Internet Newsletter of the Alumni of Lanao Chung Hua School Vol. 4, No. 25, February 26, 2001, Iligan City, Philippines FIRST IN LCHS-AA HISTORY Cast your vote on the Internet  By Roger Suminguit (Batch '73) For the first time in LCHS-AA history, alumni residing outside Iligan City can take part in the LCHS-AA election. This was announced by the LCHS-AA Committee on Election composed of all LCHS-AA past presidents and chaired by outgoing president Arturo Samson. The election of new members of the LCHS-AA Board of Directors for 2001-2003 is set on Mar. 12, 2001. Counting of ballots is set on Mar. 17, 2001. Alumni residing outside Iligan City may exercise their right to vote on the Internet. To cast your ballot, log on to the new Spectrum web site: http://www.geocities.com/lchsspectrum, and click on "LCHS-AA Election: Online Voting" The web site contains the line-up of nominees and their respective batch years. Procedures for voting on-line are likewise prescribed on the website set up through the courtesy of the Spectrum.  All alumni stationed elsewhere in the Philippines and abroad are encouraged to take part in this election. The LCHS-AA is setting the stage for the entry of a younger generation of alumni leaders to take the helm of the Association starting this year.

EDITORIAL STAFF Charles O. Sy, Editor Henry L. Yu, Associate Editor Correspondents: Iligan - Johnny Chen, Teresita Racines, Vinson Ngo, & Roger Suminguit. Cebu - Igdono Caracho. Manila - Marie Janiefer Lee. Canada - Peter Dy & Mike Lee. Australia - Leonardo Tan. U.S.A. - Ernesto Yu & Aurora Tansiokhian. Founded Aug. 1, 1968. Published fortnightly since its revival on April 15, 1997. Distributed free on the Internet to LCHS alumni and supporters worldwide. Postal address: LCHS Alumni Association, Lanao Chung Hua School, Pala-o, Iligan City, Philippines. Website: http://www.iligan.com/~lchs/alumni/ For subscription, contact: Johnny Chen, Tel. No. (063) 221-3883. Email: johnchen@iligan.com For submission of manuscripts, Email: charlesy@cnms.net

Candidates for Board of Directors of the LCHS-AA:  Vy Beng Hong; Glenda Sy-Cabilan; Rodolfo Yu; Teresita Racines; Roger Suminguit; Luis Kho; Alexander Chua; Suniel Lim; Edwin Co; Santiago Ong; Steward Co; Jimmy Ang; Dominic Siao; Geraldine Tan; Marie Joan Quimbo; Chester Dy-Carlos; James Booc; Ernest Oliver Uy; Philip Steven So; Edward Sy; Belinda Cu-Lim; Vinson Ngo; Richard Dy; and Aida Chow-Ipili.  More nominations are expected before the deadline for nominations on Feb. 28, 2001.

Meeting of LCHS Alumni Foundation: Mar. 13
By Roger Suminguit (Batch '73)

The annual stockholders meeting of the LCHS Alumni Foundation, Inc. is scheduled on March 13, 2001. The LCHS Alumni Foundation, Inc., headed by Fe Dy-Quimbo as president, was organized to oversee the LCHS Alumni Scholarship Program, among other projects catering to the general welfare of LCHS alumni. The foundation is duly registered with the Security and Exchange Commission.

Iliganons at Cebu Kinmen induction

The Cebu Kinmen Association held its 42nd induction of officers and fellowship at the Cebu Grand Convention Center last Feb. 11. The occasion saw some 200 Kinmenians gathered together for a lauriat banquet. The affair was punctuated with intervals of songs and dance numbers presented by members of the association. The gathering also turned out to be a reunion for many LCHS alumni in Cebu. Among those present were Sy Chu Tek, Roderick Ngo, Nelson Sy, Dy Shek Tong, Dy Kim Seng, Amelia Sy, Rosie Siao Sy, Dy Tiao Un, Sy Tiong An, Le-Ching Ngo, Arthur Dy, Elizabeth Sy Dy, Aida Lim Uy, Sy Phek Lee, Felipe Lim, Robert Kho, and Charles Sy.

