Doing right by my dog.

 

<Sigh> How many times have I written about them, and how many times have I turned it down. I know—not every ugly thing that happened to you must be published. Could it be part of my experience, as what journalling is all about? But must it be private? Or is it just the typical me who loves to share happenings in my life? But for now, I need some advice. The blame was on me. They were all pointing at me. Here’s the story:

A five-time unpleasant thing happened to me that I was to be blamed for. I was the submissive. Anything for the dogs—I was so down for it. Am I that naive or embarrassed that I shouldn’t own a dog in the first place if money was the problem? Yes, you heard it right. Most of our complaints and issues were about money after all.

At the first incident, Molly, the German Shepherd, was having water retention. My father, who was the original owner of our GSD, summoned me to take Molly to a vet. I’ll make a brief summary of every incident; I don’t want to make it long and dramatic.

Inside, the vet was convenient—no queue and air-conditioned. We were assisted fast and nicely. Okay, now listen. I am not against any doctors, but we were unfortunate with this one.

The attending doctor was consulting a senior doctor in their clinic. That doctor on the phone was Molly’s original doctor, PVC (Primary Care Vet), who attended her before. I know nobody’s perfect, especially when they’re in practice—probably a fresh graduate or recently licensed.

The doctor couldn’t determine what made her bloated. Could it be blood? Urine? Food? Or just water? The doctor failed to grab a sample from the paracentesis process. So I was so stupid and didn’t know how to talk well (bad side of awkward-weird-introverted me).

The doctor successfully convinced me to get an X-ray. The doctor analyzed that it was all water and then billed me for 4k or 3k, I guess. (I do not want to upload any pictures, even the receipts, for documentation or proof to avoid defamation. I just want to tell a story.)

I didn’t have enough money for such a hefty amount. I called my father, and he scolded me and frustrated with the entire situation. He withdrew money from a nearby ATM and asked for a discount because he was the owner and a senior. He successfully convinced them, and the doctor overrode the receipt. We were like, “They can price the process?” I don’t know, readers—please do tell me.

After a few weeks, it was quite upsetting to know that it really was just water because Molly’s PCV doctor did the paracentesis successfully. Just for an X-ray, we had reached that painful amount without yet her medication.

For Molly’s next visit, it was still pricey; it reached 4k due to medicines and a CBC that indicated high SGPT (liver). My father asked for a discount again, but it wasn’t granted this time because the long and fatiguing process of paracentesis was already free of charge. I don’t know with them; they used a small injection to suck the water out.

Courtesy of photo from this website. Vetoxhealthcare com

The second incident was at the same visit as the third. I happily messaged them about returning a box of Doxycycline. They had excessively given it out based on how many times Molly should take it.

Together with the third incident, both Molly and Mickey were there for the anti-rabies vaccine. Molly is turning one in a few months, but she wasn’t vaccinated for the first time. Mickey was for his booster. We were there for free—a gift for Christmas.

Her PCV doctor suggested on our attending doctor for taking the 8-in-1 shot, which could prevent Molly from leptospirosis, especially since we live in Metro Manila. So I said yes again and was convinced it was actually good, knowing GSD dogs are mouthful—they will put anything into their mouths. After that, we were asked to go back the next week for her anti-rabies shot.

Wait for the third incident—when we went home, just wait.

While in the waiting room, the doctor computed the amount of medicine we got a few months ago against what was written on an old receipt—they wronged me. Instead of being a good Samaritan for returning excessive medication, the tables were turned against me for having a debt with them. AKO PA ANG NAGKA-UTANG, T*NGIN*. XD

I was there for a free anti-rabies vaccine, and now I paid for the 8-in-1 vaccine and paid the debt they suddenly came up with. 

How was the calculation? The prescription was for 60 tablets. The computation should have been ₱25 per tablet, but the doctor misread the box as 10 tablets per box, so I thought of having 3 boxes for first 30 tablets, but were 90 tablets in total. Now, I've completed this prescription of 60 tablets for 2 boxes (so no need to buy more) and suprised to a one box left as unused. Instead of receiving money back, it turned out to be so expensive per tablet. 

Our first receipt written for 3 boxes was ₱750 (₱25X30=₱750), which they gave me initially. Now, when I returned one box, it turns out 60 tablets for 2 boxes that cost ₱1,500. You see, I was short ₱750 months ago. What if I hadn’t brought my wallet for the sudden debt and the additional 8-in-1 vaccine? From my perspective, it’s not my fault, and I had the right not to pay it because it was already written and signed by them. I agree with my father. This bill reached to almost ₱6K.

