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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Wednesday, October 15, 2025

Learning languages, telling stories

 


Inez Ponce-De Leon

Last week, I was the keynote speaker for the first day of the 2025 Speech Communication Conference held at the University of the Philippines Los Baños (UPLB).

In those few hours, I saw the kind of work that my fellow researchers were carrying out. We all spoke the same language: examining the world through the lenses of communication as a phenomenon, critiquing practice, moving past the usual “effects” questions, and asking instead about our lives as Filipinos.

Language is not merely that which carries meaning for a particular group. It can also refer to the parlance that allows people of the same profession to discuss the same issues and use a vocabulary familiar to them.

When I was a beginner communication practitioner, I thought that our language was simply that of convincing people to do as we wanted them to.

As I immersed myself in the research, however, I found that communication draws heavily from philosophy, and that it is more than dressing up information. As I became a science and risk communication scholar, I also found that my field was about listening to how people make sense of the world, what reality is like for them, and how they experience the intricate, maddening, beautiful combination of knowledge, experience, emotion, and risk (and more).

This has led me to advocate for gathering and listening to stories rather than imposing assumptions. I’ve written about this constantly in this column. Last week, I spoke about it during my keynote.

In the interactions that followed, I saw how researchers across the country already have stories to tell us all.

Kate de Jesus, an assistant professor at UPLB, has traveled to different places in the country, where she brought play and drama strategies to help communities understand complex information. She also has her own framework called Wari-Yari, which joins the two distinct modes of imagination in the Filipino language: kunwari, or the building of ideas in one’s mind; and kunyari, the building of actual structures to reflect the elements of one’s imagination.

Julienne Baldo-Cubelo, an associate professor at UP Diliman, is doing research on conversations, most recently on mothers and daughters discussing social media use, where she found that talk about the body was central to the ideas shared. Her work has explored conversations among different publics, all of them revealing experiences that speak of the Filipino at an uncertain time.

In these two studies, I could see what I wanted to bring forth: a closer look at how we, as a people, articulate our identity; and a deeper examination of how we, as a people, tell the stories of our lives.

It was also in these studies that I saw the richness of our culture, a richness that we often miss out on when we readily label people as too uneducated to react, too poor to have a say, and too simple to understand what we believe are concepts only the sophisticated have access to.

In those brief conversations, I found that there was no corner of the country untouched by perception and intelligence—we simply needed the right medium through which they could emerge.

And the imagination that people had, from the youth who played with ideas, to the old who did not realize that they were already teaching themselves complex concepts from hitherto inaccessible handbooks!

It is in these times of discovery that I am so proud of how we have so much to say, and in depth, and with our own tools; but it is also in these moments that I can see how much more painful it is to sacrifice our dignity at the altar of indifference.

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Through the lenses of research and in the language of scholarship, I saw that every peso lost to corruption is a betrayal of a country that is deeply good, that can speak insightfully when called upon, that has its own way of seeing reality that must be shared rather than hidden beneath survey responses, agglomerated numbers, or mind-numbing so-called “entertainment.”

I saw so many lives whose stories could be told—but that could be cut short if we are to continue on this road of allowing the powerful to go unchecked in their corruption, if we allow the murderous and foul-mouthed to run free after having orchestrated the butchering of those whose lives and choices had been stolen from them.

For after all, in his rush to go after the drug addicts, was he not also attacking the poor, those who had been forced into poverty by the very government that had tasked itself to “discipline” them?

In the next few weeks, there will be rallies—there should be more of them, as we rattle our cages and speak up. Every shout we make must tell our story, of how we can no longer endure the humiliation of having our taxes decimated in favor of someone else’s comfort.

Every step in those marches must also be our language, where we tell the story of those who do not have the chance or who fear speaking up. If we can loosen their chains, perhaps they will find the power to finally open their eyes and demand justice for us all.

