MY FIRST DIARY ENTRY OF 2026 Wow… just like that, it’s already been three months since 2026 started. How did that even happen? Well, hello again, guys. It’s me. I haven’t written anything here since December last year. Honestly, I kept putting it off because for a while I wanted the whole page to stay about Chewy—my senior dog who passed away before the end of last year. I still miss her a lot. I’m really sentimental like that. I didn’t want to replace her on the main page of my website. But months have already flown by. Very meaningful months at that. So here’s a whirlwind recap of the past three months. January: I finally released my book. Crazy, I know… and I didn’t even talk about it here. It’s such a huge milestone that I probably should be talking about more, but to be honest, I was completely swamped with events—both in my personal life and my career. I had my book launch and signing event, and it was very successful. I was honestly really touched because a lot of the people I met through conventions chose to support that event. I won’t yap too much about it since I already made an hour-long video about everything. If you’re interested in watching that, I’ll link it below! Then February came, and of course this month is all about love. I celebrated my wedding anniversary—well… on paper. Yes, on paper. Because apparently we were late registering our marriage. Honestly, after going through the whole wedding ceremony, I thought it was already understood that we were married. Haha! But you still need to register it with the government and make it official. We had our wedding ceremony on January 13, but we were officially married on paper on Valentine’s Day. We couldn’t think of another date that felt meaningful to us, so we chose that one. Very unique, right? But jokes aside, February was also a month for resting and preparing for everything coming in March. My husband, the artist Yins, also celebrated his birthday before the month ended. It was very intimate. I also had this idea to make a video where we answer the same set of questions every year to see how much we’ve grown over time. I thought it was a really cute idea. Then March arrived… and with it came convention season. I actually applied for two events this month, but after last weekend I felt so sore and exhausted! I think it’s because I hadn’t done conventions in months. So I had to turn down the last one for the last week of March. But I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining—I’m genuinely grateful for the opportunity to meet everyone. I just realized… I’m not getting any younger. Haha! The event I attended last weekend was Patrons of the Arts: Women’s Month 2026, celebrating women artists. I felt really happy being there because convention days are honestly my favorite way to connect with readers and supporters in person. It was extra special this time because Eyes See You is finally available physically. And not just one release, but two! I also released my first one-shot manga, Peripheral. I was really excited to talk about it with everyone, so if you were one of the people who met me at the convention and listened to my pitch, thank you so much for your patience. I appreciate every single person who gives me their time—and especially those who support me by buying my work. Honestly, I never imagined this would become my life after gaming. But I’m really glad I took the leap. Speaking of games… did you know I actually started streaming again? I stopped for two years, but I realized gaming is a huge part of my life. Completely stepping away from it didn’t really help me. Sure, it helped me focus on writing, but it didn’t give me an outlet. Games—and interacting with viewers—helped me heal a lot back in 2020. If it weren’t for streaming, I probably wouldn’t even be here doing all of this. I also met the love of my life through a game, which makes it even more special. So if you ever see me live, I stream on Twitch, Facebook, and sometimes TikTok too! Recently, I was also invited to be one of the content creators for an event called Otaku Pop Fest. I’m really excited about this because there will be a lot of anime and manga exhibitors there. Being one of the sponsored creators means so much to me. I’m not huge by any means, but opportunities like this remind me that my dreams aren’t as far away as they used to feel. Another thing I recently launched is my mail club called Red Letter. The name is actually a little play on words. First, it’s connected to Red, a character from my book. He’s known for track and field, but what most people don’t know is that he also works part-time as a mailman. Why? You’ll find out in the second book. 🥹 The second reason is the phrase “red-letter day.” In the song A Whole New World from Aladdin, it refers to a very special moment. That’s the feeling I’m hoping you get every time you receive a letter from me. Inside the mail club package, I decided to include five things: Character of the Month – exclusive content you won’t find at my booth Recipe – a real food recipe that the character likes Author’s Note – basically a love letter from me to you Lore – worldbuilding from the Eyes See You universe Secret Penpal – this is the one I’m most excited about! Subscribers get paired with another member to write letters to each other. I created this because I remember how lonely I felt during the two years I spent writing my book without streaming or playing games. I’ve learned the process now and I’m much faster at