And now, when we went home, here’s the BLAMEEEE. I was wrong again. They insulted me for being manipulated, naive, stupid, weak... "mahina". Okay!?

The third incident was the vaccine. Yes, the explanation here is that they are doctors—they should’ve known that a rabies vaccine is more pivotal as a priority than any other vaccine. The logic here is: what if Molly suddenly encountered a rabid creature—probably a cat—which can jump from wall to wall or from our gate and on the way home? It can’t wait another seven days for her shot. She could possibly die.

My father said, “Para lang may benta ngayon.” He even fumed badly when he found out about the Doxycycline incident. He insisted that they should not have made me pay for the lacking amount the doctor demanded.

You know why? IT WAS ON A RECEIPT FROM A FEW MONTHS AGO. Then I suddenly realized he was right. It’s not my fault that the doctor made a mistake in giving out the medication and on our receipt. It was already written. It was filed in the monthly reports. It had doctor's signature before it was handed over to me—a certified document, true and irreversible. (Sigh.) All of my opinions will be in the last paragraphs.

For the fourth and fifth time, hoping that it would be the last, I was planning to take Molly to a vet due to her diarrhea—her tummy issue again. I came first and talked to the attendant who assists dogs while the doctors do their work. I told him that we would be there later when there was no queue. He agreed with me and said, it would be less inconvenient for us.

So around 11 or 12 a.m., my brother took Molly out and went back so quickly with frustration. He told me that there was an additional 600 pesos emergency-time fee—and it was their graveyard shift. He also told me that they were given an exact price without even initiating the consultation. He fumed out his frustration.

So I tried to get some sleep, and I even ignored everything—ignoring him, even Molly’s concerning behavior. I was told by the price and suddenly convinced by my father and myself to go out and bring her. Same situation: I was given a price—600 for emergency time, 1,500 for CBC, and 1,000 for GIA.

I surrendered to the price, but I told the doctor, “Wala pa tayong magagawa diyan?” I was referring to her CBC results. I wasn’t clearly sure what I said before, but the doctor said there was. I almost agreed to the GIA, which would cost an additional 1k for nothing, and thank God he didn’t insist on having this test done for Molly.

Thank God there is available internet nowadays—you know why? GIA-positive is viral, and if Molly has it, Mickey could have it as well. Researched by my brother. 

While waiting for the medicines and the receipt, her doctor came down after surgery. It suspected other diseases aside from her history of having high SGPT. Molly was showing signs of pacing—she was swaying left and right. Her doctor added new medication, like a heart supplement, to our bill. The doctor said she might have heart problems if the liver results were good for now. Molly had been pooping water for a week and I thought of it as a good sign because her water retention reduced so perfectly. 

And now, I paid everything with small amounts of medication so that we wouldn’t run out of funds.

Okay, now here’s our frustration. Ugh!

If you’re going to ask me truthfully, I don’t care about every expense that was made—except for that fucking Doxycycline. I just realized that it was so wrong to oblige me to their fault, their mismanagement. It was already signed, and that was already the receipt. It wasn’t my fault if the doctor failed to calculate everything on that paper. I was so frustrated at myself that I didn’t realize this instantly. I could have defended myself against it. All I hear was insults at home.

Take note that it wasn’t the cashier doing the receipts—it was the doctors. After writing everything on paper, we were told to pay at the cashier, then handed the receipt over the counter. I told you, they were the ones pricing and adjusting their services and products.

For the first incident, okay—probably it was their first time or their first year in practice—but it wasn’t fair either. Not just because we are the owners, we should really expect responsibility for what we planned like adopting. Most abandoned pets are neglected due to vet pricing. You guys were totally expensive, and I feel sorry for poor souls who were just given up by their owners.

I know you deserve good pay from your respected careers, but in this very situation, we were unfortunate to be scheduled with you. I feel sad for less fortunate families who want to rescue strays or save their pets. It’s just so timely unfair. We’re on tight budget too.

For the third incident, I already said earlier that I don’t know—readers, please educate me on this. Was my father right in making the anti-rabies vaccine a priority over any other vaccine? Because I think he was. His friend kept asking if Molly was given a shot already, but it was always delayed due to her continuous medication.

