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A professor once told me, "You weave magic with your words." Hi, world changers! I'm Grace, 31. I started this blog when I was 17. I write. I speak. I dream. I'm nostalgic. An idealist. A daydreamer. A storyteller. A time traveller. A low-maintenance lifetime friend. A lover of people and of stories. A collector of memories. An old soul with a childlike heart. I love learning from people from different walks of life and building relationships with them, but deep down, I'm a hermit at heart, recharging by spending time alone. (MBTI: Ambiverted INFP-T HSP) A BA Communication Arts graduate from the University of the Philippines Los Banos, I majored in Speech Communication and minored in Writing. UP Model United Nations and UP Project for Asian and International Relations are my organizations. As a student, I worked as a freelance writer, events host, and part-time tutor to Koreans. I interned at DZJV 1458 RADYO CALABARZON and ARTIST, Inc. I now work as a Reputation Management Specialist for SOCi at KMC Solutions. I'm a lover of music, food, musical theatre, creative nonfiction, arts, travel, literature, fashion, photography and film. I advocate for mental health, anti-bullying, social entrepreneurship, and Sustainable Development Goals particularly SDG 16 (Peace, Justice and Strong Institutions), SDG 4 (Quality Education) and SDG 10 (Reduced Inequalities). You can travel the world in style without spending a lot. Join me in my journey. Let's make dreams happen through God's grace. :) Follow me on Instagram: @alwaysgraced

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Well what can I say?

It's been a beautiful May

Thankful for this month's days

And claiming it'll be a better June by faith

Thank you Lord for the moments you orchestrated

Both the planned ones and unexpected

I appreciate the beauty each day brings

With You in us, there are always blessings

I surrender June and the rest of 2026 to You

You are Mighty in power, Your love endures

Excited to see all that You'll do

Let Your will be what I will always pursue 💞

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On Bittersweet Endings and Beautiful Beginnings

If I had to give today a title, this would be it. *insert thousands of words in my journal*

End of an era, start of a new one, and strengthening of a steady friendship that helped me grow in so many ways. Lord, thank You, and I surrender everything to You <3

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I'm not married, but yesterday, it felt like I had a "Renewal of Vows." Not with a man, but with my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

I first prayed the Prayer of Salvation when I was in Grade 2. It was either in 2002 or 2003 when Tita Eva led me in prayer at our old house in Dasmariñas, Cavite. Back then, I had not fully understood it yet, but on February 18, 2006, I attended a Transformation Revival at COG Dasma. That was when I fully surrendered my heart and life to Jesus, hands raised and tears falling rapidly. I considered that my spiritual birthday moving forward.

Yesterday, 20 years and 2 months later, we prayed the Prayer of Salvation again at Elim Communities' Pathways Life in the Spirit Seminar, and I re-surrendered my life and heart to Christ. It was tough because there are parts of my heart that I feel scared to surrender, but I asked for the grace to surrender them. What they say is true: it's easy to accept Jesus as our Savior, but the willingness to obey Him as our Lord is a different story. And that's what I cried to God yesterday. Lord, help me to obey You as my Lord. Search my heart and cleanse my soul. Let all my thoughts be pure and pleasing to Your eyes. I surrender every struggle, and help put my complete trust in You.

Some of my biggest takeaways from yesterday's retreat:

- God's love is like an ocean, it has no end.

- Even if we have let God down, He will never let us down.

- The Holy Spirit is like a socket. We can plug anything into it and we will receive power in whatever aspect of our lives.

Two of my biggest prayers were

-being able to surrender my Dad's life to the Lord, that I should not be anxiously forcing God to let him live up to 105 years old. I can still pray for that, in faith. But I should surrender to God's will and be ready to accept whatever His will is. (so scared to pray this!!)

-being able to wait for the right man God wants for me, in His perfect time, and keep my purity until marriage. I'm single since birth, but temptations are everywhere, and even the mind is a battlefield. But I pray for purity in every sense of the word—including thoughts and emotions.

