Dear Evil Mother,

I grew up with people that told me, that at a certain age, a generation gap would exist between us and that it would be difficult for you to “relate” to me. I grew up with classmates who thought it would be normal to grow apart from their moms. 15 years later and I still come home missing the talks we used to have after school. 15 years later and I still find myself downloading the songs we used to listen to when I was younger because they remind me of you. 15 years later and I still brag about you to my friends whenever I can like some 5 year old. 15 years later and you’re still my best friend.

25 years old and sometimes I feel like I know what I’m doing. Sometimes I feel like what you tell me is a rehash of conversations we’ve had long ago which is why I realized, being with you the past few days, that despite my age, there is something I will always learn from you and there is something you will always be able to teach me. You have always supported my dreams. Despite the fact that very little has changed with what I want to do with my life, there has never been a day where your belief in me has faltered. You have always pushed me to be the best that I can be and because of that I am so close to achieving all that I have hoped for and all that I have dreamed of. I would not be here if it wasn’t for you.

The past weeks have been rough considering how much you had to go through and you cannot begin to imagine the conflict I felt treating other people or assisting other people in the hospital when I couldn’t even take care of my own mom. Despite that, you always understood that I had to go, that I couldn’t stay with you while you were confined because I had duty. Half of the terrible things that happened, you had to face alone while I had to assist people I barely knew with problems that weren’t even half as serious as yours. I’m  very sorry, you cannot imagine how terrible it feels. You have always been there by my side regardless of whatever you had on your plate. You would always drop everything for me and I couldn’t even do that for you. I couldn’t even stay with you ’til they took you to surgery because I had to go help a bunch of strangers.

I also learned a lot about compassion. You have always been such a brave and strong woman but even if you look scary, you are also incredibly kind and compassionate when it comes to helping other people. I remember telling you about my patients who were, what seemed to be, hopeless cases and how it brought tears to your eyes. I remember you talked to me about how I should treat my patients. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that.

It gets so easy to succumb to the idea that the people I deal with will eventually die. It gets so easy to see your patient as their disease. A mother of 4 could easily become “50/ Female/ Diabetic Foot” or a veteran grandpa becomes “80/ Male/ Chronic Kidney Disease”. I’ve only been on duty for 2 months and I already forget that I’m dealing with people, with lives and that they are not their disease. You make me want to know my patients better. You make me care about them and about their lives and how they live. I will never forget that talk we had because that is what it truly means to be a doctor and it’s too early in the game to lose sight of what really matters. Thank you for reminding me of what I’m really here for.

I look up to you a lot. You may not realize it but I do. I wish I could see people the way you do, filled with compassion. I wish I could be as brave and as strong and as kind as you are.  I wish I could be, even half the person you are. I love you so much momma!

It was always you and me when I was growing up, and it’s still you and me, and that will never change.

Love, Trish

P.S. Get well soonest! ❤


Dear Evil Mother,

It’s around that time of year again when people are apt to share some sentimental photo of their mom with cheesy captions on Facebook or Instagram. I could have done the same thing except for 2 things:

1. You refuse to have me put up a photo of us on facebook because you don’t know how to smile*

2. I want this immortalized in my blog, instead of lost in my 2014 timeline.

How do you thank someone who kept you snug and cozy in their womb while you leeched of their nutrients, who delivered you in pain and blood and sweat and tears, who taught you your first words, who helped you with your first step, who answered more than a million questions only to be followed by a torrent more?

How do you thank someone who stayed by your side regardless of the foolish decisions you made, who listened to all your problems and then some? How do you show gratitude to probably one of the 2 people who really loved you when you were an angry teenager and hated everyone and everything including yourself, who didn’t get tired of reminding you over and over and over again about all you needed to learn about life and who wouldn’t stop pushing you to be the best you could be, who believed in you and your capabilities even when you no longer believe in yourself?

There aren’t enough thank yous uttered in the entire world to show gratitude for everything you’ve done and continue to do for me. I may not say it on a daily basis but my mind wonders to you more often than you can imagine on a daily basis and I think to myself how lucky I am to be born your daughter. If I had a different mom, I would punch her in the face and go find you.

When I look at you, I wonder to myself if I can ever be half the person you are today. You are so headstrong and brave and confident. You are smart and funny and you also have a lot of common sense (something rare nowadays, which is something i obviously lack). You are scary most times but at the same time very kind and caring as evidenced by the way you treat other people. You are compassionate, patient and understanding (with poppa). It was always you and me when I was growing up, and it’s still you and me, and that will never change.

You have taught me everything and made me who I am today. You are the strongest person I know and I will always look up to you. I love you forever momma. 😀 Happy Evil Mother Day.   HIgh 5 for giving birth to a legend.

