A Cowboy

As I watched the T.V. program “i-witness” about horses, it helps bring back childhood memories.

My father was known as a certified “cowboy.” He had a horse then which he used for his kalesa and would often visit friends from nearby town with it. Back then, you can count the vehicles that passed by the national road. Motorist were afraid to drive through our town since it was known that salvage victims were being thrown in the area.

Since my father was a native of our place, he was popularly known throughout the province. Even now, I am sometimes surprised wheneven old folks would mention that they still remembered my father with his cowboy hat and kalesa.

My father, who was a desciplinarian, was also a patriot who didn’t left his country for a greener pasture abroad. He had chosen to work as a municipal agricultural technician and helped farmers by organizing various cooperatives. Though his name was not mentioned, he was the very first asian to do an artificial insimination on animals. He did not have a formal study on veterinary medicine but through he became the animal doctor of the town. A pity that most of his pictures were gone now. He was fond of laminating his pictures with his accomplishments adorning our wall.

Anyways, back to my father’s horse. I remembered only 2 names, it’s Menchu and Dotchong. I don’t really know what happened to them and their accessories and the tiborine (smaller than kalesa but I remembered ours was made of stainless steel) after my father died. Some said it was sold, others said it was borrowed from him.

Whatever, remembering it now makes me feel nostalgic. I love sitting beside my father in a tiborine while we were at the road. His one hand held the rein and the other the whip. Missing you a lot Tatay...

AnyBLOGsary

How time flies! Imagine, it’s already a month since my BLOG has been created. I just asked someone (Patricio... my net saver... who else?) to make the blog for me coz I just like the sound of it....“MY BLOG. ”

During the end of July, Maldita keeps talking and talking about the blogs she’s reading. She gave me the sites and I found the articles interesting. That’s how we started our conversation about blogs and bloggers. Wouldn’t you know it?! Blogger sounds nice and it captivated our minds (ayiiii.... as if it has some magic). With that, an idea has formed our “evil” minds.... ahihihi... WE WANT TO HAVE A BLOG OF OUR OWN !!!!!!!!!!

Since we don’t know how to do it, we run through our list of friends whom we can ask for help. So, who did we call?.... (as Maldita is now fond of calling him) “SUPER DEANTOT”.... hehehehe. Patricio gave us a hard time convincing him... tsk tsk tsk. Seems he enjoyed hearing us begging him for help.... grrrrr.... he’s a bad guy disguising himself to be good. But we got even with him by our tantrums and endless demands.... hahahaha. We asked him to change the templates because we don’t like what he had chosen or the widgets were still not enough so he had to add some more. We often joke around saying Patricio didn’t have an iota of an idea what he put himself into. Until finally, bit by bit, we learned how to do things on our own. Still, Patricio looks after our blogs, a dedicated blog technician!? hehehehe.

I started out not knowing what to post, hesitant to do anything at all. As days passed by I kinda got the hang of it and whenever I have ideas on my mind I’m always in a hurry to post it or I won’t remember it later. And who are my avid readers? No need to ask.... none other than my “KACHATCHATAN.”

I like blogging more than chatting. Here, I don’t have to interact, just post whatever’s on my mind and that’s it. This is where I find comfort and solace at the time I’m sad and hurting. It’s my turf where I can be me.

Maldita, happy monthsary to us. May we continue to find joy on what we do.