I also realized, whatever religion we're in, what truly matters is having a personal and intimate relationship with Jesus Christ. In 2006, I was at a protestant church. Yesterday, it was a Catholic community. Guess what, same Jesus. I am so happy that there are also communities in the Catholic Church that are like the churches I grew up in as a child. I was born Catholic, then converted to Born Again for 15 years, then went back to Catholicism during the pandemic—but maybe that story is for a different post.

Overall, I am truly happy with where I am now, and my heart's longing is to grow deeper in my relationship with God—deeper than ever before. Since His love is like an ocean, we will never run out of new revelations as to who God is. We can never fully know the vastness of God and His Love, and that's what makes it more beautiful. Lord Jesus, I pray You show me more of Your Love and teach me to love the way you love us. In Jesus' Name, Amen 🙏

Happy Easter, everyone! Christ has risen 💞

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15 years since my high school graduation :">

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POV: Your friend went to Baguio and got you your fave Mikasan, strawberries and a bonnet in your favorite color 🤗 These really mean a lot. 🥹 Thanks for remembering me, Kuya!!!! 🙏

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2007 To 2014 Beverly and Grace: From Biking Days to Travelling The World

Seven years ago, you taught me how to bike. I used to do it as a kid but I never were able to use the one with only two wheels.

But March 23, 2007 was such as memorable Friday. Not only was it three days before our very memorable Graduation at Orchard Palmer Hall, but it was the day when I finally learned to let go of the four-wheeled kiddy bike. We were Grade 6 back then, very young and very naive. I bet, those days, we had no idea that seven years after, we will have a different kind of life. I had a lot of tries before I finally learned how to do so. Thankfully, you were the best friend who never gave up on teaching me and demonstrating to me how it actually worked. Just like you never gave up whenever I was down, judged, and persecuted. You always told me that I could ride that mountain bike of yours, just like you always told me that I could surpass every trial I faced in my roller coaster, novel-like elementary life. (which would otherwise be very empty without your presence) You were the person who stayed with me through thick and thin, whether I’m fat or thin. Oops. Wrong. You knew that since you first saw me when we were Grade 2, I was never thin. Uhm, yes, until now. Haha. Maybe in 2015 I will write another article like this and I’ll put a note about how we changed–and I will include my weight. FINALLY. You told me that I have to let go of my fears so that I can make it straight. Your green gates were witnesses to all my flunked tries. HAHA. Do you remember when you used to catch me whenever I almost fell? You told me never to look down and just trust–those were the times you held the bike. Until now, I cannot believe how you managed to bear my weight. I regret that I wasn’t able to count my tries before finally learning how to ride a mountain bike, that could have given more poetic effect on this one. LOL. And then, there it was. I was able to ride that bike!!! Trust me when I say that I really felt this was a bigger achievement for me than me being the speaker of 2007’s Valedictory Address (which made me cry right after I mentioned your name. Beverly I. Arcino) I remember last April 2 of that same year, we biked from Phases 1 to 5 of Golden City. That’s the effect of March 23, 2007 to me. And I owe it all to you, Bestest. Much as I want to make this a book because you are always worth writing about, I can only do a blog