In grade school, I used to hang out with Ambrose and Dwight. We were like the three stooges, except that the three of us were all skinny back then.
Dwight was a very good takyang ("sipa" in Tagalog) player. He could do the "walk the dog" on his yoyo, too. But I think Ambrose was better at marbles.
Dwight reminds me that we engaged in a fist-fight at the back of the school once. Since we hadn't punched and bloodied someone else's nose yet, kids our age thought we were both candidates for sissy-hood. (In grade school, that was a fate worse than death). And so we turned on each other and kicked, punched and wrestled on the ground.
Dwight was a very good takyang ("sipa" in Tagalog) player. He could do the "walk the dog" on his yoyo, too. But I think Ambrose was better at marbles.
Dwight reminds me that we engaged in a fist-fight at the back of the school once. Since we hadn't punched and bloodied someone else's nose yet, kids our age thought we were both candidates for sissy-hood. (In grade school, that was a fate worse than death). And so we turned on each other and kicked, punched and wrestled on the ground.
In high school, we all went to the same school but were in different sections. In college I enrolled in Diliman while the two of them hied off to Cebu.
Ambrose is now a solar Physicist ('brose is that how people call you) in Germany while Dwight is an Engineer in Saudi Arabia.
While I'm stuck here writing this blog. hehehe
Last time I saw Dwight was in high school, ages ago. When I saw his pix I hardly recognized him.
Anyway, Ambrose found his Friendster, got his e-mail and promptly notified me.
Dwight, welcome!
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