* of course im putting a picture




P.S. I miss you already. 😦

P.P.S. My eye is red and itchy.

P.P.P.S. Too late, I scratched it.

Love, Anakis



Bear’s First Swim

I’m leaving for Cebu again in 2 days and there was so much left on Elmer’s to-do list that was left unchecked, so we decided to crash through them and prioritize whatever we felt should be done. Today, we took Bear to the beach for the first time. We have always made it a point to take our dogs, when they’re around 3-4 months, to the beach because apparently, not all dogs can swim.

“When it comes to swimming, canines generally fall into one of three categories. There are those that can swim, those that can be taught to swim and those that should steer clear of all aqueous environments.

Some dogs may have the physical capacity to swim, but have a mortal fear of the water nonetheless. These animals tend to panic when submerged. For a dog in water, panic quickly leads to fatigue, which makes drowning much more likely.-Animal Planet

90, being my first dog, was taken to the beach at 3 months. I felt it might have been to early for her since the first time we took her, she didn’t take to the water too well and ended up splashing around near the shore. The second time we took her, she seemed more excited to see the water and began fetching her ball whenever we threw it into the water. She would swim by herself all the way to the deep end ’til she became a tiny black speck in the horizon, before she began to swim back to us on the shore.

Vodka, we took to the beach along with 90. He was around 3 months when we took him and 90 was a year old. 90 loves the water so she swam ahead of him and he followed. Clearly, he did not enjoy swimming but he just had to be near her so he swam next to her, but he would panic and climb onto us whenever he was in the deeper areas. Vodka isn’t the best swimmer but he can manage himself in the water and he knows when to go back to the shore.

Bear, being a golden retriever, should be most comfortable in the water.

He was scared of the sound of the waves crashing on the shore and he didn’t want to get in at first. Elmer had to coax him into the water but he’d pull back every time he heard the waves, which is why we decided to keep his leash on.


He would test the water a bit and then back away into the shore. Elmer decided to carry him into the deeper part so he can paddle a bit and get the feel of being surrounded by water. After a few minutes, he got the hang of it and was swimming back and forth. I had no plans of swimming which is why when I packed, I didn’t include extra clothes. I was in denim shorts and a decent top and I ended up swimming with Elmer and Bear. I have to say, I had a lot of fun. I did not expect to go home wet, sandy and salty but it was great.






This is easily my favorite photo of Bear at the beach. He kept making huge splashes, and I was glad to be able to get this shot. 🙂




Bear is quickly becoming such a big boy. At home, he gets carried all the time because he’s the baby and he loves that. He just stays in your arms quietly while you rock him back and forth and sing a nursery rhyme. That was when he was around 3 months and he weighed around 9.8 kgs (but that was the start of his 12th week, when he was around 12 weeks and a half he turned 10.4 kgs), now that he’s 4 and a half months old, he weighs around18-19 kgs and is difficult to carry. Looking at the photo below, he looks really big. 🙂 I love the color of his coat and I hope he gets to be as big or bigger than his dad. 🙂


Bear wouldn’t go after his ball but then when he finally did, he didn’t want to let go.




He fell asleep on our way home but we woke him up to give him a bath since today is Friday which means bathday for all the dogs.

I think I really am inclined to using Sergeant’s Gold over the Sergeant’s Skip-Flea and Tick Oatmeal shampoo. It smells better and is less flaky. I was planning on doing a review on the shampoo but then I didn’t want to eat up the little time I have left at home doing a review on dog shampoo. 🙂


I do, however, plan on doing a review on several treats I have tried with all my dogs. That should be interesting and quite lengthy considering all the treats we’ve tried, tested and given to all our dogs, I thought it would be a good guide since a lot of people ask me about treats.

I don’t really know how to end this post so I think I’ll just stop writing and go cuddle with Bear and Vodka.

Hand, foot and mouth disease: First vaccine.



The first vaccine which protects children against hand, foot and mouth disease has been reported by scientists in China.

The infection causes a rash and painful blisters, but in some cases results in brain infections which can be fatal.

A trial involving 10,000 children, published in the Lancet, showed the vaccine was 90% effective against one virus which causes the disease.

It does not protect against other viruses that result in the disease.

Viruses can cause large outbreaks of hand, foot and mouth disease. In 2009, there was an outbreak in China involving 1.2 million people. Nearly 14,000 people had severe complications and 353 people died.

Groups of researchers in Jiangsu province and Beijing tested a vaccine made from a deactivated enterovirus 71 (EV71), which causes the disease.

Two jabs were given to children between six and 35 months old. They prevented 90% of cases of hand, foot and…

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