This might not be the typical expat blog, written by a German expat, living in the Philippines since 1999. It's different. In English and in German. Check it out! Enjoy reading! Dies mag' nun wirklich nicht der typische Auswandererblog eines Deutschen auf den Philippinen sein. Er soll etwas anders sein. In Englisch und in Deutsch! Viel Spass beim Lesen!
You plan to move to the Philippines? Wollen Sie auf den Philippinen leben?
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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Monday, October 6, 2025
24 HR. LOCALIZED WEATHER FORECAST FOR DAVAO REGION
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Years I lost in the haze
It was in 2021 when I first learned how to write.
My mama prepared a table in our small garden, one with Christmas lights and a tiny bahay kubo decoration. I would sit there with my old, heavy laptop—all its keys creating sounds similar to that of a typewriter whenever I am immersed in my campus journalistic work. It was still at the height of the pandemic, when classes were largely remote and press endeavors had to be done online. I would sleep at six in the evening, wake up at four just before sunrise, make myself a mug of instant coffee, and listen to Chopin or Mozart or maybe Beethoven—it was my ritual for writing. I was familiar with the scent of midnight and the sight of daylight’s first fall on the ground.
Four years have passed since then. I am in college today at Los Baños, and I rarely come home to Rizal. The very few times I visit, this house always changes. The table I used to have in our small garden is no longer here. My office is now on a newly constructed balcony, where I can easily see the vast azure. The old chessboard set my dad gave me on my 14th birthday, with all the letters and paintings from old lovers inside it, is no longer under my bed in my room. The mountain in Montalban looks a little bit taller, complementing the sunrise even better. My table is no longer the table that seemed like it could break at the slightest motion, and my laptop does not sound like an ancient typewriter anymore.
Like countless iskolar ng bayan who travelled from their distant provinces to Laguna for college, I entered the university with courage. There was this feeling of certainty that I could just lose and find myself—be homesick, be hurt, drink in Puesto at night, jog at Pili Drive in the morning, join mobilizations in front of Oblation or at Carabao Park. I felt this sensation, this pride that made me think I could mold my world into what I want it to be at the University of the Philippines. “Go on a journey,” I would imagine Mozart telling me from the skies, for a writer whose inspirations still partly root from classical music.
What I failed to realize is that parts of me had already been lost long before university. The were years I lost in the haze when everything broke, dreams and friendships and love.
Long years inside the pandemic changed me. I learned to pretend I was more mature. My hair grew so much longer, and I became more conscious about my appearance. I fell in love, got broken, then fell in love again in April. I wrote poems and unfinished anthologies, then got broken again. I met the music of The Ridleys, I listened to Aphrodite and Germany, and Rome. I believed in love.
I miss writing poetry. I miss drafting editorials on issues that made me look smart when published in our student paper. I miss exchanging emails that make my heart flutter. I miss walking around campus, waiting for a jeep near Katipunan, navigating the roads of Anonas and Molave—things in my past life that I, in retrospect, took for granted and eventually lost.Maybe this is just a testament of what someone once told me, “Tomorrow is not certain, and it’s a dreadful thought to wake up without today’s warmth.” I miss the café I used to stay at, which had already closed three years ago.
There is this uncomfortable feeling of grief for the things and people that I loved. I would often ask myself, what about the essays and poems and prose I wrote for those who would no longer care to read them? What of the words left unsaid and the screams still echoing? I could have written more. Reminiscing now, I see how I was so young three years ago before the pandemic, and I was so disillusioned when suddenly times changed, and I was older—I had to act older. This feeling has recurred lately. I would initially tell myself, “This discomfort is temporary.” Things have no permanence, and I cannot cling to stillness.
But maybe, parts of me still willingly let themselves get stuck in these recollections, despite the initial preconception, because they are reminders of a life I once lived.
