����������This is not a story about me. How I wish I was the one on spotlight!!! I am suppose to narrate to you a story of a person closest to my heart. A person who for four years now have been with me to share my heaven and my earth. I guess I am the best person to tell everyone this since I (unknowingly for more than five years) was a witness to how this person evolved and how life's experiences have molded him into what he is right now. He used to be called Quiroga in high school. This was basically due to our El Filibusterismo days with Mr. Ereno. I think by now you have an idea who I am going to share to you about.

FRITZ � YAP ORTILLA ... a glimpse of what he is and what he has become....by Miss Fanny May Mi�oza Licayan

After the tassles of our white caps that matched our togas were moved from right to left, Fritz, like most of us, pursued his tertiary education. His plans of taking Economics in a college in Metro Manila was dismissed when the idea of him leaving home was disapproved. Fritz then took a course in UP Cebu College for the location was accessible. He chose Business Management as his course at the said university taking into consideration his future plans in life: to put up his own food establishment someday, a dream he still is determined to fulfill. Finding familiar faces (namely: me, me and me...j/k there wasn't any love in the air THEN, these faces would include Carlo B., OB, Sergio, Cathy, Hannah, Nanay and of course ME (among others)) in college made life a bit easier for him to adjust. But his first year in college did not quite end like the comedy plays of Shakespeare. His grades were a disappointment for him. A 2-something and a barely passing mark were given to him by our teachers. He regrets to have been overwhelmed by the light load that first year of first semester of college had. He could never forget that semester because of such grades. But he managed to make-up for it during the years that followed. Fritz could have been a cum laude if not for a .001 difference to that of the 1.75 average requirement.

����������It was July 1, 1996 when Fritz joined the sales force of Unilever as Key Accounts Supervisor. He felt triumphant to have entered a multinational company. But such triumph would lead him to a life far away from his family and friends (pero sad to say di pa gihapon ako iya love interest nganhi). He was assigned to Iloilo City for almost a year. Distance made him focus on his career which ended with his area winning as the District of the Year.

����������1997 brought him a lot of cheers for January of that year, he was then to take his post in Cebu. You can never beat the feeling of being home. He was again with his family and of course he started to hang out with his old friends ... hehehe this is where I come into the picture (but again the spotlight is on him not on me). It was October of that year when he asked me to become his baby. Did I have a choice? Of course I did... and I opted to be his. But also during of such month, he was given Samar as his area. It was quite hard for him to be away now mainly because of me (I don't need to humble down (bg)... do I?) but he managed to make his way back to Cebu every weekend.

����������It was a relief for him when October of 1998, Sanofi-Synthelabo, a pharmaceutical company, offered him the Key Account Manager position to handle the Visayas area and be based in Cebu. His energy was now refocused on his career and it paid off! In 1999, he won the National District Manager Award and was also the International Sales Force Excellence Awardee which was awarded to him in Australia last May 2000.

����������Dai Fritz (as what I still call him, a remnant of the Ligaya days of our high school boys) can't wait for the reunion this 2002. Not only does he miss the banana cues and ice waters, the table tennis on the teacher's table and shiatong but also our batchmates who he did not get to meet for years now. His happiest moments with us were during intrams. It was his time to contribute glory to our batch with his winnings in lawn tennis, pingpong and volleyball (for he admits that he never really belonged to the artistic side of batch 92).

����������As I close my biography on Fritz Yap Ortilla, I give words that I think best describes him in high school... kulit, sugsugan and basta... kiat! Ten years after high school gives us experiences in life that mold us into what we are now. I guess everybody grows up. And Fritz has grown to what he is and I am proud of what he has become.