post for now with an average length. And so let me talk about today, March 23, 2014. And the things that happened between 2007’s and 2014’s March 23 in a few paragraphs. Oh yes, I will try my best to be concise. HAHA. We entered high school in different schools already. It was tough, you know? Living without you? It was tougher than what I thought it would be. We met new friends along the way. I had a freshie bestfriend which betrayed me by the schoolyear’s end, you had a group of real friends from the start. And I was soo happy that you never had to experience my traumas as a high school freshman. Our high school lives continued. I met Anna Theresa Borja in HRSDC. You met Kaye Villanueva in RC. We had new bestfriends, but it was so amazing how we managed to stick until the end. You went to La Salle Dasma, I went to UPLB. We’ve had new barkadas again. We’ve had more experiences which didn’t include each other in their respective plots–a reason for other friendships to grow cold. But no, ours was different. They are actually reasons to look forward all the more to seeing each other because we have more stories to share. For you, more dogs coming in your house, and for me, more food in LB and more crushes which we “codenamed” through school supplies. I thought June 18, 2004, our anniversary, will not be the same as the next June 18’s. Wrong. Every single step of the way, we shared the same security that no one, and no kind of spectacular friendship which we will soon find those times, can ever ever water down the IMPACT of each other’s place in our hearts. We saw how our elementary batchmates changed, just like we did. We saw them change to each other, too. After all, high school is generally really the most fun ride a student would ever experience. But I am thankful that, THOUGH MANY THINGS AND PEOPLE AND FACTS CHANGED AROUND US, NOTHING ACTUALLY CHANGED BETWEEN US.Except that, our friendship grew deeper. God brought us closer to each other despite the fact that we only saw each other for three or four times when we were in high school. (one or two times in 2008, May 28, 2009, October 23, 2009. Then next, we were already college by July 16, 2011 when we celebrated the debut of your elder sister, which is also my friend, ate Monica) Looking back, I realized, I never lived without you after all. We were never apart. No, not a moment. We were just taught by Jesus to value each other more; He taught us the value of real togetherness. It’s not exactly about going to the same school or college together, or me making sandwiches for you or you bringing Knick Knacks for me so we could have our daily picnics in the classroom whenever recess came. It’s not about singing with our songhits and song books whenever the teacher’s outside, or us playing the Tic Tac Toe every Friday (do you know that I kept all of our papers? :3 It’s so sad I don’t know where they are now) while everyone else decides to go to the playground and, malamang play… It’s not about us being able to exchange over five hundred letters from 2004 to 2007, or about us Trick or Treating with our hands held together while all of our classmates used two hands to open their candies and lollipops. It’s not even about us writing so fast just so we can win our daily lecture note-taking race when we were in Grade 5. HAHAHA. It’s not about all of those things. Togetherness, only happens in one place: the heart. And I must say that ever since you went to Rogationist College and I to different schools since that June, that’s when, ironically, we even became “MORE TOGETHER.” Today is March 23, 2014. And today, you made me realize that, just like biking, you will never give up on me and I will never give up on you. We will never give up on what we have and ALWAYS will have. Today, we see these pictures. Of our current selves :)