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iponcedeleon@ateneo.edu

Let these Asian stars inspire your autumn dressing game


 

Asia's fashion movers and shakers gather in Manila to toast the unveiling of H&M's fall-winter 2025 collections

 


Saed El-Achkar, president of H&M’s Region East Asia and Greater China
Saed El-Achkar, president of H&M’s Region East Asia and Greater China
On Sept. 19, 2025, at the Grand Hyatt Manila in Taguig City, guests from South Korea, the Philippines, Malaysia, Vietnam, and Singapore gathered to toast the unveiling of H&M’s fall-winter 2025 collections. The celebration began with a TikTok masterclass, followed by a showcase of the brand’s striking new pieces—all of which are now available in stores and online.
As the sun set over Manila, the soirée came alive with a runway show featuring ensembles infused with British nostalgia, ’90s grunge, and ’80s glamour. Joining the celebration was Saed El-Achkar, president of H&M’s Region East Asia and Greater China.
Bela Padilla
Bela Padilla
Mika Salamanca
Mika Salamanca
Malaysia’s Eyka Farhana, Juwei Teoh, and Jestinna Kuan
Malaysia’s Eyka Farhana, Juwei Teoh, and Jestinna Kuan
Camille Co
Camille Co
Laureen Uy
Laureen Uy
Michelle Dee
Michelle Dee
Catriona Gray
Catriona Gray
Singapore’s Rachel Wong, Tyler Ten, and Willabelle Ong
Singapore’s Rachel Wong, Tyler Ten, and Willabelle Ong
Jung Jin Young
Jung Jin Young
Chie Filomeno
Chie Filomeno
Vietnam’s Tran Tieu Vy, Doan Thien An, and Nguyen Cao Ky Duyen
Vietnam’s Tran Tieu Vy, Doan Thien An, and Nguyen Cao Ky Duyen
LA Aguinaldo
LA Aguinaldo
“I want to say a huge thank you to all of you for being with us here today,” Saed said as he raised a toast. “You are an incredible support to us on the journey H&M is on—to liberate fashion for the many—and you make sure that we are accessible to everyone. We are also inspiring people around the world, and you’ve played an incredible role in that.”

10 brand new buses to boost public transport in Davao City


By Ivy Tejano

Published Oct 14, 2025 09:45 pm


DAVAO CITY – Ten brand-new low-floor city buses funded by the city government of Davao officially arrived on Tuesday morning, Oct. 14, marking another step towards modernizing the city’s public transportation system.

The 12-meter-long buses have modern features such as access ramps for Persons with Disabilities, bicycle racks, closed-circuit television cameras, and automated passenger counters, all aimed at improving accessibility, safety, and convenience.

Set to begin operations by mid-November, the city government said these buses will serve as an interim transport solution under the Davao City Interim Bus Service while the High Priority Bus System continues development.

The city government will initially offer free rides to passengers during peak hours to help ease commuter congestion and encourage more people here to use public transport.

Routes for the DC bus will be finalized and announced in the coming days, pending approval by the Land Transportation Franchising and Regulatory Board and other concerned agencies.

“This initiative is for the Davaoeños, from the Davaoeños,” the city government said in a statement, emphasizing that the project underscores Davao City’s commitment to sustainable and inclusive urban mobility.

The city government said the addition of the new buses forms part of the city’s broader goal to establish a modern, safe, and reliable public transport network that meets the growing needs of its urban population.

