I am a book worth reading and a picture worth painting under the right chances. A sixteen year-old low-profile blogger from the PHL.
Painting smiles and devouring on art since '96; a clumsy writer and a hungry reader; sarcastic and strange but all the same driven by a grand pursuit.
|Dad:||Can you make me a twitter account?|
|Dad:||Is that your blog?|
|Dad:||Are those your classmates?|
|Dad:||Those are funny! I wanna have a blog. Make me one|
I miss your letters. I miss doing paintings of you. Remember that fairy? :-) I miss you calling me Ate despite the gap between our height. Despite you being 5 9’ towering over my 5 flat stature. I miss singing with you and making my laptop our recording studio. I miss you humming the violin part of the Canon Rock then playing the guitar part. I’m glad you finished the piece. I miss you singing and playing the songs I request. I miss you putting so much effort on making everybody happy. I miss jamming out with you, Gisella and Camille. I miss everything. I miss you ading.
I wish we spend more time together. I wish we could find time together. I hope you aren’t mad at me for anything. And if ever you are, I’m sorry for everything. Pagpasensyahan mo na ako ah. Alam mo naman. :-)
Thank you for everything. Kung iisa isahin ko baka magbirthday na naman tayo di pa ako tapos sabihin lahat. It’s something we both know and let’s keep it to us. That’s more than enough.
Happy Birthday Garnee Claudine Medrano Ragonhan :)))
Keep playing. Keep laughing. Keep living. And I hope you could keep me a little spot in your heart :) You’ll always have a big spot in mine. God Bless and Take good care of yourself and of everything and everyone you love. I love you to infinity and beyond. Always.
Smiles, hugs and love,
Your adoptive sister,
Ate Irina :-) <3
You know that moment when you’re back riding in your dad’s motorcycle at night and you take a long drive just to get home, getting past through the never ending forest road? It was infinite. The forest is exceptional at night. Nature is putting on its brilliant show. Thousand of fireflies were lighting the woods (literally), birds were singing lullabies and frogs hopped to every beam of light they see in the midst of the dark cold night. (That’s why frogs always get hit by cars, leaving their stomachs wide open on the road.) Everything was perfect. The silhouette of majestic mountains, the towering trees and the chilly breeze. The way the wind is sweeping your face off, the sound was thick and you know that you’re with the first man you ever loved in your life-daddy. The way everything in that moment was enough and you needed nothing else. You’re happy and laughing wildly with resounding wows because of the wonders nature has revealed to you during that ride. That moment when you don’t need cameras or pictures to savor the moment and be able to keep yourself mindful of it because times like those are impossible to forget. And then you wonder how often would you feel that way again, or if that moment will be as astounding in the next time it replays itself. Everything was just priceless and thrilling like nothing else. And before you close your eyes at the final second of that day, you end everything with a little prayer and let the quiet put things where they are suppose to be.
Dad, I love you to infinity and beyond. Happy father’s day!