Above shows a happy Beverly in Virginia USA!

While here’s a happy me in Massachusetts USA. Haha.

This was us seven years ago, wearing our togas. And I bet, we weren’t able to foresee that God, the Author of our friendship which will last until Judgment Day and Eternity, had written moments like these seven years after. When we were in Grade 4, all our letters contained were our love expressions, clinginess, dreams and childhood wishes especially this one thing: Sana hanggang Grade 6 magkaibigan tayo ha, yung bestfriends.“

You don’t love violet, don’t you? HAHA. Best of friends nga tayo :3 Mine was a pink suitcase though, and a blue passport holder.

Today I see these pictures, and I just can’t help but be super proud of you! ON THE JOB TRAINING IN VIRGINIA. GO MAKE THE PHILIPPINES PROUD :) SHOW ‘EM AMERICANS HOW PASSIONATE WE FILIPINOS ARE! BESTEST, KAYA MO YAN. KAW PA? Today, you made me realize that just like biking, I just have to never look down what might make me fall, but just look straight ahead.

This was me in New Jersey, "holding” the Statue of Liberty. LOL. Thanks to my awesome uncle Jhojho Baquiran for taking it.

With my fellow Filipino delegates. Woohoo, #PILIPINASREPRESENT

A fun moment when I was treated to Shake Shack by a Harvard student. Finally, today, March 23, 2014, Beverly, who my December, 24, 2010-self described as my “Irreplaceable Childhood Bestfriend” taught me, that just like biking, I just have to let go of my fears and trust. For God, the center of our Forever-Friendship, will enable us to ride our circumstances in a straight path–that leading towards Him. We both don’t know what the future holds for us, but there’s one thing I am sure of: We both know that Jesus wrote More Wonderful Moments for us in the years to come, not only in the Philippines, but Around The World. And those, will be, better than our irreplaceable memories of childhood charades, Tic Tac Toe Fridays, Elementary Trick or Treats, Daily Note-Taking Races, noisy picnics, or songbook moments. Our future will even be better than that day, when you taught me how to ride a bike. PS. I love you forever.

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19 years ago 💞 Extra nostalgic again 🥺 I love you, Beverly!!

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Glowing Inside - Nikki Gil

Just cried after rewatching this. Today, it's been 15 years since this song has been almost the entire Philippines' graduation song. It wasn't my batch, but I attended the ceremony since my parents were the official photographers of the school. Songs like this remind us how blessed we are to have our moms and dads who love us unconditionally.

March brings a ton of memories it's overwhelming. I can't believe how fast time is. 💓

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20 years since and I'm listening to this song nonstop 🥹 Nostalgia overload 🥺🥺🥹

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It feels like yesterday when I was celebrating the first decade of knowing Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Savior. Now it's been another 10 years. Happy two decades, Lord! You're my first forever 🥰

This was my post about 10 years ago. Thank you, God, for Your faithfulness and grace 🥰💞✨ Help me fix my eyes on You no matter what season I'm in. I love you, Jesus!

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2.14.26 - Back to being kids again for a day ahahahha!! Thanks so much Sunbaenim (Kuya Peabo) for this past weekend. Had so much fun!

We're supposed to be with our friend, Ate Marc, but she got sick huhue so dibale balik na lang tayo guys pag ok na si Ate.

Ang saya saya maging bata ulit!! Super answered prayer na may playground for kids for all ages as in noon ko pa dream yarn.

Minsan nga gusto ko mag baby sit sa mga tulad ng Kidzania para kunwari nagbabantay ako ng mga paslit, pero yung totoo naglalaro din ako AHAHA.

Buti na lan nagsend si Kuya Peabo ng reel about Fantasy World samin ni Ate Marc mga a few weeks ago, tas sakto alam din ni Ate kung nasan to (SM East Ortigas), so we made it happen ahahaha. Naku Atee dapat talaga kasama ka na next time (para di lang ako yung babatuhin ng bola ni Kuya sa ballpit xD)

After Fantasy World, Kuya and I went to Fully Booked. He bought a book written by one of the thought leaders we both admire, Sir Eugene S. Acevedo. We often discuss his insights whenever we're brainstorming ideas. Kuya Peabo is not just my friend, he's also my mentor hehe (hence I sometimes call him Sunbaenim, or the Korean term for senior or mentor).

Thank you Lord for this happy Valentine's 2026 ahahaahha. I may not have a Valentine but at least I have a friend I was able to spend it with hehheeh mabuhay tayong mga single wahahahah who said you cant be happy, complete, grateful and single at the same time?????? ahhaahhaha ok wait ang haba na nito maipost na nga LOL :)

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Throwback Thursday: JS Prom 2011 at Hyatt Hotel [Part 1/2]

So I posted about my first Prom Night last February 5 in its 5th anniversary, and this time, I will be talking about my first Prom Day! HAHA.

Holy Redeemer School of Dasmarinas, Cavite held their JS Promenade at the Grand Ballroom of Hyatt Hotel Manila from 11 AM to 6 PM last February 11, 2011. This above is a portion of the huge hall.