Scam calls in Philippines surge 78% in Q3 2025 — anti-scam app report

By Jel Santos

Published Oct 14, 2025 10:02 pm
(PHOTO: PIXABAY)
(PHOTO: PIXABAY)
A 78.44 percent rise in scam calls was recorded in the Philippines in the third quarter of 2025, data from the latest Whoscall Scam Report of global anti-scam app developer Gogolook showed.
During the period, Whoscall said it logged a total of 62,390 scam calls, a sharp increase from 34,964 in the previous quarter. 
Despite the spike, it noted that the figure remains 62.24 percent lower year-on-year than the 165,236 scam calls recorded in the same period in 2024.
Whoscall stated that it recorded 37,609 SMS scams, down by 42.17 percent from 65,035 in the previous quarter and a 97.71 percent year-on-year drop from 1,645,470 in 2024.
Gogolook Philippines Country Head and General Manager Mel Migriño said the trend indicates a behavioral shift among mobile users.
“Since the first quarter Scam Report of 2025, we have seen that Filipinos have become more cautious about clicking links from unknown numbers in SMS swindles. This shows that scammers are now shifting their tactics to calls and social media,” she said 
She explained that the rise in call scams is largely driven by fraudsters exploiting the telemarketing systems of financial institutions.
“They are taking advantage of legitimate promotional calls like credit card limit upgrades, making their scams sound more believable to unsuspecting consumers,” she noted.
Per Migriño, the continued decline in text-based scams can be credited to the “whole-of-society approach” involving law enforcement raids of major scam hubs nationwide and joint awareness campaigns.
Authorities urged the public to remain vigilant and report scam incidents through official channels.
Cybercrime Investigation and Coordinating Center (CICC) acting executive director Usec. Renato “Aboy” Paraiso said public reports are crucial in combating online fraud.
“We continue to urge the public to report scam incidents, as these serve as leads for further investigation and as the foundation for various initiatives that raise public awareness against online scams,” he said.
Also, Whoscall said it detected 27,510 malicious links during the third quarter, which was up 31.65 percent from 18,735 in the previous quarter.
Most of these links imitated loan or reward offers from banks, increasing from 14,421 to 25,309 quarter-on-quarter, it added.
Meanwhile, the anti-scam app said adult gambling URLs plummeted by 93.61 percent, from 4,308 to just 275.

Surprise! Mariah Carey performs 'All I Want for Christmas Is You' for the first time in Manila


Published Oct 14, 2025 11:58 pm
Mariah Carey performs 'All I Want for Christmas Is You' as her finale song during her sold-out concert at the Mall of Asia Arena on Oct. 14. (Images by John Roland Legaspi)
Mariah Carey performs 'All I Want for Christmas Is You' as her finale song during her sold-out concert at the Mall of Asia Arena on Oct. 14. (Images by John Roland Legaspi)
Grammy-winning artist Mariah Carey delighted her Filipino fans when she sang "All I Want for Christmas Is You" for the first time since its release in 1994 during her one-night-only concert, "Mariah Carey: The Celebration of Mimi," at the SM Mall of Asia Arena in Pasay City on Oct. 14.
It marked Mariah's fourth performance in the Philippines, but until now, she had never had the opportunity to sing her biggest Christmas hit. 
However, during her latest concert in Manila, Mariah surprised the audience by performing "All I Want for Christmas Is You" as her finale song.
Fans erupted with joy as soon as they heard the intro to the beloved Christmas classic—this was the moment every Filipino fan had been eagerly awaiting.
After the festive number, Mariah thanked the audience by saying, 'Thank you! Merry Christmas!' as she left the stage with her backup dancers.
For the past two years, Mariah has fully embraced the joyful tradition of the Philippines, where the festive spirit begins to blossom as soon as the unforgettable BER months roll in.
She has officially encouraged her devoted fans in the Philippines—affectionately known as Lambs—to kick off the holiday season by playing her beloved Christmas songs starting in September.
Biggest Christmas song
"All I Want for Christmas Is You" now holds the record for the biggest Christmas song of all time in terms of sales, streaming, and radio airplay.
In December 2024, the song set a record for holiday music by surpassing two billion streams on Spotify.
Additionally, in early December 2024, the song made a historic return to No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100, achieving a total of 16 non-consecutive weeks at the top.
By the end of that year, "All I Want for Christmas Is You" became the first holiday song to reach No. 1 for an unprecedented 18 weeks.
Released in 1995, the song written by Mariah and Walter Afanasieff first appeared on the Billboard Hot 100 chart in January 2000.
After 19 years, the song finally hit No. 1 for the first time in November 2019. The popular tune was lifted from Mariah's Christmas album "Merry Christmas."
Sold-out concert
Mariah, 56, kicked off her sold-out concert in Manila with her song "Type Dangerous," the lead single from her latest album "Here For It All."
Then she followed it with her mega-hits "Emotions," "Can't Let Go," "Vision of Love," "Dreamlover," "Hero," "Without You," "Fantasy," and "Honey."
Surrounded by an ensemble of talented dancers, Mariah often seemed lost in a world of her own, rarely engaging with her fans during intermissions.
Her attention was wholly devoted to the stage, where she poured her heart into every note, captivating the audience with each mesmerizing performance.
Yet, despite the lack of direct interaction, her fans remained unwavering in their devotion, always ready to erupt in applause, celebrating every electrifying moment she delivered.
Every time Mariah gracefully ascends to her stunning five-octave vocal range in her songs, her fans are captivated, their hearts soaring with delight at her extraordinary vocal artistry.
Each note she hits resonates with power and emotion, leaving them mesmerized by the sheer beauty of her talent.
Other Mariah hits in the setlist include "My All," "Always Be My Baby," "I Know What You Want," "Shake It Off," "It's Like That," "We Belong Together," among others.
Karaoke night
Presented by Wilbros Live, the concert had an electrifying atmosphere that resembled a spirited karaoke night, as fans passionately belted out the lyrics to Mariah’s iconic hits, filling the air with joyful melodies.
Thirty-five years after she first dazzled the music world, Mariah still showcases her astonishing vocal prowess, irresistible charm, and an array of timeless songs that resonate deeply with her audience.
It's no wonder that as fans filed out of the concert venue, their faces were illuminated with genuine smiles and a sense of elation that lingered long after the final note had faded.