By Roger Suminguit, Batch 1973

The new professionals in our midst
"Traces" trains its spotlight for this issue on the growing list of professionals among our alumni. Do you know that among our alumni, Batch 1977 has produced the most number of Certified Public Accountants?  Batch 1977 has three CPAs.  There's Wilson Tan who earned his Bachelor's degree in Accountancy at the MSU-IIT.  He is now with the Iligan branch of the First e-Bank. Another product of MSU-IIT is Sherlita Racines, who returned home last Jan. 24 after a vacation in the U.S.A.  The third CPA is Nannette Chio, who graduated from Mountain View College in Bukidnon. This batch also produced two doctors and a nurse. Dennis Jo, son of Cesar and Paz Jo, is a pediatrician. He completed his medical studies at the UST and is the incoming president of the Iligan Medical Society. The other doctor is Marlon Co, now a cardiologist in Cebu. We heard that Marlon recently got married in Cebu. Who's the lucky bride? The nurse in the batch is Evelyn Yu Go, who is pursuing her nursing profession in Texas, U.S.A.  Evelyn is a regular writer of the Spectrum. Another young doctor in our midst is Belinda Cu Lim (Batch '82), a graduate of CIM in Cebu. Belinda has her own clinic in Iligan City. Sherley Portugaliza Racaza (Batch '74) has been designated spiritual adviser of the St. Michael's Filipino Chinese Catholic Youth. This is the youth arm of the St. Michael's Filipino Chinese Catholic Community formed to provide spiritual guidance to the youth.  Calix Tan (Batch '57) has been elected vice president of the St. Peter's College Alumni Association. He was nominated by fellow LCHS alumnus Henry Uy. This corner salutes Farley Sy (Batch '74), who donated a washing machine to LCHS. The machine was the prize he won at the GAH raffle draws. He turned over his prize to LCHS principal William Payonan the day after the GAH.  It was a benevolent gesture on the part of Farley.  Maybe our other alumni who won several prizes at the GAH would like to take the cue from there.  The alma mater can use a lot of help from more benevolent alumni in our midst.

By Ernesto L. Yu, M.D., Batch '65

Occasions abound in our lives where something as benign as a plain sentence in a news item stirs our juices to full alert status. You feel strapped in a seat, teased with traces of a recent past that are bundled in that simple parade of words, an eye-popping fashion show of cherished memories. This scenario flirted with my mental engine when it was splashed with this bulletin in The Spectrum's Feb. 12 issue: "Traditional Chinese New Year lumpia party for LCHS-AA officers and directors is set on Feb. 18 to be hosted by president Arturo Samson and Eileen Samson." Reflexly, my mind zoomed back to my chance encounter with the authentic Asian roll during my sojourn in Iligan last year.

It was one of those lazy Sunday moods: A blankety-blank day where the thick air inspired one to consign his soul to the leisure of not twitching a muscle fiber, just let the hours drift under the spell of idle thoughts and hum away along birds' mating serenade. Yet, the lunch crowd in attendance at the compound of Toto and Eileen Samson that mid-morning was far from mellow and lazy. The very moment the thumbs up signal was waved on the air, my high school buddy Glicerio Uy started polishing his signature strokes of "impregnating-to-almost-bursting-limit" edible, paper-thin lumpia wrappers with scoops (thunderous dumps, actually!) of the sauteed veggies and meat blend, alternating with layers of ketchup, ground peanuts and a dab of spicy hot sauce. When such gastronomic heavyweight landed on his greased palate (saw his tonsils cheering!), it was poetry in motion. For me, the ritual was like being a stunned spectator to a ballerina's sensuous tiptoes and feathery finger dancing as she executes a pirouette inside a starving whale's mouth! A live demo of the fragile demarcation between life and death. A kind of spooky excitement typical of magic shows: "Now you see it, now you don't." Mind you, Comrade Sergio's exhibit of munching power was nothing to write home about. Before his slam dunks, he had slurped off bowls of heavenly ngo-khong soup concoction laced with Chinese herbal roots that challenged his sweat glands. The steamy coats on his stomach linings must have disabled a few watts on the Pac Man spirit in him because, I later gathered, he was not at his best (What?). Just imagine how fast he could have drawn his pistol if his digestive system was completely spacious!