I think I agree that the anti-rabies vaccine should be the first thing before the 8-in-1, because you see, this wasn’t about money at all. The other vaccines are essential too and could save us thousands of pesos and multiple medications that could harm her internal organs from too much medicine. I’m down with that. It’s even my expense, and not my father’s. So, if it weren’t for me, Molly wouldn’t have been given the 8-in-1 shot til now. I don’t know why they didn’t like it.

For the fourth incident, they could have helped their customers a little bit by reminding us of things beforehand. If it weren’t for the queue, I could have brought Molly quickly just to avoid the 600-peso emergency fee. They didn’t tell me.

And lastly for the fifth incident, I’m sorry, doctor—you just suspected her with heart disease. From my perspective, I would prefer a proper diagnosis before additional treatments. It seemed to me that more tests should have been done before giving extra medication. Even the CBC didn’t indicate the need for your additional medication for her. My brother refused to let me complete her heart supplement dosage. Well since I believed on them, I bought some for few days and yes, I only went back to complete her antibiotics.

Here’s my final opinion. Readers, I am just a simple person like you who doesn’t have any medical background. This is purely our side and opinions, so please no hate—we’re all willing to be corrected. I own the mistake; it was totally on me—the debt, the additional vaccine—and I wasn’t even earning anything at all.

This poor GSD happened to be hated by everyone because they were shocked about how to raise a high-energy dog for the first time. I took her as my own, like I was the owner on paper. I bathe her, I clean her ears, I feed her, I cure her wounds, we sometimes walk and I —ONLY THE ONE, who buy treats and toys for them. Our dogs, our lovable pets, and any other animals we care for—they don’t complain about their feelings to us unless it’s severe. We only see symptoms, so whatever the doctor says, of course, they’re knowledgeable in their chosen career. They’re licensed to do so; I really believed in them. I followed their advice.

But there were instances when your own intuition or senses could detect anomalies from your experience and situation. These doctors don’t rely on what they don’t know. Like us, we rely on CBC results or other tests before making judgments about what’s going on. We even realized our own sickness and our own way of healing. For Molly’s case, I finally figured out what was causing her water retention and high SGPT. It was her poor behavior and eating habits.

I noticed rice-shaped pieces in her poop. Without my cousin’s expertise—he is also a doctor—we wouldn’t have known all of this, (It was like great awakening). It’s a typical GSD behavior to eat excessively and play with their mouths. I know she had eaten insects before, which caused the white, rice-shaped worms—flatworms.

The bloating caused her high SGPT (liver). That was probably inflammation from being bloated or from the worms inside. And now, since the day we figured it out, we never went back for the same issue, and she never had diarrhea or water retention anymore.

To sum it all up, I just don’t like the way they could have helped us more instead of drilling us down, because these types of clinics are truly expensive.

Heading to a new vet clinic for her
 epileptic seizure as for second opinion.
Decided by my father.
Her repeatitive diarrhea had ended for a long time
before we went here. 

We changed to another vet clinic with someone more senior in his career. He told us, “Mahina nga apat na libo diyan,” and “Yung iba uuwi na walang gamot kasi test pa lang, ubos na.” His clinic is like a simple home—no air-conditioning unit and not really looking like a clinic at all. He didn’t summon us for a CBC before giving prescriptions. His consultation fee is only 300 pesos. His Doxycycline tablets were 10 pesos each, while the some clinic charged 25 pesos each.

The best thing that our previous vet have is free consultation; no wonder it’s a bit expensive. The doctors, staffs, rent, and etc. I am not totally against them—just please, can you help us a little bit? Would that be too demanding to ask for?

Veterinarians are really expensive because they are few and private. It’s still a profitable business, and if it’s not owned by a doctor, hiring is a challenging one.

Once again, I wasn’t planning to write this and had already turned down one dramatic Facebook post about them. If it weren’t for the blame and insults at home, I wouldn’t feel bad at all. It’s for Molly, and I want to take care of her, so I hastily decided without the consent of the true owner and payor—my father. Well, the next time they will have violent reactions on our next appointment, I'm done. "Sila naman next time ng may experience sila mag-analyze."

Writing this won’t change anything, but maybe it’s a call for the government to finally establish at least one public veterinary hospital. A voice for the voiceless who are under the care of animal shelters operated through donations. And a little help for irresponsible fur parents who refuse to take pets in, even a bit.

From my business and investment career, what I learned for every loss in a way was always a "Charge to Experience."

A call for everyone—please, let’s help one another. 