CHEWY I wrote this diary entry for my dearest dog, Chewy. I used to call myself an “accidental mom” because of how God brought us together—but let me tell you her story. Chewy was just a month old when she was placed in a little cage on the sidewalk near SM Dasmariñas in Cavite. Simon, her original owner, was riding in a car with his family when he spotted her from the street. He begged his mom to let him bring her home. At that time, he hated living in the Philippines and wanted to go back to Bangkok where he grew up, but he told his mom he could handle staying here if they could take the puppy with them. She agreed, and he named her “Chewie.” He later returned to get her brother as a companion, but he was already sold. So it was just Chewy in the end. That was back in December 2012. By September 2013, when Simon and I got together, I met Chewy too. She already had three puppies—Hershey, Sparky, and Mucho. Their dad was a Labrador and she was a Japanese Spitz, so her boys were chunky but short. Chewy was incredibly smart and would even scold her kids when they misbehaved. The moment I met her, I fell in love with her cute face and clever personality. In 2015, Simon’s family had to return to their home country. They planned to bring all their dogs, but when the paperwork was being processed, Chewy’s didn’t go through because she seemed pregnant. Airlines don’t allow unvaccinated, possibly pregnant dogs to fly, and the vet said vaccines could harm the babies. But after waiting, we found out she wasn’t pregnant—just a little too chubby. So she stayed with me and my family for the meantime, and she was nothing but adorable. She never needed a leash, never bit anyone, and loved every animal we brought home. She loved chicken, understood everything, and was the sweetest soul. She also had a funny talent—she could sing on cue. Sometimes she would sneeze or pretend to scratch when she’s shy. She knew how to sit, never got impatient, and never showed aggression even if you took food from her mouth. She loved belly rubs. She was a natural sweetheart. When I became a streamer, I changed her name from Chewie to Chewy to match “Kweezy.” Simon agreed immediately. When Simon passed away in 2020, I fell into a deep depression. I asked my mom if I could move out and live alone because staying in the same room and same house we shared was too painful. It was during the pandemic, so finding a place was hard, but I had to leave. That’s when I brought Chewy to live with me—just the two of us for the first time. She became my companion. She saw me cry every day. Sometimes I couldn’t leave my bed from the grief, but Chewy would tap my feet or the edge of the bed with her snout, reminding me she needed to pee outside. I didn’t realize it then, but she was the reason I still got up at all. Some days I only ordered takeout to make sure she ate. And in her own funny way, she wouldn’t touch her food unless I pretended to eat it first. As she aged, she got hospitalized for peeing blood. It turned out to be UTI. I blamed myself because I wasn’t getting up normally, and maybe she held her pee too long. After that, I forced myself to change. I cooked and ate with her again. She became happy again. She even became my “streamer dog.” When I had to go pee, she had her own camera. She waited for me after streams and slept at the foot of my bed. She saw me fall in love again and get married. I prayed for so many things—and she stayed with me through all of them for 13 beautiful years. Until we found out she had cancer. Three days ago, my mom called. Chewy was scheduled to travel to my new house because I just moved, and we needed to check if she was still strong enough to travel. At the vet, she suddenly collapsed and the doctor had to revive her. My mom called me immediately. I traveled for two hours the next day, and when I arrived, I saw her on the table with an IV, so weak. I broke down the moment I saw her. All I felt was guilt and sadness. But even then, she lifted her head and wagged her tail a little—using what little strength she had left. She was happy to see me. The vet advised putting her down, but I wanted to hear from Chewy herself. I knew she would tell me. And she did. She looked at me like she wanted to go home. She even tried to get off the table, but she was too weak. So I decided to bring her home. And the moment she arrived, she seemed at peace. She peed, ate the dog sausage I gave her, drank water, and finally slept. I knew she wasn’t going to last long, but I prayed. This time, I prayed for God to listen to what Chewy wanted. I think He did. Tonight, around 6pm, my sweet Chewy finally rested. I just wanted to write this because she deserves every good thing—every kind word and every memory. It’s true: a dog really is a man’s best friend. I will never forget you, Chewy. I hope in heaven you finally get to be with Simon. Tell him I said hi, and that I miss him every day. Every time I see a chicken leg, I’ll think of you. Back to My Diary

