our normal.

Looking Back

I remember when my sister was born, I was with my father when he paid the hospital bill. I remember looking up as my father looked into his wallet and realized that he didn’t have enough money to settle the bill and asked the cashier if she would take some dollar bills instead.
I felt so guilty that time because the day before that, he bought me a pair of rubber shoes for PE class and I thought that he ran out of money because of my new shoes. I thought that because he couldn’t pay the bill, my mom and new sister wouldn’t be able to leave the hospital.
I was six years old when I realized that money wasn’t something to take for granted or fritter away because my parents had to work for it.
It’s funny how such a simple incident shaped my entire mindset about money.

Much Ado About Moolah

I think about money a lot.

When we got married two years ago, my hubby and I found ourselves mired in wedding related debt. I mistakenly assumed that we could recoup our wedding expenses through our wedding gifts (“We prefer cash”) and so we started planning and charging a majority of expenses for our wedding, because we were not able to save up for it.

Needless to day, the first few days of our married life were chock-full of lessons and realizations. This was further compounded by the fact that I began working for the government a month after we got married, and would only start receiving my paycheck about a month and a half after I begun working.

Oh, and my husband was also diagnosed with diabetes so that was another blow.


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