You plan to move to the Philippines? Wollen Sie auf den Philippinen leben?

There are REALLY TONS of websites telling us how, why, maybe why not and when you'll be able to move to the Philippines. I only love to tell and explain some things "between the lines". Enjoy reading, be informed, have fun and be entertained too!

Ja, es gibt tonnenweise Webseiten, die Ihnen sagen wie, warum, vielleicht warum nicht und wann Sie am besten auf die Philippinen auswandern könnten. Ich möchte Ihnen in Zukunft "zwischen den Zeilen" einige zusätzlichen Dinge berichten und erzählen. Viel Spass beim Lesen und Gute Unterhaltung!


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Friday, July 10, 2026

Here comes the rain again


Joel Tiu Maquiling

Downpour. Inundation. Deluge. Flooding remains one of the most pervasive and destructive natural hazards globally. It routinely threatens infrastructure, economies, and human lives. In tropical and subtropical regions, particularly across Southeast Asia and the Western Pacific, two atmospheric phenomena serve as primary catalysts for catastrophic flooding: typhoons and shear lines. While both systems are capable of dropping immense volumes of water that overwhelm drainage networks and river basins, they originate from entirely different meteorological mechanisms. Understanding the distinct dynamics, structural differences, and shared hydrological impacts of shear lines and typhoons is crucial in improving disaster preparedness, accurate forecasting, and community resilience.

To understand how these systems cause flooding, one must first examine their distinct atmospheric origins. A typhoon is a mature tropical cyclone that develops over warm ocean waters. It is characterized by a well-defined low-pressure center, a closed atmospheric circulation, and spiraling thunderstorms. The flooding rain from a typhoon is driven by its immense convective energy, drawing moisture from the warm sea and condensing it into a massive, organized rotating system. In contrast, a shear line (previously referred to as the tail end of a cold front) is a narrow zone where two distinct air masses meet. Typically, it forms when cool, dense northeast winds from a high-pressure system collide with warmer, humid tropical air. This collision forces the warmer, moisture-laden air to rise rapidly over the cooler mass. This lifting process, known as frontal or low-level convergence, creates persistent bands of heavy rain clouds. Unlike typhoons, shear lines lack a rotating central eye and do not require warm ocean waters to sustain their power.

The operational differences in how these systems manifest result in unique flooding challenges. The most striking contrast lies in wind velocity and structural visibility. Typhoons are highly visible on satellite imagery several days in advance. They bring severe, destructive winds alongside torrential rain. Consequently, typhoon flooding is accompanied by wind-driven physical destruction, such as uprooted trees and damaged roofs, which can block drainage channels and exacerbate the rising waters. Furthermore, typhoons cause storm surges—ocean water pushed ashore by violent winds—which severely worsen coastal flooding.


Thursday, November 27, 2025

When a parent dies


Joel Ruiz Butuyan

One becomes a full-fledged grown-up only after a parent dies. This happens no matter how old we already are when one of our parents passes on to the afterlife. Gone are the unrestrained counsel dispensed as reprimands by an ascendant who pays no heed to a descendant’s title, power, or possessions. Gone is the fallback for shelter, money, and advice, when turbulent storms upend our lives. Gone is one of our most ardent fans, who feels most proud during milestones in our lives.

For as long as our forebears are alive, we will always be children in their eyes. We will forever feel like kids in their presence. There may still be a remaining parent who survives in our midst, but without the other, the four-legged chair that has provided support and comfort in our lives would precariously stand on two legs.

My father breathed his last at the ripe age of 87 on Nov. 20. He left behind my 84-year-old mother, his five children, four children-in-law, and 11 grandchildren.

Our father put into practice his agriculture degree by cultivating our modest farm. Our mother served as a public school teacher at the local elementary school that her children attended. Despite our parents’ diligence and industry, they struggled to provide for our needs as a family. As children, we didn’t have the luxuries enjoyed by many of our cousins. Instead, my two brothers and I were exposed to the sun and the elements when we helped our father and our grandfather with farm chores, while our two sisters assisted our mother at home. As the eldest, I personally experienced the kind of hard labor required in the planting, harvesting, and drying of rice and corn. Looking back, the difficulties our father exposed us to have equipped us with grit and determination, which have proved to be the most valuable of all the lessons we gained in life.

Our father did not allow adversities to hinder our dreams. He moved heaven and earth to make us attain our professional aspirations and, in the process, he equipped us with wings to overcome adversities. He tapped the support of sympathetic relatives, he engaged in supplemental means to augment family income, used scholarships, and eventually produced a brood of two lawyers, one doctor, and two nurses, who are now based in America.

Beyond the bits and pieces of him that survive through us, his descendants, what else remains of our father that transcends his death? We have inherited the wealth of friends he accumulated throughout his life. Many of his friends remind us that he was the friendliest person they had met in their lives. They don’t exaggerate. In public transport rides, our father would initiate chats with complete strangers who unsuspectingly sat beside him. Before they reached their destination, our father would have probed his seatmate’s genealogy, would have found out about their problems, would have offered solutions to their tribulations, and would have extracted a commitment for an exchange of visits to their respective homes as if they had been longtime friends.

Another of our father’s traits imprinted in his friends’ minds is his ability to crack jokes and narrate funny stories even under the most serious circumstances. A few days before he died, our father’s worried caregiver started to stroke his forehead when he developed difficulty breathing. My father motioned for his caregiver to come closer and then whispered, “Be careful, my wife gets easily jealous.”

Our father had a huge zest for travel. When he was in his 70s and already using a cane to walk, he suddenly had an urge to visit his friend in Batanes, whom he had last seen in college. He packed a few clothes and boarded one of the small planes that transport passengers between Cagayan and Batanes, refusing to be accompanied. Upon reaching Batanes, his friend’s daughter informed him that her father had already died 15 years earlier. But because he regaled his friend’s family with so many stories about their patriarch, my father was invited to stay, and he was even given a guided tour of the island for several days, all for free.

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One time, my father saw a group of World War II veterans preparing to travel to Leyte, where they were to take part in the commemoration of the “Leyte Landing” of liberation forces. With his prematurely white hair and mischief in his mind, he mingled with the veterans and donned a veteran’s vest being distributed to everyone. He managed to board the military cargo plane that transported the veterans to Tacloban City, took part in the celebration, and marched with the veterans, without anyone finding out that he was only 3 years old when the war broke out in our islands.

Farewell, Papa. When I hear thunder in the sky, I will imagine angels laughing hysterically at one of your funny stories.

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