LAST CON OF 2025 I finally sat down today after weeks of traveling, getting sick, and hopping from one event to another. Last weekend was my very last convention of the year, and I also took the chance to visit my brother in Pampanga as part of the trip. It was such a fun time, seeing friends and family gather and show their support. And honestly, Pampanga has so much good food everywhere. It reminded me of Thailand because it felt like all we did was eat. Camp Luna’s drinks were amazing. I had the best strawberry latte ever, and usually when a café specializes in coffee, the non-coffee drinks are just okay, but this one… they really know what they’re doing. Then we ate at Ramenyaman, which is literally across a gas station, but the food tasted like it came from a Michelin-star kitchen. The gyoza? I finished two whole orders by myself. best gyoza ever! this ramen is also fire! matcha latte for dad & strawberry latte for me and baby. Load More End of Content. Going to church with my husband, our kid, my siblings, my mom, and our churchmates made my Sunday feel extra special. I never actually experienced going to church as a family growing up, even though all the adults are asking me to believe in God. But I knew in my heart that I believe in a ” Creator” although I wasn’t sure which one. Now that I have my own family, it’s truly a blessing that I understand it more now. And I also saw how content my daughter was. I was happy even though we were late to my shop’s opening because I truly believe that when you put God first, He takes care of the rest. And I wasn’t wrong. The event turned out so successful that I was honestly overwhelmed. After the two-day event, my family even went bowling until midnight. I couldn’t join because my legs were dead (which I take as a sign that the event went well), but it made me happy just seeing them enjoy. We went straight home after, and I’m so blessed that my mom drove us back. She waited for my events to finish just so she could pick me up herself. Thank you, Mommy. I know I’m an adult now, but I still feel like a little girl when I’m around my family. This year alone, we did six conventions, three pop-ups, and one concert appearance. When I look back, I can’t believe how fast everything has been moving. Sometimes I overwhelm myself because slowing down never really feels like an option for me. Now that I’m home, I let out a heavy sigh looking at the unpacked boxes everywhere. We moved just a week and a half ago and the house is still chaotic, but the work doesn’t stop. I want to give my best to everything and make sure it all comes together the way I envision it. Growing up, I wasn’t allowed to say things like “our house is a mess,” especially to anyone outside the family. I don’t know if that’s something you experienced too, but ever since I became a mom, I honestly cannot remember what a completely tidy home looks like. I just learned to function in the chaos. And right now, that’s exactly what my home looks like. It’s funny because I write about demons and supernatural horrors, but it’s these simple, everyday things that I battle with the most. What’s even funnier is that we ran out of garlic, and garlic is essential for my family’s favorite dishes. So here I am, about to write a grocery list for tomorrow, but first I wanted to sit down and talk about all these random things. I think writing your thoughts is important. It helps you stay connected to yourself. In the coming weeks, we’re finishing production for our books. Book One and the Manga One-Shot are being printed at the same time, and we’re working hard to make sure they’re ready by January. It’s risky since the holidays are so close, but I spoke with our printing company and we’ll make it. At this point, I’m leaving everything up to God. I don’t want to stress more than I should. Aside from that, I’m doing the marketing, admin work, and website maintenance. It’s a lot, but I know it’s all necessary for the business to grow. When I started Eyes See You, I already knew where I wanted to take it: I wanted it to become one of the best animes of all time. I want to keep saying it until it stops sounding ridiculous to me. I don’t want to “be the best” to compete with anyone. I just want to tell a story so good it changes people. Anyway, I’ve been rambling, but I’m really grateful I have this space to share my thoughts. If you’re reading this, I hope you’re exactly where you want to be, or at least on your way there. GEN ₱ 500 > Iced Brewed Coffee or Matcha > Peripheral Lootbag Buy Gen Ad Ticket VIP ₱ 2000 > Iced Brewed Coffee or Matcha > Signed Eyes See You Manga Copy > Eyes See You Book One Copy > Exclusive VIP Peripheral Lootbag Buy VIP Ticket SUP ₱ 750 > Iced Brewed Coffee or Matcha > Signed Eyes See You Manga Copy > Peripheral Lootbag Buy Supporter Ticket EYES SEE YOU’S BOOK LAUNCH COMING SOON January 5, 2026 | 4:00 – 9:00 PM | Sine Pop Cubao Back to My Diary