I remember once reading an article that said, “Home need not be a place.” Indeed, home, now, feels more metaphorical than physical. That little boy—who is familiar with the scent of midnight and the sight of daylight’s first break, who loves to write on the table his mama prepared for him—does not know this.
Perhaps this is why, since childhood, I have always been fond of constructing sentences that imply my hopes for events that are no longer likely to happen, that are just absurd and outright impossible.I want to visit and relive the past again.I want to guide that little boy today, to show him the reality of constant shifts and changes, of heartbreaks and years of broken things.
Saturday, October 4, 2025
Is drinking water right before sleeping good or bad?
Horrible idea if you enjoy waking up to pee at 2 AM.
Your kidneys don't shut down at night - they simply continue working on whatever you fill your system with. Drink plenty of water before you sleep and you'll get a full bladder when you wake up, spoiling your rest.
Sleep takes the prize here. Fragmented sleep disrupts everything - hormones, immune system, mood, metabolism. Not even worth it to guzzle water just before sleeping.
Skip fluid intake 2-3 hours before sleeping if you want to sleep undisturbed throughout the night. If thirsty, take a sip or two, but don't down an entire glass.
If you're always thirsty at night, you're dehydrated during the day. Fix it by drinking more water in the morning and early afternoon, not at night.
Exception: You could be ill, hung up, or on meds that dry you out. Then a little might be okay. But still look forward to waking up and urinating.
A few people can drink water late and sleep just fine - lucky bastards with iron bladders. The rest of us aren't so lucky.
Your body may survive for 8 hours without water. It can't survive on chronic sleep disturbance.
Prioritize sleep.
10 lessons to learn from Filipino global pianist Cecile Licad

I’d like to play on the top of the rice terraces,” Cecile Licad exclaims in a room full of art and culture writers, seemingly in jest, but completely earnest. It’s the kind of quote that captures her at once: ground-breaking, fearless, and rooted in home even as her career has taken her across the world.
Licad has been called “a pianist’s pianist,” a phrase that captures both her technical brilliance and the uncompromising seriousness of her decades-long practice as one of the most celebrated pianists of her generation.
“Like a missionary”
She was a young child—about seven or eight—when she first appeared with an orchestra in Manila, and barely out of her teens when she became the first Filipino to win the Leventritt Gold Medal, an award that had once vaulted Van Cliburn to international fame.
In the decades since, she has built a career less defined by celebrity than by a rare intensity—one that prizes substance and discipline over glossy display. At Carnegie Hall last winter, critics praised her playing as “less about pianistic display than about ideas and meaning,” a line that could serve as shorthand for her life as one of the Philippines’ most iconic concert pianists.
Yet to think of Licad solely in terms of accolades is to miss her complexity and nuance as an artist and a human being. She is a perfectionist who still delights in play, a relentless worker who has learned—at her son Otavio’s urging—to “chill out.” That balance between rigor and release, seriousness and humor, is part of what makes her artistry and persona so distinctive.
It also explains her sense of mission. She describes herself as someone who is “like a missionary” when performing in the provinces of her homeland, where she brings music to audiences who may be hearing Chopin or Saint-Saëns for the first time.
For her, performance is not only a showcase of a pianist’s artistry and virtuosity but also a potent space for shared cultural experiences to flourish.

A strong fighting spirit
Asked about the secret to her longevity, Licad is passionate and firm: It is her “fighting spirit” that insists on carrying on, even when her body gives up on her and her mind resists. That stubborn energy, she suggests, is what has allowed her to thrive despite the punishing demands of a pianist’s life. “Even if my hands failed me, I go on,” Licad was quick to share.
For all the international acclaim, Licad holds fast to the imprint of home. “I’m Filipino. That’s how I interpret the music,” she says. It is both a matter of roots and of ethos: an openness to transformation, a refusal to abandon language, taste, and community, and a belief that even the most difficult or unfamiliar piece can be made one’s own.