*Honestly, I want to write something and I want to keep on writing. This made me do it. Totally have given up on this but I just want to write. Don't want any harm but was totally a heck of an experience. We still went back to our old vet when Molly started new illness, an epileptic seizure. I realized that their lab test has a different company name. Could that be an additional expense?

Dear doctors, — still, thanks for your service.

If you see this story as potentially defamatory, I’d like to say it’s meant as feedback from a client’s perspective. I am not weak nor even naive so, don't blame me. 

I Went for a Free Anti-Rabies Vaccine — I Didn’t Expect This”

Yesterday, our five-year-old dog bit me again. Not badly. Not the first time. But it brought back something I thought I had already buried.

February 13, 2025 Mickey's bite.

So I got bitten again — by Mickey.

Molly is in heat, and Mickey has become so aggressive; he wouldn’t even stop following her. I intervened and tried to slow him down because Molly was eating her meal. That’s when I got bitten, even though I knew he might catch me — he was just too fast. And that’s when I remembered the incident with the city’s free vaccination program at a health center.

Here’s the story.

I was already bitten several times by Mickey and Molly. It happened countless times, and I didn’t bother checking myself. My brother told me that you only get infected if a suspected rabid dog has already passed the virus from its brain down to its saliva. They would die within 14 days.

Our dogs never went outside to catch any virus, and they were vaccinated — of course, that’s a must. I didn’t die, and I’ve been bitten for over five years already. Mickey is turning five, and Molly is turning three.

Old bite of Molly.

The shocking incident in our lives happened two years ago. It’s memorable for all of us because it was the first time.

When our neighbor was hired to mend and paint our walls, he got bitten — not a full bite, probably just a scratch from the teeth. I failed to grab Molly quickly enough. I thought she was just trying to sniff him, but he got bitten on the lower back when he turned to see who was behind him. Molly noticed the unfamiliar smell and face for two seconds. I was stupid to trust her. I didn't managed to grab her for that two seconds. God.

After that, I told my father that I would accompany him to the city’s free vaccination program because people were convincing me to get a shot after that massive bite, which had happened two months earlier.

We immediately went to the health center that was conducting the program. Unfortunately, it was already closed at 1 p.m. We were advised to come early in the morning to get in the queue. It was far from our home, but it was certain we could get a shot because there was a non-family member who needed it for peace of mind. I only did this for him.

It was a good thing too, because he didn’t have any government ID. Like, seriously?! His National ID was delayed, and he was still waiting to receive it. So he had to go to the Barangay Hall for certification that he was a resident of the city.

On that day, we arrived and had our documents photocopied at a nearby sari-sari store. Luckily, we had a car, the health center was way too far from home and my brother slept in the parking lot because the queue was already long, and it was getting hot by 8 a.m. Like, OMG, I hope you won’t hate us for this inconvenience.

The first queue was for the second or third dose, before people like us who were getting the first dose could be attended to. We patiently waited until we got inside the health center for the second queue just outside the clinic’s door. After several minutes — which still felt like a long wait — our batch finally got in.

There was a short introduction before our batch started receiving the first dose. The doctor introduced theirs and began educating everyone about rabies. Doctor even included its frustrations with patients. There were two of them, and I like to refer to them as “it.” Only one doctor spoke until the end. Most of the talk was about its frustrations. Some patients were throwing hate and foul words at the doctor.

The doctor said that they were doing this because they had good heart and wanted to help people. "May PUSO" — repeated several times. (Kindy funny, was writing this on Valentine's Day. XD) They didn’t receive good money for their mission. They weren’t doing it for a salary or anything. I think it was just to reduce their irritation toward us — venting out. It said those patients had been scolded them badly because of the queue and thought the program was for free anti-tetanus shots.

Some parts of her story I’ve forgotten because all I could feel after that day was the humiliation directed at me. But before that, there was a patient who had just come from San Lazaro Hospital and got denied the vaccine. They were told to just monitor the pet for 14 days due to limited vaccine supply. It wasn’t a bite, just a scratch from a pet, and they were there for peace of mind.

That hospital, already well-known for AFFORDABLE ANTI-RABIES VACCINES that discouraged them and sent them home. I was right all along!!!

And now it was my turn. The doctor asked me where the bite was. I told her confidently: “Dito, dito, eto, tsaka toh.” I responded humbly. Its reaction startled me, like I had done something serious to deserve such an overreaction. Then it asked me when it happened. I answered calmly and curiously, maybe like a child, because I hadn’t cared at all about the other bite. "Last week kaya kelan bayun? I said. I am not sure about the dates. 