Here, I am with some of my Star Section friends who are also my co CAT Officers :) On my right is Justine dela Cruz, my Associate EIC, and Mary Rose Rodriguez; while on my left is Angelia Cordova. Hi, ladies! :)

A picture with Ronald Sabijon, one of my juniors :)

This will be a series of two posts because there are over fifty pictures haha. Guess how I divided it? Of course, the time I wore my second outfit will be the cue ;) 

The following are photos from the start–my make up artists, the Cotillion de Honor, early program, and buffet dinner. Pictorials, too. So hi guys, told you I will upload them! Just took me 4 years though :,3

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Ten years since my JS Prom during senior year!!! Take me back to 2011 huhue. The inspiration for my hair here was Taylor Swift’s hairdo on her Love Story music video hehe. Sigh, how time flies

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Reblogging again because it has been 15 years since our JS Prom when I was a high school senior! 🥰 How time flies and I feel so old now 😅 But I know so much more beautiful memories are ahead of us, self 💞

Thank You Lord for wonderful moments we can reminisce throughout our lifetime 🥹

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Exactly 10 years since one of the biggest miracles of my life—Philippine Airlines gave me free roundtrip tickets to New York so I could represent the country at Harvard Conference as a top ambassador. Sigh, and I just remembered this song which touched my heart so much that time: In My Heart, I Know My Savior Lives by Bukas Palad 🥹 It reminds me of God’s faithfulness and of how He can do the impossible. If He did it before, He can do it again. And not just in the context of sponsored airplane tickets, but in context of everything. Nothing is ever impossible with God. Lord, I pray to write more about these for Your glory 💞 Thank you so much for everything!

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Happy Dipsy Day :3

Dear kuya Dandan, I know you didn’t greet me on my day and that’s fine.

But do you remember December Nine? (2013)

It was our Green Day at UP Model United Nations.

You are our Batch Leader, and we are Patria et Amor.

We first met last December Four.

Your first text was “Hi Grace. This is Dan. :)”

That Wednesday, I was totally clueless that I will meet someone that will add so many colors to my already colorful life.

You are Dan Paulo Benitez Flores, BS Statistics, and I am BA Communication Arts. You are older than me.

But December 9 made The difference.

You called and I went to CPark to see you..

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Wrote this when you turned 22. Fast forward to today and you're now 33!!! Whoa. We are so low-maintenance now but I love you just the same. Happy birthday, my dear Kuya Dan!!!

Always,

Your kinakapatid and your Everdeen Holiday (ahahha)

PS Here was our cover of Dati 12 years ago!!

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Throwback Thursday: Exactly 5 years after my first JS held at Manila Pavilion Hotel #PromDiaries

One of the things that make high school life really memorable is none other than, PROM! And, after waiting for so long, I finally had the chance to join JS for the first time. Here am I with CAT Officer Sir Virgilio Magtalas, now my kuya Beber haha. He is one of my favorite Seniors.

This might be the most unforgettable moment of the night for me since I always looked up to ate Tony when I was just new to Holy Redeemer School. June 2009, that is. I saw the article about her in The Quest. One of the information about her is that out of over 200, she was chosen to get the Key of Responsibility. 

And a year later, there was me, chosen out of over 200 juniors as well :) I feel so blessed.

She was also the Editor In Chief of the above-mentioned paper. 

And, I followed her again when the next term came. :)

Waaaah ate Marie Tony Dy :)) One of my favorite inspirations from Holy like kuya Norman Gatdula, HRSDC Valedictorian Batch 2009 and San Beda College Valedictorian 2013.

The best thing about prom is you get to have fun with your friends in an informally formal way. Haha. Hello, 3B girls! Cheers!

On to the outfit: my heels were FIVE inches high! Thanks to Figlia. My silver gown was bought at Baclaran 2 days before Prom night, and I had to miss classes for it whoops. I went to the practice though when I came back . And, can you believe it? My shoes had the same price as my gown! Haha. 

My peg was princess-like feels, hence the Tiara, gloves which are always a must for me in such events, and all that glimmer. I love how unique this gown is when it comes to texture, it is like what you use when you pack roasted chickens haha or that candy foil :3

Here are more pictures of the night with my friends:

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Eight years ago!!!! Where did the days go? Time flies. This night is still vivid as ever.