The wind might’ve knocked my Jenga

 



A trickle of sweat raced down my hairline to join the one pooling above my upper lip. Inhale. Exhale.


Zeroing in on what seemed to be a loose end at the bottom of the tower, I stretched my hand outward to give it a little push. The entire column shook with the force, threatening to topple over if ever acquainted with a wisp of wind. I threw my hands up in surrender with the hopes of being shown mercy for my impulsivity, and after wobbling for a time too alarming for my sanity, the structure resumed the position it had before me.


One would think that all these ceremonies were a tad dramatic for a game of Jenga, but I wasn’t about to get my first taste of defeat. After inspecting every angle of the tower, I caught a slab and wiggled it out of place, though the harder part was having to add its weight to the pile. I hovered my hand above …The collective gasps reached my ears before the realization did, and that’s how I knew I had done it … then.

Exhale.


I stared at the screen in front of me, attempting to ignore the fact that my heartbeat resided on each side of my head, but the way my hands shook might’ve betrayed any composure I had left.


“Dear Erika,”


My mouse hovered on the pop-up, and it stayed there for one too many minutes to count. I told myself it was because imitating the same concentration was necessary to achieve the same success, either that or I had to subconsciously prepare for whatever the result may be. The sequence was almost a replica of those Jenga games, yet the echoing crash that came after was not.


“We appreciate your interest in us, but …”


The world around me stopped moving, like the few seconds of silence between the slight misstep and the consequent dismantling of the tower, though I have never been the one to take the brunt of it until now. I didn’t know how to act, didn’t know what to do, but to sit there and stare. I traced the unfamiliar words repeatedly—“unfortunately,” “regret”—up until I understood what they meant; little did I know the effort was wasted, as I would be more than acquainted with them for years to come.


The messages that came after were almost like a routine. A curdling in my stomach ensued with every expectancy, the enthusiasm I felt for the potential to be part of something, only for the butterflies to be killed by the brutal assault of the same phrases. The plans I had conjured up for this organization, I had to shred all those pieces and force myself to kiss that road goodbye. I knew I could make an impact if given the chance, but with every dismissal, the doubt started to creep in. Applications to organizations turned to ones for colleges and back, though the downcast mood remained, and the letters started to spell “rejection” until they read my name.


Dissociating myself with concepts of failure became progressively harder, for who was I but a product of constant nonacceptance? What could I hold over my head in pride if my qualities didn’t seem to be telling? I only wished to reach my fullest potential, but how would I do that without being presented with even the slightest opportunity to try?