This started to make me feel uncomfortable. Doctor responded in an irritating tone: “Aba, malay ko sayo…” It was long, loud, and unprofessional. Sounded like mocking me. Its body language was tense — elbow on the table, hands clenched, face turned away from me while gripping its hands. I forced myself to lie immediately because I felt attacked. I was so uncomfortable that I wanted to leave and refuse the free vaccine due to humiliation.

After injecting the first and my sure last dose, it even gave me the worst response of the day: “IKAW HA, AYOS-AYUSIN MO YUNG PANANAW MO SA HEALTH EDUCATION AH!" I calmly said thank you for the dose before leaving, giving a short, long and quiet reply: “Siiigeee.” (exasperated tone.) I had to be honest that wasn't the exact statement but I remembered the words. 

You see, I understood why people were throwing hate at them. They probably triggered by the doctors too. I was part of the last batch, and what I received was their collected exasperation from those previous batches. Even our neighbor said, “Ewan ko sa kanya, ang dami pa niyang pinagsasabe.” Take note that he didn't hear our conversation. It was a different doctor who attended him. And now he didn’t want to go back for his second and last dose too.

I didn’t know what made him feel that way, but if it really weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have been there at all. He felt irritation in that place too. So, we never went back. Both of us misses the 2nd and 3rd dose. I don’t really want to go back. Why would I? To hear about their heroic, self-chosen mission and their anger? May puso daw. How can you even say that to everyone — that it’s an act of a pure heart — while you have the guts to humiliate me? You should perform with full professionalism, especially when educating your patients.

Why? Is it because it’s free and most of the people here are poor? Does your license give you permission to speak like you weren't belong on our level? 

And yes, after years from the incident, I got bitten again, and again, and again. Did I die? Then San Lazaro Hospital and our knowledge about rabies were right all along!

I wrote my story about my first charity hospital experience in the Orthopedic Hospital, and they were all nice and humble. But in this health center experience, I didn’t know what to say to them. I didn’t really know what happened. As much as I want not to hate them but let's leave it to the thought that I don't really know what happened. I was shocked too. Can we really expect that this is one of the public’s concerns regarding government services with unapproachable attitudes? How about you people? 

https://carmnescence.blogspot.com/2019/12/my-charity-experience.html

As always, all of these events truly happened. I’m not writing to harm anyone or attack anyone personally — this is simply to raise awareness and concern because this is a real issue. This is not professional. This is not the right way to treat people who are paying taxes. This is not public service, and this is not an act of a pure heart fulfilling a mission.

Once again am I overreacting or too sensitive? Energy doesn't lie and I'm not stupid.

BUT WAIT—PLEASE READ THIS! 🚩🚩🚩

Do NOT interpret this as advice. This is only for my story and my personal experience.

You are dealing with the rabies virus. Do NOT take any risks like I did; even though my brothers didn't mind their bite wound too, this doesn't mean we have all same like incidents.

There is no cure once symptoms appear. If symptoms have already started, it is most likely too late for prevention.

Remember: there is NO cure for rabies.

*The pictures of the bites above are only examples taken from multiple bites we received from our two dogs over the years. I also consider the small wound caused by a poke from Molly’s teeth on my upper lip, which happened years ago, to have been dangerous because of its location. Despite all of this, we are all fine for now.

*All identifying details have been intentionally concealed to avoid defaming anyone or any place. The focus here is on the incident itself. This account is based entirely on personal experience.

Starbucks Story

“Another story to be told. It’s funny how the LGBT community screams for equality when they don’t even practice it toward everyone. We were cut in line. He even proudly said to the people in front of me, ‘Thaaank yooouuu, Kuuuyyyaa.’ We had already been there for several minutes. You could have just started over and queued behind us.

Acting educated by overusing slang English and trying to look aesthetic, yet being insensitive and foolish. There’s no reservation when you fall in line. It’s a first-come, first-served basis. It’s not my fault if you weren’t even ready to order at that moment. Damang-dama yung feeling sa SB—hindi naman bagay.”

...

In addition to this thought, my brother told me that they could have probably left instructions with the people who were supposed to be in front of me—but my explanation was already loud and clear.

The first guy who intentionally cut the line was not there for a few minutes, and at that time, it wasn’t even queuing yet; we were the last in line.

“Konting utak at hiya man lang sana, noh—na wala nang validity yung pinaalam niyo, regardless kung ito’y totoo.”