Whatever, our action star's table manner was so contagious: I got into the program with just a single lesson on structure soundness - tuck securely all free edges of the lumpia wrapper to prevent midair explosion. In a wink, my animal instinct hastily duplicated his motor skills that defy logic: grinding of teeth and wolfing down slabs of the native delicacy at a terrifying rate! I transformed into a hungry stray dog scouting for any food debris; instead, found a barrel of fresh calories. Tells you that even the uninitiated can be sucked in the teeming energy generated by hungry ninjas who'd stab lustily with merciless forks and spoons at anything chewable in any given moment.

Nonetheless, the savory marathon was just the icing on the cake. A big chunk of what made it a superb Forget-About-Dieting event for the book was the sense of being trapped in a fenced arena where a banquet of sort was breathing with warm company. A dining pleasure shared with fellow alumni who took the radiant thoughtfulness of the Samson family at face value: squeeze out to the very last drop every memorable minute of camaraderie left. Essentially, the invitation for these tireless contractions of jaw muscles happened the morning after all the hoopla and commotion of the first ever LCHS Alumni Reunion died out. A few hours before we have to hug goodbyes and to pack rosy memories in doggy bags. Of course, there's no denying that (this writer included) we unleashed our taste buds like rabid gladiators who came to conquer. The saving grace was, we were brawling warriors all right, but the type that embraces the quote "there's no moment without meaning in the arms of true gangmates." (Yeah, right!)

To Toto and Eileen: Thanks again for the sumptuous serving of Reunion memories. Indeed, I came to your round table as a knight in shining armor ready to rumble in your free-for-all feast and left your party feeling dull and humiliated for stretching my stomach up to my groins! I can only visualize the finale of your Feb. 18th lumpia festivity. Juggling such thought is already wetting my tongue with delicious anticipation.

Got no choice but to replay the lazy summer ...

By Marie Janiefer Q. Lee, Batch '87

They say that "when men get together they talk about women, and when women get together they talk about other women."  Well, women talk about a lot of things -- aside from other women. It is probably the love for talking itself that really bonds women instantly.

Here in our shop, most of our clients are men, ours being a car accessories shop. So when they bring their wives, girlfriends, or mothers along, it is my "duty" to make them comfortable and by "comfortable" it means to chat with them.   We would talk about kids, if they have some, or we would talk about other "juicy" stuff like showbiz tsismis.

Most of these women complain about how their men spend so much more time with their cars than with them.  How they spend so much more money on their cars rather than on them.  Well, my usual answer to this type of gripes is this: "Well, it is better that they spend their money and time on their cars rather than on other women or on something else." And usually they would say "sabagay," which is like saying "you have a point there."

When their husbands or boyfriends are into loud music, like those big speakers in their cars, I have one thing to say to the ladies and that "this too shall pass."  With the length of time we've been in this business I know for a fact that this "need" for loud sound system is just a phase some men must go through.  Then after a year or two they would return and have it all dismantled saying that they have had enough and that they want a set-up that's more on sound clarity rather than on loudness. Just an assurance to the ladies that this is just a phase. This makes them less panicky, thinking that their men will still get back to a "normal" frame of mind sometime in the future. I can safely tell them that we've been through that, and that it'll be over before they know it.

When I'm talking to these women I have to keep reminding myself never to assume anything, like even if the lady looks old enough to be the mother I should ask first if she's a sister. Or when she acts like a wife, I should still ask first if she's a girlfriend, because we just don't know if we are talking to the legal wife or to the "illegal" wife.  I already learned my lesson because once I asked this lady when did she give birth because the last time her husband visited us she was pregnant. I assumed it was her -- only to find out that, yes, it was her husband alright but the lady wasn't her.  I had to take it back by saying that it must be somebody else and not her husband, after seeing how her husband's face displayed the different shades of red and blue in a matter of seconds.  Now I make it a point to ask first before opening my big mouth.

I may get confused with all their names after some time, but whenever we see each other again I can still sense the invisible bond that we share. I think that's one of the gifts of being a woman. That's what I call the Janes' bond.