That sense of rootedness came into sharp focus at a recent gathering with art and culture writers. Anton Tantoco Huang—the eldest son of the late Zenaida “Nedy” Tantoco, retail magnate, patron of the arts, and longtime supporter of Licad—posed a question: What had been her most memorable performance in the Philippines?
Licad didn’t cite a venue or a concert. Instead, she paid tribute to Nedy.
“The last years, it was with your mom, definitely,” she says. “She was always encouraging me. Whenever I fell silent, she would say, ‘You’d better perform.’ She reminded me, ‘You cannot stop for a long time. You have to keep on playing here.’ Your mom was a real pusher—in the best sense.”
What follows is Licad in her own words—candid, unsparing, humorous, and wry—reflecting on a lifetime at the piano and the stubborn vitality that sustains her. Here are 10 life and leadership lessons the next generation can take from her story.
1. Find joy in building new relationships
“I’d love to meet people now. I’m not like when I was a kid. It’s just more fun, you know, life is short. I’m interested in many different personalities of people because I respect everybody’s colorful personalities. Everybody has their special thing, you know? Something I used to not know because I was always just stuck at the piano.”
2. Balance excellence and enjoyment
“I don’t practice just for the sake of working scales, like a good student. I practice because either I want to make this passage clearer to the listeners or, first of all, [it’s for] me. I like to enjoy myself.”
3. Make practice your form of mental preparation
“[I mentally prepare myself] by working all the time. That’s what I do. I practice every day.”
4. Grab the opportunity to learn difficult things
“[Part of my repertoire is] the Chopin concerto I played when I was 11 years old. That’s when I first left the country, and I don’t know if I should mention it, but I remember [that] they had auditions for the Manila Symphony, and one jury member said, ‘Why [did] the teacher teach her that [piece]? It’s like putting red lipstick on a little girl.’
But you know what? I’m so glad that I studied it. Once you can learn really difficult things, [do it]! Because now it’s like almost part of my body, you know, the [difficult] pieces.”
5. There is power in “owning” your work
“Every piece that I present to the public, I have to enjoy it even if I [initially] didn’t. Even if I don’t like a piece [in the beginning], I pretend that it’s the most incredible piece, and then, I can transform it. I don’t know [what my least favorite piece is] yet because I’ve made them all into ‘my pieces.’”
6. Embrace your Filipino identity
“I’m Filipino. That’s how I interpret the music. And maybe that’s what makes it different because of where I’m from. It’s how I transmit music [that makes my practice as a Filipino pianist].
I never forgot Tagalog, and I’ve been in America for a long time. You know, some people would travel, and it’s like, ‘Oh, they just speak English and don’t understand Tagalog anymore.’”
7. Fighting spirit produces staying power
“It is called ‘fighting spirit.’ Because during times when I am down, I always know how to go back up. That’s my secret to longevity. I am not a loser.”
8. Even “unusual” music can expand your soul
“[Even if] I’ve been recording ‘unusual’ stuff, it’s still classical. It’s like going to the flea market and finding gems [that are no longer being played].
If you’re not very good, you’re not going to manage to make it sound good. I mean, I sound arrogant, but that’s the way it is. It’s a lot of work.
[Like] American Nocturnes. It’s just beautiful stuff that you’re not used to hearing. But people should train themselves to hear other things because it opens their minds, souls.”9. Harness chaos to learn focus
“I was trained when I was seven years old. My mother used to [tell] my brothers [to purposely be] so noisy while I was practicing. She said, ‘Bother her! You know, the more you bother her, the better she will be!’”
10. Tap into the power of intermittent fasting
“I’ve always done intermittent fasting. One time, I actually didn’t eat the whole day, and [that was when] I played the best.
I played the piano concerto in Germany, and I was so pissed at someone. Somebody hurt me personally, it was something really bad, and it was one of the best concerts I did… without eating anything because I couldn’t eat. And I thought I would be really weak. It’s the way I am. But people are different.”