Cringe and grimace were the feelings I had to control on Christmas Day. Their overly slang, pasosyal, and OA Taglish was actually nauseating. Like—God, please stop trying so hard to look aesthetic, because your manners and values are no longer aligned with what is considered a sossy place.

Why am I writing this? Am I that butthurt? No—silly. Nobody likes being cut in line, especially when it’s done without even facing you, as if they didn’t care about their actions. As if they could proudly slap people behind their backs, treating people confused like they didn’t deserve an explanation or even basic respect.

Funny how LGBT equality is screamed like a slogan, while basic courtesy and decency are treated as selective and conditional.

I just spent additional waiting time they gave on Sb's mouthwatering display. Glad I enjoy vlogging. 

CMF by NOTHING. Lazada Phone order.

Have you ever tried risking your money on a new brand—especially one with a bizarre name for a gadget in modern times? The brand is NOTHING. Yes, that’s the actual brand name. We bought its sub-brand, CMF, similar to how Huawei has Honor.

Yep, you heard that right. 😂 It sounds like nothing serious at all.

We bought it on Lazada for ₱12,000, while mall shops sell it for ₱18,000. How fascinating is that?

We’ve been buying appliances from Lazada, and everything has gone well—no complaints, no issues and "all" is paid via COD. We’ve purchased an air fryer, a coffee maker, a 2k cheapest Samsung and even a tablet. I’ve already made video reviews for two of them, and I also have a separate written review for the tablet.

So it wasn’t mine—it belonged to my brother. I only used it to test it out, and I had already been researching it before finalizing the purchase. So far, everything has been great. The camera quality is excellent.

And here are the Lazada standardized comments about its performance:

Expandable storage up to 2TB. (lets you insert a memory card (usually a microSD) to add extra space.) 

✔️Keeps your phone running faster by not filling up internal memory.

DUAL SIM with 5G Gigabit support. (Can connect to high-speed 5G networks.)

✔️Better network flexibility. 

✔️Faster browsing, streaming, and downloads.

5000 mAh battery for long usage. (5000 milliamp-hours (mAh) means the phone can last a long time on a single charge.

✔️ All-day battery life even with heavy use

✔️ Longer standby time

✔️ Less frequent charging

Minimalistic OS:

✔️ Clean design

✔️ Simple menus and layouts

✔️ No confusing extras

✔️ Easier to use for daily tasks

A minimalistic OS focuses on usefulness and speed, not clutter.

No Bloatware:

(Bloatware means pre-installed apps that you don’t want and can’t remove.)

No bloatware means: 

✔️ Fewer unnecessary apps

✔️ More storage saved

✔️ Faster performance

✔️ More control over what apps you keep

Clear camera fluid display.

Clear display — sharp, bright screen with good colors.

Fluid experience — smooth animations and responsiveness.

 ✔️ Colors look accurate

✔️ Movements and transitions feel smooth

✔️ Better quality experience overall

Responsive of opening apps and software.

(Phone reacts quickly when you open apps or switch between tasks.)

✔️ Apps launch fast

✔️ Smooth multitasking

✔️ Less lagging or freezing

This often comes from good hardware (CPU/RAM) + optimized software.

Camera:

50MP for the main cam, 

✔️ Higher megapixels let you crop images without losing clarity.

50MP for Telephoto (Detailed when zooming.)

16MP for Front cam

✔️ Sharp, clear selfies.

✔️ Good for social media and video chats.

✔️ High enough resolution for background blur (portrait selfies)

And 8MP Ultra-wide cam:

✔️ Wider angles mean you can fit more into the frame

✔️ Great for scenic shots or architecture

✔️ Slightly lower MP but useful for context and space

CMF by Nothing is the accessible, colorful sub-brand, focusing on core design and value, while Nothing is the premium parent brand, known for innovative transparent designs and higher specs. By Ai Google.

 

New price as of now.

C1 Technology is from overseas, China. Trusted anyway, clicked and ordered. As same as the tablet we bought recently but in a different shop.

My emergency phone, a Redmi, was bought for ₱13,000 at a mall. We later realized that there was an additional ₱3,000 markup for the so-called down payment, even though the SRP is only around ₱10,000.

Due to extreme stress at the time, I went ahead and bought it anyway—and regretted it later. Huh. How stupid.

Better be vigilant in any upcoming promo dates, because even Apple can be discounted at 90%.

So yeah, getting ₱18k-level specs for only ₱12k?  The Nothing CMF Phone 2 Pro is a sure win.