Monthly Archives: November 2015

Legally Mrs. Handriyanto


Mrs. Legally Handriyanto

Two of my best friends were getting married this month. And as I stated earlier, I couldn’t be happier. The girl getting married had been a friend for longer than I could remember.

So, witnessing the whole part of the wedding last week, I started to reminisce.

Little girls imagined their perfect wedding scenarios even before they learned how to brush their teeth properly. Some would love to wear gowns heavier than their own weight with tiaras and such, while some dreamed of singing Broadway musical duet up on the stage with their soulmate. It’s kind of written in their DNA.


Well, not all dreamed of heels in early childhood.

Boys? They were much simpler.

The Princess Equation:

Prince + Sword + White Horse > Dragons + Witches + Impossible Tasks

But then, along the way, as I always said, life happened. And many of those little girls (and boys) chose to settle without all those scenarios and tiaras and dragons and what-not. It’s not always settling for less, just settling for something different.

Don’t get me wrong. Settling was good. More often than not, settling was the better way out. Sometimes, even, settling was the only way out. I respected all of you who settled. It took more than courage to do that.



But, some refused to settle. And of my good friend, this I could say. She didn’t settle. I knew that, more times than she told me, she was tempted. And honestly, for her happiness, I thought (and kind of hoped) that she would. Lucky for me, I wouldn’t be writing this if she did.

Last Saturday, she had it all. The prince arrived. And while there were no witches or dragons (well, actually, they were kind of there but nevermind), the prince did fought the modern personification of the impossible tasks. Most memorable for me was drinking something that would not pass even the Fear Factor. He could avoid it and still not lose his dignity. It was only a prank the bridesmaids pulled. But he finished it anyway. In the name of love, or so they joked.


The Prince, The Horse, and The Sword (in no particular order)

But that feat was not the end.

Later that night, the newlyweds performed the Broadway musical duet. That’s when the rest of the world knew for sure that the groom was the real deal. His hands were shaking, the sound system went bad, the band even hit the wrong chord, but he stood there trying to look confident fulfilling the childhood dream of his wife.

And I guess, that’s what you get for not settling.


Happy Wedding! We love you.

PS: I put the name of the groom as the title out of respect. You hit the jackpot, Brother. Enjoy the rest of your life.

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Posted by on November 29, 2015 in It's A Short Life, Photo Talks


24 November 2015

I ran across a Facebook note of a friend yesterday. Took her long enough to approve my request for sharing it.

Reading those words she wrote, I felt many emotions at the same time. Sadness and disappointment were surely there.

Why not write some more?

The answer were there as well.

… excuse, for sure.

I made excuses for not writing just as I made excuses for many other things. I even made excuses for making excuses. I’m the Great Excusesmith (not a word, save you time from googling it).

But strangely, I also felt a sliver of happiness reading all those words that formed an abstract, thinking to myself that that’s her. Definitely her (not my style, but enjoyable nonetheless).

I wrote my heart out.
Mostly to myself, because dude, why not?
What changes then?
So, life happens.

And among other emotions that I felt yesterday, I missed a lot.

I missed her, been a while since we last ate and drank coffee together.

I missed those times we called youth, when we were younger and carefree. When Oasis was still King and the brothers were still together (she wrote insets of Wonderwall lyrics between random ideas). Although, I did have the chance to see Noel performed in Singapore F1 Grand Prix back in 2012 (no envy, please!).

I missed taking pictures for fun and not for pay.

I missed (just as she did) using my right brain more and doing more than spreadsheets and presentations.

I missed many other things.

In the end, that note worked my emotions and I thought it would be a great share. See what it would do to others, to you.

Leave her a comment, leave me a comment, or anything. Just read. And then probably go write some.


why not?

Click here for the full version of the note.

Click here (semi-orphaned Facebook account) and here to know the writer better. Amid the obvious desperation shown in her writings, she’s actually a fun person.


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Posted by on November 25, 2015 in It's A Short Life


A Lover Boy’s Day


The Wedding Kiss

Two of my best friends were getting married this month. Not to each other, mind you, but to their respective partners. And I couldn’t be happier this moment thinking about both couples and how they proved that fairy tales still happened.

This person, with the photo up there, was the first.

Marrying his high school sweetheart after more than 10 years of relationship, this guy that I already considered as a brother finally earned his lifelong happiness. It wasn’t easy. Believe me, I knew. But not only he survived, he thrived. This lover boy held 120 or more monthly celebration of the date they got together, spent thousands of hours (literally) on the back of his motorcycle making sure his girl arrived home safely (mostly around midnight), worked hard every day of the week to provide everything the bride requested for the wedding, and God knew what else he did in the name of love.

So yeah, he earned this happiness. He DESERVED this. And may God grant him more in days to come.

Once again, congratulations Gerry and Janice. May each day find your hearts a little closer, your lives a little fuller, and your love a little deeper.

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Posted by on November 8, 2015 in It's A Short Life, Photo Talks


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