PERIPHERAL As I’m writing this, I’m currently working on a calendar for 2026—three months before 2025 even leaves us. I know it seems quite early, but the dream of becoming one of the greatest anime of all time won’t happen by itself, and I have to develop certain habits. I know, it’s kind of weird to even say that, especially since I’ve been in and out of sickness the whole month of September. In fact, right now my sides hurt so much from coughing. My doctor said I ruptured the lining of my lungs, and I was like, “Woah… that’s possible?” Honestly, I’m just all over the place. Most of the time I’m thinking about Eyes See You, and the rest of the time it’s about family affairs I can’t just shake off. Because yes, I’m a mom and a wife. Those things are a part of me, so besides the fictional world I’m curating in my mind, this takes up a lot of space in my noggin too. So back to the 2026 plan. I’ve decided to make something HUGE happen. And when I say huge, I mean HUGE. Sometimes I even imagine Rizal when he was writing Noli Me Tangere, if he thought of it as something that would have him killed… But really, I think about that. Because what I envision for my novel feels kind of the same thing, but not really? Same as in, I want it to make a difference, but not really as in—I don’t want to get killed for it, if you know what I’m saying? But deep in my heart, I know I don’t dream of becoming the greatest writer of all time. I dream of becoming one of the most meaningful author lives lived. I’ve always prayed to God that if He makes me great, I will never take it for granted, and I will help as many souls as I can. I want to build schools that could help people like me—people who didn’t finish their studies but could just focus on dreaming, without the financial burden being the wall that blocks them. I want to put our country on the map. Because if Japan could do it, so can we. All these thoughts linger in my mind, and right now, all I can do is hope. But I swear, little by little, day by day, it feels like it’s becoming more and more of a reality. This August and September, I wasn’t able to edit or publish the videos I took from my past events—Patrons of the Arts, Collabs & Aesthetics. They got caught in between my sick weeks, and I just couldn’t bring myself up to do anything. But I’ll tell you this: those shows have been the most successful shows I’ve ever done, both financially and mentally. I was able to have so many wins because of the amazing people I met there, and it brought me one step closer to where I want to be. These people—both artists and con-goers—probably don’t realize how much it means to someone like me, that they’d lend me their ears to hear my pitch and actually support my love by buying my art. I can never thank them enough. I wish I could give everyone a tight hug so they’d know how big of a deal this is for me. I wish I could condense my whole experience and origin so they could really understand why this matters so much. Speaking of origin, that’s when it hit me. Back to the 2026 calendar I was talking about—I’m planning to hard launch my brand on my birthday, January 5, 2026. I’ll be turning 32, and me officially leaving the calendar numbers should have something special going on. I’ve always been lowkey about birthdays (except my wedding day, when I invited my guests and gave them a heart attack because they thought they were going to a birthday party but it was actually my wedding). But I thought, hey—you know what? A year in someone’s life is a huge deal. And I shouldn’t hide in the shadows for something as big as I ought it to be. So yes, this is all about that event. I’ll be real with you—I don’t have the whole thing planned yet. But since I managed to plan my wedding in a month, I know a lot can happen in three months. And I’m here for it. This is actually also an invitation to you. I’ll be leaving a form here where you can sign up, since I’m planning this event as invite-only for Eyes See You. I’m so excited to tell it all here, but until I know exactly what’s going to unfold, let this invite be it for now. I promise, when you sign up, you’ll know what’s coming. If I do end up charging for this event, it will only be to cover food and nothing else. I’ll also be posting a poll on how this should go, because if you know me, I’m all in for collaboration. This event wouldn’t even be possible without you. In fact, everything I do wouldn’t be possible without you. So hang tight—I’ll do this for real. Thank you so much for reading this diary entry. I know it stretched long and I yap a lot. But I’m so grateful for your never-ending support. BOOK YOUR SEATS NOW January 5, 2026 | 4:00 – 9:00 PM | Sine Pop Cubao Back to My Diary

