A vendor sorts ripe durian at a fruit stand beside Magsaysay Park in Davao City on Tuesday, July 21.
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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Wednesday, July 22, 2026
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Why do old people get tired so easily?
Im almost 70 and in great shape and as fit as a fiddle. I walk at a pace, carry heavy shopping loads, don't look my age, don't feel anywhere near my age.
I went to my doctor surgery recently and had several tests. ECG, blood pressure, Sats test etc and the doctor was visibly surprised when he saw me. “I expected a grey haired old man with a walking stick” he said. “Instead I see a fit, healthy man who looks no older than mid fifties!”. His final words were “ You will easily live to 100”.
Here's the strange thing. I never exercise or play any sports. I eat whatever I like and never diet. I often sleep only 3 or 4 hours a night. Im still slim and have a decent head of hair with very few greys. I never feel tired except for in the early hours of the morning. Im a full time carer and keep busy all the time. Im sharp of mind and often multi task. Maybe Im just lucky but I must be doing something right. Im never sick and cant recall the last time I had as much as a headcold.
I don't eat between meals and eat healthy most of the time. I cook most food from scratch and eat lots of veg and fruit. I bake all my pastries, cakes and biscuits from scratch. Only eat chicken meat and oily fish. Have the occasional beer or glass of wine. Drink breakfast tea and green tea and the occasional coffee. Keep my mind active every waking hour. I consider myself very fortunate.
For those negative people who have commented below claiming I haven't answered the question. My personal experience contradicts the questioner because I rarely feel tired. I was simply pointing out that not all people over a certain age get tired so easily. Clearly that never occurred to the snipers and jealous types who think that once you reach a certain age you should be as miserable as they are and suffering pain and discomfort every day!
What are the biggest culture shocks people face when they arrive in Germany?
by Emi Rina
1. Respect for pedestrians:
People stopped their luxury cars to let pedestrians cross the street even when the traffic light indicated otherwise. And they did it respectfully and with a smile on their faces, without getting angry. This was truly unusual for me, in a happy way.

2. Punctuality: Everyone respects each other's time. Trains and buses, the preferred means of transportation, are mostly on time (99% of the time). I could predict my office time every day with near-certainty. Living in Bangalore definitely makes time uncertain. :P
3. Drinking habits: People drink beer at all hours of the day, in the morning, before lunch, and even before going to the office. I had this preconceived idea that drinking was associated with parties or usually in the evening/night. My bad! :P
4. Leftovers: We used to get emails at the office like, "Leftovers from a kitchen party. Please help yourself." At first, I was shocked to see this kind of email. I wondered why someone who works for a reputable company with all the resources and means would want to eat leftovers from a party? But then I discovered that leftovers are usually part of the fresh, untouched food. And people have no inhibitions about eating leftovers. I, too, joined in several times afterward to eat leftovers again and again. :)
5. Free things and gifts: I've seen couches and other luxurious-looking furniture outside a couple of homes many times. I thought people were probably having their homes remodeled or cleaned or something. Later, I saw a message board that said something like, "We don't need it anymore. Feel free to take it if you want." (Not exactly, but something like that.) Living in India, where people usually cling to things, even my family, seeing this attitude was a new sensation for me.
Living alone in a foreign country for about six months taught me a lot about every aspect of my life. And I recommend everyone do it at least once.
Letting my curly hair flow wildly
By Maryryn Queenie
Most girls get hair treatments done during their teenage years or even in their 20s, when they’ve decided whether or not they love their natural hair. I got it at 6 years old. And I wasn’t even given a chance to like mine.
I vividly remember 14 years ago; it was a sunny afternoon. Like most children, I waited all day to finally be able to play outside. To fill my hands with mud and pretend to cook leaves. My mom, dressed, slowly approached me. “Aalis tayo, (we’re leaving)” she said as she took my hand.
After a six-minute jeepney ride from our barangay, I walked into a place where the sounds of hairdryers and multiple scary machines filled the space. I didn’t know what the place was. I couldn’t even read yet what the sign outside said.
My mom said, “Upo ka diyan. Magpapa-rebond ka (Sit down, you’re getting a rebond).” I sat there as people worked on my hair using smelly chemicals that hurt my nose and hot equipment that burned me multiple times.
And I did it every six months. For years.
My hair had always swirled like telephone wires. As much as I love playing with it (every time I pull it, it would bounce back to its original shape), it was the reason why I was different from the rest of them.
“Bruha!” “Kulot salot” and even “aeta” were the words I heard people say to me every day. And not only outside but by my own family.
That was the kind of environment I was born and raised in—loud, not with laughter, but with anger and hatred. Where people rejected progress and little children couldn’t even think to dream. I hated it.
It made me question, what was wrong with my hair? What was wrong with me?
As I grew up, I knew who I was and what I am for. I should never be like them. I made efforts to stand up for myself and all the injustices that came my way. But if you are a child, doing it all alone, it is impossible to be heard in all its noise. And if you’re a child, unheard, with no resources, it’s impossible to get help, especially professionally. Still, I persisted.
I studied harder and eventually became interested in politics and journalism. All this knowledge gave me even more courage to rise above where I’ve come from. It became my everything. It gave me a space where I was heard, a platform to make a change. I used it to speak up, not only for me but for others.
One pandemic night after crying to myself and being tired of everything, the urge of wanting total change electrified me. I stood in front of the mirror, steady with courage. There I saw a girl built on worn-out threads but was able to turn it into steel covered in roses — there may be thorns but she never failed to bloom.
I gathered my long straight hair and slowly, my hands trembled reaching for the scissors. I never knew the sound of scissors cutting into hair would be something that would finally bring light into such a dark place. I’ve never felt so alive and free. It was my own form of rebellion.
As I cut my hair, I also cut the shadows of my past and my poisonous relations along with it. And then tears started falling down. And for once, it wasn’t for pain but for the lightness I felt in my heart for the first time.
“Healing is the best form of revenge,” they said. I am now an independent 20-year-old woman and my curly hair also had its time to finally grow, flowing wildly into the rhythm of nature.
I graduated high school with nine medals while navigating my way toward adulthood. I managed to fly higher — in life and into the mountains of Baguio. I now live alone; I get to do everything on my own yet somehow, there’s always a smile on my face in each part of it. I am halfway through college with the best risks I’ve ever taken.
The daughter of emotionally unavailable people even found it in her heart to love … and be loved. Opening my doors to people took a lot of courage. I never trusted anyone, especially myself for that matter. Thankfully, I found Risha, Rica, Isa, and all my friends — the wind that inspired me to fly, especially in the most lifeless times. They made me realize that I was never too much. And my Sam, whose gentle and kind love made my rainy days full of rainbows.
And most importantly, I learned to be kind to myself … and to the little girl I once was. I now make sure to get all I need. I listen to my body. I work on my growth, empowerment, and healing. I take care of myself — not only physically but also emotionally and mentally.
To my 6-year-old-self and her telephone curls, life gets better. You can make it better. You will write your own story. You will decide your own hairstyles. You will be loved. You will be free. You may have had to grow up too soon, but you will find ways to heal the little you later. You will grow up into such an empowered woman who empowers others too. A soft universe awaits you. I am proud of you.
Life truly gets better.






