Tuesday, October 04, 2005



The Netherlands
Part 1/2
Travel Journal Entry September 4, 2005
10 hours and 35 minutes later, I found myself in the Amsterdam Airport Schipol...there I was with my carry-on luggage, a big hemp pack bag, and a small purse...got through the passport checkpoint without delay...
Walked my way passed the baggage claim area with the thought of searching for a money exchange area...ABN-MRO...this is my kind of bank...$100.00 dollars later, I have 76.00 Euros in my hands...I will never do this again, but this will get me through some of the expenses through my first few days of the two weeks of my stay here...hey, it is a business trip...pretty much almost all my food and lodging expenses are paid for...
As I passed through another checkpoint and through the gate lined up with people holding up signs on who they were supposed to pick up or give a ride, I veered my gaze on the left hand side of the crowd...there he was...James Jones...a true British gentleman all the way...he directed me towards two women standing in a corner...two older women wearing lilac-colored shirts...this is a true AcroMetrix color (our company color)...they are James' mother and aunt...what a way to be greeted by this two energetic and funny group of people...right there and then I knew for sure that my stay here will be worth the work I need to accomplish and the pleasure that awaits me...this place is beckoning me...
James brought me to my hotel only to know that my room was not ready yet...so, I left my luggages behind the concierge desk and went with James and his mom and aunt to the beach...it was such a beautiful, warm, and sunny day on this 4th of September...I walked on the beach...the white sand was warm to the touch of my feet...surely, this is the best foot exfoliant ever...
The first picture I took was a sign on our way to the beach that says "LET OP! voorrang gewijzigd"...still have not tried to see what this meant, but I will...as with any other Dutch word I wanted to learn and speak...after a short walk at the beach, we had a late lunch...that was very delightful...much more pleasing to the pallate than all the food that were served on the plane...

Friday, September 30, 2005



The Final Years in High School

By: Maria Cecilia Funelas—September 29, 2005

Those were the days when we were young and innocent…those were the days when life did not expect too much from us…the days that taught us to become independent and responsible…we were the high school seniors of Sacred Heart Academy of Novaliches, Class of 1985…

Our final year in high school, our experiences, friends, classes, and teachers have shaped us into the person we are now. The memories we have, good and bad, will always be there for us to look back on. The good times will always bring us happiness, the bad times will always remind us to make the right choices, and the tough times have shown us that we can get through anything…

My high school years have been the most memorable...I strongly believed that high school was an open door into the rest of my life. The last days of my high school came too fast and I could only imagine what would happen next…

I was not as popular as the girls I hanged out with…I was quiet…I was what most called “shy”…but, I gained “the respect” just to be a part of them…I thought I was just like any normal high school girl…I had a few “crushes,” which most of them really “crashed.” I was good in school…I remember Ms. Apayao saying during the graduation exercises that I was “a consistent member of the top 5” in my senior year…

I have always thought that during those days, being “popular” meant a whole lot to most…I was barely making it into the “in crowd,” but I have the right size paper to spare…the right amount of pencil and ballpoint pen to share…good enough homework for some to copy…a good heart to make notes for some…a smile from ear to ear to share with everyone…

I always remember the good times…the times when Tess, Cherrie, and I were late for our CAT (Citizen Army Training) Graduation…Tess and I did not even know we were getting a medal…I cannot recall what it was for, but I have it stored in my memory box still…

Those were the days, indeed…there were lots of laughter and joy that we shared…there were also tears…tears of joy and sadness…we have weathered many things…and now that some of us are living in different parts of the world, we are weathering the distance…it is the least thing we can do…

…pictures with a thousand words…these depict stories of the past, but reveal what lies ahead…the memories remain…the future beckons…here I am now...twenty (20) years later…

I smile to you now…and wish all of you that “the best is yet to come.”


~~~~~~~Fin~~~~~~

Sunday, September 25, 2005


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Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Sometimes the things that happen in our life can be seen as games we play...have you ever played the game of "Life" or "Sorry" or "Risk"? Well, let me enlighten you...
Word of warning: this can happen to any one of you!
What do you usually do after you graduate? Get your first job, right?...then after that, you "quit your job"...okay, you get fired...
What comes next? You get yourself a motorbike and ride across America...then you finally decide to launch your own business while living on credit cards...
Suddenly, you fall crazy in love...get married!!!...then comes Marriage Counseling...then you finally buy your first house (the pipes leak)...your business grows...you get promoted...then comes vacation time...
Vacation! everyone wants it, but time is a luxury that sometimes we do not have...
Then suddenly..."It's a Boy!! No...TWINS! Comes braces for the kids...kids go to college (there goes the Second Mortgage)
But alas! You retire...you buy a golf cart, with matching golf clubs...does it end here?? Or, is this just the beginning?

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

It is a few hours before midnight, and I am at last free to write...my friend has not been able to appear online for a few days now...so, I resorted to state my piece here...my dog, Romi, has grown accustomed to my late night scribblings and had bid me goodnight, and she is fast asleep on my bed...in my years, I have been called upon by several gentlemen, but there is one person who occupies my thoughts--even though we have only known each other for a few days, he is more dear to me than the man who has asked my hand in marriage a year ago...I only accepted my fate to please my friends and family, and sadly, I knew back then that I had a duty to obey...but, to my dearest...I ache for a love that burns like fire and moonlight...I speak with him in my mind and in my heart if he only existed outside of them...goodnight sweetheart...dream of me as I dream of you...