When the latest message came in, I could swear I was stuck in a cruel time loop. I told myself that it was different this time—my sacrifices in the application process were nothing short of significant—but my hand stalled on the notification, maybe because I somehow already knew what the words would read. My eyes started to blur, my palms sweat, and for the life of me, I couldn’t catch my breath before it fell to the pit of my stomach.


What was I going to do now?


Suddenly, I wanted to go home. I wanted to get back on my desk, open my laptop, and draft an appeal letter that wasn’t even due until a week after. I didn’t want to sit here and throw yet another pity party for myself if I knew in my heart that I deserved to be there, that I was somebody they wouldn’t regret taking a chance on. Besides, if one block managed to shift the whole tower, who’s to say I couldn’t change my point of view and have another one take me to victory?


And to victory did I go.


My acceptance to the organization felt like being tossed a lifeline, and when the planning started, it was almost as though I needed to swim to shore before I drowned. Despite the occasional doubts I had in myself, coupled with a spotlight exposing my every move, my composure remained.


By the end of the semester, I was told they were foolish to have stood by their initial dismissal of me, but while they “regretted to inform me” then, I couldn’t say I returned the sentiment; if it meant taking me exactly where I needed to be, “remorseful” wouldn’t be the word to describe any of it.


The next time I played Jenga, I found that I wasn’t scared of a little wind, as the second it howled my way, I felt like I could breathe again.


Erika Elizabeth Sy




Omikron-Variante „Frankenstein“: Neue Corona-Welle bringt Schmerzen „wie Rasierklingen“

Deutschland erlebt eine Krankheitswelle. Millionen erkranken an Atemwegserkrankungen. Besonders die „Frankenstein“-Variante sorgt für schmerzvolle Symptome.

München – Deutschland wird derzeit von einer Krankheitswelle heimgesucht. Der aktuelle GrippeWeb-Bericht des Robert-Koch-Instituts (RKI) vom 2. Oktober zeigt, dass im letzten Monat wöchentlich bis zu 7,1 Millionen Menschen an einer akuten Atemwegserkrankung (ARE) erkrankten. Die Inzidenz hat sich merklich erhöht, was zu Beginn des Herbstes nicht ungewöhnlich ist.   

Trockener Husten und starke Halsschmerzen: Auffällige Symptome bei Corona-Variante XFG „Stratus“ oder „Frankenstein“.
Trockener Husten und starke Halsschmerzen: Auffällige Symptome bei Corona-Variante XFG „Stratus“ oder „Frankenstein“. © Zoonar/Christian Ohde/Imago

Auch die Covid-19-Inzidenz verzeichnet einen leichten Anstieg. In der letzten Septemberwoche 2025 meldete das RKI etwa 500 Corona-Fälle pro 100.000 Einwohner. Besonders hervorstechend ist die Omikron-Variante XFG „Stratus“, die auch als „Frankenstein“ bekannt ist.    Warum heißt die Corona-Variante „Frankenstein“?

Die „Stratus“-Variante ist aus einer Kombination mehrerer genetischer Corona-Varianten (LF.7 und LP.8.1.2) entstanden. Diese Rekombination aus verschiedenen Teilen erinnert an das zusammengesetzte Monster aus Mary Shelleys Erfolgsroman „Frankenstein“, daher der eigentümliche Name. Die „Frankenstein“-Variante gilt als ansteckender, aber nicht gefährlicher als bekannte Covid-Typen.

„Frankeinstein“-Variante breitet sich aus: Corona-Typ XFG „Stratus“ auf dem Vormarsch

Laut RKI wird „Stratus“ weltweit am häufigsten unter den zirkulierenden Corona-Linien nachgewiesen. In Deutschland hat die Variante NB.1.8.1 „Nimbus“ vollständig verdrängt. Positiv ist, dass das RKI und die Weltgesundheitsorganisation (WHO) „Stratus“ nicht als gefährlicher einstufen. Auch die vorhandenen Covid-Impfstoffe sollten weiterhin vor schweren Krankheitsverläufen schützen.