MY GHOST MONTH I lost my voice for an entire week, right after recovering from the flu the week before. It was tough, especially since we’re in the middle of producing the Eyes See You One Shot Manga. As the writer, I don’t do the drawings, but I still need to explain the little details. And when you can’t speak, that becomes frustrating. Most days, I was stuck in bed with my phone, and sometimes I couldn’t even hold it because I was coughing too much. All I could do was rest and sleep. Even though this reflection is coming two weeks late, I still want to say this: First of all, thank you to all the artists I met at Patrons of the Arts. It was my first time attending, and I wasn’t expecting much, knowing how many talented creators were there. To be chosen as one of the artists to showcase my work was an honor. Becoming a writer was always my dream, and living that dream now still feels unreal. I’m learning not to discount my successes, because convincing someone to read a book you wrote, especially when it’s “just” an eBook and not a physical copy, is a huge achievement. I’m endlessly grateful for the support and kind feedback I’ve received. Writing has always been my passion, but like many artists, doubts often speak louder than belief. Not everyone makes it, and I’ve wrestled with that reality. But what I’ve come to hold onto is that my writing works because I rely on the One who called me to this purpose. I write because of Him. This was something I once dreamt of but never thought I’d return to. And yet here I am, brought back by God. After walking in so many different shoes, “author” was the one I never thought I’d wear. If you know my story, you’d understand the road here wasn’t easy. But I’m not saying this to rant… it’s simply a reminder that the road may be long, but the destination makes it worth it. Now it’s September, and I can’t help but think of the song “Wake Me Up When September Ends.” For years, this month has felt like my personal “ghost month.” It’s the month of my love anniversary with my first husband. The month he proposed to me in front of our families. And the month he passed away. For a long time, I avoided doing anything meaningful in September. I carried guilt for living when he wasn’t, worried people would think I didn’t care anymore if I moved on. But the truth is, his loss will always be part of me. What happened scarred my soul deeply. And yet, even when the days feel silent, creativity stirs underneath. Ghost months don’t mean nothing is happening; they mean seeds are growing underground, waiting for their time. I don’t claim to be wise. I’m just like anyone else, trying each day to become a better person. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned through all of this, it’s to never lose hope. Nothing in this world is promised, but the One who holds everything is not ready to let us go. And when your ghost month, or ghost days arrive, I hope you remember that too. Back to My Diary

OUR PODCAST SUCCESS AND A SWEET REVIEW I just wanted to share something with you guys—our very first episode of the CTRL + A Podcast was a success! I’m still deciding whether to upload an edited version of the livestream. Maybe I should? Livestreaming just hits differently. It feels like hanging out with friends, getting to chat in real time and hear what’s on your mind. Even if it’s just through a screen, it really feels like connection. https://kweezy.net/wp-content/uploads/2025/07/Title.mp4 To everyone who came, whether you’re a familiar face or someone new… thank you from the bottom of my heart. I also want to share one of the most touching messages I’ve ever received. I don’t take reviews lightly, but this one? It went straight to my soul. I cried. I’ve been dreaming of doing this for so long, and now that people are starting to see my work and connect with it… hearing these kinds of words reminds me how beautiful the world still can be. She was right about something, too: I’m a Filipina writer. I’ve always wanted to make a difference. Especially in my home, the Philippines. Not many people know this, but there were times I seriously thought about leaving. The struggles here… traffic, crab mentality, and so much more, made me want to walk away. I didn’t know how to fix any of it, but I tried my best to live honestly and not add to the problem. Then 2020 happened. A tragedy changed everything. I wanted to give up. I felt failed by the justice system. People turned against me without knowing the full story. I lost hope. But whether it was God, or just a tiny flame of hope left inside me, I stayed. I stayed because I have a child to raise. And like any mother, I want her to grow up surrounded by love and strength. I can’t give up on this country. Because despite everything, this place also gave me wonderful people. This is my home. My family lives here, my friends are here. Most of you guys are here. And art? Art has saved us before. Rizal’s words once awakened a nation. I want to believe that can still happen. I know I can’t do this alone, but I also know I’m never truly alone. God has always answered my prayers, surrounded me with love, and reminded me that my efforts mean something. So thank you. Yes, you… reading this right now. Whether we’ve met on screen or in person, I’m truly grateful our paths crossed. I hope we get to share more beautiful, fun, and meaningful moments together. ❤️   Back to My Diary