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SIXTEEN YEARS AGO 🫣🥰 Naurrrrr time is so fast, it always has been. I listen to So Close and Waltz and everything starts flashing back 🥹

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Words are like hugs, not everyone is ready to receive them—and that's okay. (Thoughts on people pleasing, loving better, and my new year's resolution this 2026)

I’ve received feedback from some of my friends that I’m a people pleaser. Well, I once was. I struggled with saying no, I kept putting other people’s needs before my own. Whenever I'd get disliked, it would bother me.

But for a few years now, I believe I’ve already overcome that. I no longer need to please everyone and get validation from every person I encounter. I can be unapologetically me and just welcome those who fully accept who I am. Today, I only value the opinions of the people who matter to me. If I’m not liked by other people, and they’re not my friends nor close family, I honestly don’t mind. I've heard some who don't like me or make fun of me behind my back, but it does not affect me anymore. What matters is I'm still surrounded by love from the people I cherish.

But here’s one comment that stuck with me as to why he thought I was a people pleaser. My friend said I keep on saying “flowery words” when I don’t have to. He thought whenever I said things like “thank you for everything, thank you because this or that, I appreciate you a lot, I trust you, I’m sorry” he thought whenever I say those, it’s because I wanted to please people.

And that’s where i stood my ground. I explained that whenever I say such words, they’re not meant as embellishments. I say them because I mean them, because they’re from my heart. I don't say them to please people or get validation, I say them because it’s how I truly feel. I am always sincere, appreciative, expressive, genuine and I have a soft heart, and I refuse to see this as a weakness.

I thought to myself, I can't help this. If those words are flowery, then my mouth is a garden. A garden full of flowers that blossom straight from my heart. And the more I love you, the longer my messages and letters will be for you. I can write you letters every day and I will not ever run out of words to say. Why? Because I love you.

But this led me to my next thought.

Words are like hugs, not everyone is ready to receive them. Remember how we’re told that we should hug with consent because not everyone is comfortable to receive physical touch? This same friend made me realize: words are the same. I can't give them to everyone I love, because as they say and as research has proven time and time again: we all have different love languages.

Now imagine this with me. We all have containers for each of these love languages. So there are quality time, words of affirmation, physical touch, gifts, and acts of service. We have a container to give and receive for each of them. And as for me, I have a very huge container to receive these love languages, and also huge containers to give words, quality time, and gifts, too. But what I want to focus on here is the container for words. Just because I have a huge container to give words, doesn’t mean I’ll shower words to all my friends. Some have a smaller container when receiving words of affirmation, and that’s okay.

Even if I love them so much, I will do my best to exercise restraint when expressing my love for them, because just as water spills when too much is poured to a small tub, the love we express will also spill when we pour too much to a small container. Instead of pouring too much on them, let’s match the love languages of our friends. Are you also a garden of appreciative words? Pour those to your friends who also have huge containers of words of affirmation.

To some, expressing love often diminishes its value. To some, less is more. I was told that if I often express appreciation, it loses its meaning. I should rarely say them, my friend said. I understand he has a point, but that’s not the case for me and some of my other friends. Just a few examples, Kuya Jimson has been my friend since 2015 because of HPAIR Manila and Harvard conferences. And throughout these 10 years, we often said I love you and I miss you to each other, and to us, the frequency never lessened the value of those words.

My Apa, or my Dad, we say I love you around 10 to 20 times a day, and not once did it ever lose its value.

Ate Maan and I became friends since 2023 through Bumble Friends app, and our friendship has always felt organic because our communication style fit each other so well. We sent each other 10-20 paragraphs every two weeks or so, and she said it was like having a pen pal, very old-school. Gradually, our friendship grew and it’s turning three years this July. She’s one of my most expressive friends, always telling me she loves me as her little sister. Did it ever diminish the value of I love you just because she often says it? Never. It actually emphasizes the feeling, and magnifies how we mean to each other.