Monday, October 13, 2025

Monday rants and self-loathing



Hyung Sun James P. Maestrado 


I’m used to being broke, and right now, most ardently, I need to complain about it.


It’s always Monday that brings me down. That doesn’t make me unique or special. Everyone dreads Mondays. But for me, it signals the start of another cycle. Another unwanted push to stand up and return to whatever version of hell I’ve unwillingly placed myself in.


I’m 23. Just starting out. Broke. From a lower middle-class background in a third-world, corrupt country—the Philippines. Not from a broken family, just a broke upbringing. Like many others.


We always hear that it’s important to know where you came from, and maybe that’s true. But sometimes, that knowledge doesn’t ground you. It confines you. The angst born from poverty and the forced romanticism shaped by Filipino humility and pride become the very thing that both inspires and exhausts us. It pulls at us, irritates us, and drags us into a depth with the fakest, subtlest smile we never asked for.


Every day, we’re expected to live and endure. Today, I am not meant to endure. It’s tiring.


I get jealous of other people’s success. I congratulate them, yes, but deep down, I hate how they make me feel so small. So worthless. I worked my ass off in college. I did well. But even with a job, I have a little money. Every fiber of my being feels insignificant. Everyone else seems to be doing okay. Or maybe they’re just better at pretending.


Back then, I was just a student. Studying, laughing, trying to enjoy life—those were luxuries I didn’t realize then. Now, I work. I worry. I think about rent. I think about whether I’ll have enough for a full meal. I think about how family expenses are no longer someone else’s responsibility. They’re partly mine now—sometimes.


Even something as trivial as adding items to an online shopping cart feels like a cruel joke. I pile in things I’ll never buy, just another way to distract myself from reality.


Feeling all of this heaviness and helplessness makes me feel guilty. Guilty for even feeling at all.


I complain. I blame the government. I curse corrupt politicians. That’s how I cope. Activism, once something noble, started to feel more like a personal release than a communal or collective act. A way to blow off steam. It became self-soothing. I made it about myself when it should have been ours.


Everything became too much and too expensive. Not just every bilihin, but every emotion I felt.


Nothing feels right or liberating anymore. Even writing, something that once brought me comfort, now feels like entrapment. I question whether I’ve already been reduced to this one identity: broke, tired, angry.


I often wonder if there’s any real depth in what I’m going through. I don’t even know if this reflection qualifies as a proper essay, or if it’s just better kept in a private journal or buried in a forgotten blog post. Feeling broke—truly and constantly—pulls a person in so many directions that you start to lose track of what actually matters. But what haunts me most is the realization that I’m probably suffering less than many others. I’m privileged enough to own a laptop, to have had access to education, to know how to express this heaviness in words. That realization makes the guilt even worse.


I feel like I’m not good enough because I’m not earning enough. I feel broke not only in terms of money, but in my sense of self-worth and ability to contribute meaningfully. I live in a society that romanticizes hardship, glorifies self-sacrifice as the highest form of virtue, and teaches us to measure our value by how much we are willing to endure without breaking. When we do break, we’re expected to carry on anyway—quietly, even gracefully.


There are days when I wish people were more honest about their pain, struggles, failures. But instead, we hide behind borrowed quotes, curated inspiration, pretensions, and the illusion that everyone else has it figured out. I don’t have the answers to these things. I just know that for people like me, who feel like we’re not good enough and who are constantly struggling just to get by, surviving is already resistance.

There’s beauty in grit, and there’s a certain je ne sais quoi in embracing the ugliness of the human experience to carry on. These days, everything feels so important. Everything is made into a big deal. Everyone wants to be an inspiration—but most of us can’t afford to inspire anyone because we can’t even find a reason to celebrate ourselves.


There’s so much more to the chaos we live in during this modern era, and sometimes, it’s okay to acknowledge and even highlight the negativity we carry. It’s okay to say that we’re not okay.


Right now, this Monday rant—this usual cycle of self-loathing—is poured out into this space. Maybe it’s meant to be kept. Maybe it’s meant to be seen and judged. And maybe, someone else will read it and feel a little less alone.

 Hyung Sun James P. Maestrado