Happily Ever After

This is one great love story. Almost like a fairy tale. But this story isn't mine to tell. This is the wedding of Jun and Agnez. I have been blessed and was given the chance to handle this event. And God has been so gracious that He has given us a sunshiny day, a pink sunset, a starry evening and lots of love in between.

This all happened last May. It's funny how the event that took place three months ago seemed to have happened only yesterday. Perhaps the people who have been witnesses to the couple's marriage remember this occasion vividly. I for one remember how magical this day was. I remember how this day was so special because it was overflowing with love, not only from the couple, but also from their friends and families, from the people at the resort, and from everyone who made this day possible.

Love, the kind that lasts forever, is not always easy to come by. It's not always rainbows and butterflies, not always smooth sailing and sunshiny weather. But when a relationship withstands even the coldest and harshest of seasons, you know it's for keeps.

Photos by Mark Cantalejo shot at El Nido Resorts

To Travel Because You Want To

To move, to run, to swim, to fly
To get lost and to find yourself at the same time

To feel boundless and free
To take on an endless journey

To open up to all the world has to offer
To marvel at all of nature's wonder

To sleep under the stars and
To frolic under the sun

To savor the moment or
To capture it in a photograph

To make wise decisions, stupid mistakes and lasting memories
To find inexplicable peace and happiness and
To chase after some more of it

To know that life is not so meaningless,
And that life itself is an awfully big adventure



Video by Mervin Geronimo

Where Do We Go from Here?

There’s this secret beach off the coast of Batangas. I can’t tell you where it is exactly because if I did, it wouldn’t be a secret anymore, wouldn’t it?

I was with my high school friends and we spent one Saturday night traveling from Cavite to Batangas in search of this elusive paradise. It was one of those biglaang road trips. And there we were, without any certain plans.

Once we got off the highway, we made our way into the town; and towards the beach, there weren’t exactly any paved roads anymore. Just a narrow, sandy, rocky, winding road lined with mangroves on each side. On the branches of overgrown mangroves hung the little boats that fishermen use. I soon found out that the dirt road we traveled on were once corals, before the tides receded and the corals died.

There were no accommodation in the secret beach, only a public bathroom. If you’re okay with that, then you wouldn’t have any problem. We had a tent for the night. And in some way, somehow, we managed to fit all seven of us in one tiny tent. We sat outside on the sand beneath the stars. There were countless stars and a bright full moon. I looked over to the horizon. It was hard to distinguish where the water and the sky met because the colors of the night sky and the dark sea blended so well that it felt like the horizon were endless. Perhaps it was.

We spent the night talking to each other over a bottle of vodka, catching up on the things that happened since we graduated from high school. The thing with friends is that you get to share with them almost anything—your glee, your sorrow, your hopes and dreams, your secrets and your innermost thoughts. You don’t get judged by friends, they accept you for who you are, in all your glory and all your flaws.

I woke up the next day to the morning breeze and the rising sun and the sound of waves. The beach, which seemed so dark and mysterious the night before, was now full of light and full of life. I could not wait to take a splash!

The beach was divided into two sides—the rocky and the sandy. On the rocky side, there were many, well, rocks and sea urchins. There were like a hundred of them, lying on the crevice between the rocks. On the sandy side were a lot of sea grasses, which dugongs love to eat. There were no dugongs, unfortunately. But there was a sand dollar, lots of fish, starfish and even a snake eel—the one with a red body and black spots, or something like that. It was really beautiful. I didn’t have any decent photos of the snake eel, but I found one right here.

Soon enough, the sun was high up and we had to pack up our stuff and our trash. It was time to leave this little piece of paradise.

We've come a long way, my friends and I. Ten years ago, during our freshman year in high school, we were all just a bunch of silly kids. I guess we still are. And in all the laughter and tears we have shared, in all the time we have spent together and all those that were spent apart, in all the secrets revealed, in all the dreams that came true and all those that were shattered, in all our life’s journey, what I know is this: we are young. And although life doesn’t always go as planned, life offers us many chances to take another shot because we have our whole life ahead of us.

There will be unknown paths we will have to explore. There will be bumps and cracks on the road. And in the journey we are taking, we will have to stumble and get hurt every now and then. But what matters is how we pick ourselves up  from our fall; that there will always be lessons and beautiful learnings we can pick up along the way.

So, where do we go from here? Where will life take us? I don’t know, honestly. But I sure am excited to find out. Here's praying and keeping an open heart until our next adventure.

You've got a journey to make
There's your horizon to chase
So go far beyond where we stand
No matter the distance, I'm holding your hand

Photos by Cesz Urbano and Daniel De Leon