The bottom line is, again, it depends on the person. Not everyone will appreciate the words pouring from our hearts, but that is perfectly fine. And just to emphasize this clarification: if some of our friends have a smaller container than our containers, that does not make us any better than them, and it does not make them any less of a friend. It only means we are different, and we love differently.

So what do we do? We adjust how we love our loved ones, in an effort to love them better. Which leads me to my last thought for this video.

As for my friend who does not appreciate my expressive words and long messages, it’s okay. I will do my best to meet you where you are, control myself from saying how I really feel even if I love you very, very much, not because I want to please you, but because I want to learn how to love you better.

And I figured, I will do this to all my friends. I will analyze you guys, see what makes you happy, and where you feel more loved. By the way, wanting to make people happy is different from pleasing people. Pleasing people is seeking validation and is coming from a place of lack, while making people happy is coming from a place of love. We are already full of love, to the point that it overflows, to the point that we just want to share that happiness with the people who matter to us.

So that’s my simple resolution this year: Love better. I want to learn to love my family and friends better, love myself better, and of course, love God better (as they say, we love because He first loved us) When we love the way God loves us, that's when we start loving others, and ourselves, better.

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If you've read til the end, what takeaway resonated most with you? 🤗 Or can you relate to any of this? Were you also described as a people pleaser? Which of your containers is the biggest one or the smallest one? Are you part of the 'less is more' team or do you prefer frequent and vocal expressions of care? What are your love languages? Are you also a "garden of words"? (yeah it sounds like the film ahaha). Or maybe there are more reflections you'd like to add. :)

Wherever our hearts are right now, I truly hope we all face the new year and all the years ahead from a place of love 💌

Merry Christmas and a blessed 2026 to us all!!! ✨🎄🌻

Credits: The first research on love languages is based on Dr. Gary Chapman's work (The Five Love Languages: The Secret to Love that Lasts, 1992).

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Lord Jesus, we surrender 2026 to You. Every moment, every day, every hour is Yours. Excited to see how Your will unfolds. May this year bring us closer to You 💕 Praying for more beautiful core memories and stronger relationships with the people you put in our lives. Praying to magnify Your love in every conversation and deed. Praying to love better, to love like You do. Praying to be good stewards of every blessing You entrust us to have. In Jesus' Name, Amen.

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Thank you, 2025, for being so beautiful and memorable. Full of core memories. My heart is full and happy. This blog hasn't documented most of that but in reality it has been such a great year. It started with a challenge that lasted for a quarter but Dad and I were able to overcome it and we emerged stronger, and had great moments and blessings. Can't wait for what God has in store in 2026! 💞✨🙏

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!! Lord Jesus, our lives belong to You 🥰

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Hello, I know I have been so inactive here and I haven't even been able to edit my age on my bio. It still says 28, I'm 31 now 😅. But I just want to say, I'm getting extra emotional tonight as December is fast approaching. 12 minutes from now, in fact.

November has been so beautiful and full of core memories, and I realized so was the rest of this year. And I know, the best is yet to come. God truly writes wonderful moments in our lives, no matter what the season of life we are in.

2025, thank you for being such an amazing year. I will miss you, and I will savor your last 31 days before we say hello to an even better year—let's go 2026!!!

Lord Jesus, I surrender every moment to You. Thank You for the people You put in my life. They make life so much more colorful and meaningful. I pray we get to have more decades to spend together—my family, friends, especially my Dad (Apa) who is turning 75 years old 5 days from now! What a milestone. 💞

This blog contains less than 1% of how great 2025 is, but I'll do my best to be more active here next year so I can give my future self something to look back on, too :) To more memories and moments to cherish 🥹

So there, just being extra sentimental now. Bring it on, December 🥰 Five more minutes and we're in the best month of the year again 💞✨🎄