By Leonardo "Eddie" Tan, Batch '66

EDSA, fifteen years ago, was just a circumferential thoroughfare that linked the outer suburbs of Metro Manila. Epifanio de los Santos would have never realized how the avenue bearing his name has become so prominent in recent Philippine history.

This year's EDSA commemoration of the first People Power revolution will be remembered, I presume, with a special meaning by a month old administration that was catapulted into power by similar circumstances.

The event that took place a decade and a half years ago was far more tense and volatile and filled with more action and drama than its sequel. A few days of military standoff with a column of tanks and helicopter gunships which were ordered to attack and fire at the military mutineers led by Defense Secretary Enrile and Gen. Fidel Ramos, who were holed up within Camp Aguinaldo and Camp Crame. Enrile and his forces would later crossed EDSA insulated by the multitude of people for protection in order to consolidate their position in just one camp from the forces loyal to Pres. Marcos.  Those were the few days which we will never forget. A historic moment unfolding before us which would end the 20-year dictatorship of Ferdinand Marcos and the inauguration of President Corazon Aquino on February 25, 1986.

It was Saturday morning, Feb. 22, 1986, when a few of us, LCHS alumni, who were members of the Cebu Shrine Club of Aloha Temple, took the short flight from Balo-i Airport to Cotabato City for our quarterly meeting. About a third of the passengers of the Philippine Airlines' HS 748 were Shriners from Iligan headed by Ambassador Salvador Laya. The flight took only 25 minutes and we landed at Region 12's capital. We then proceeded to the headquarters of the Southern Command at Camp Parang. We were welcomed by Gen. Rodrigo Gutang, an active Shriner, who was hosting the meeting at his conference hall. The meeting was attended by around a hundred members coming from all over Mindanao and Cebu City and even from as far as Manila. Then we had a great a la Filipino fiesta lunch by the sea after scaling down some hundred steps carved out from an almost vertical cliff. That evening we had a dinner party hosted by the Cotabato Shriners in one of their big houses at the outskirts of the city. The party started very late as we were forever waiting for Gen. Gutang to arrive. Eventually he sent words that he could not make it and told us to start the evening's affair without him. We learned later that Gen. Gutang could not leave his headquarters as he was constantly in contact with Gen. Fidel Ramos who was facing the first few hours' crisis of the EDSA revolt. The atmosphere at the party was a little gloomy, yet we did not realize how serious the situation was as the information from Manila were very sketchy. No texting or e-mails in those days. Nor cable news network like CNN. We just relied on short wave radio with its poor static reception. The party did not last long and most of the Iliganons continued the night dancing at the disco of the hotel we were staying.

The following morning, Feb. 23, the Iligan Shriners were invited to a breakfast by members of the Wee family who are closely related to some prominent Iligan families by affinity.  Sy Bee Ling, our fellow LCHS alumna, and a daughter-in-law of Wee orchestrated a great morning feast. It was right in the center of the commercial district. Maybe because it was Sunday, that's why the streets seemed deserted and the few people who were along the sidewalks circled around with their ears glued to a transistor radio. Otherwise, the situation seemed normal. By mid-morning as we checked in at the airport for our return flight to Iligan, we were told our flight would be delayed because of aircraft breakdown and a spare part would be flown from Manila later that day. After a simple lunch at the airport terminal, the PAL BAC-111 jet from Manila arrived and we were hoping that our HS 748 plane will soon be fixed. We tried to talk to the arriving passengers who just came from Manila and get some first hand information about the situation. They all said everything was normal except for reported traffic around EDSA. Then our good friend Gen. Gutang arrived in casual civilian clothes. We did not know that he was accompanied by a company of full battle-geared army soldiers hiding around the airport. As if on signal, the SouthCom commander then commandeered the jetliner and two lines of soldiers suddenly appeared from nowhere and boarded the plane. The Manila bound passengers were shocked to learn that they were just bumped off. The general need not explain why he sequestered the PAL jet to transport the first wave of army reinforcement to Manila. All of us at the airport terminal could not believe what we were witnessing. For the first time, we all experienced some sort of fear. It was our common belief at that time that a bloody revolution seemed to be imminent. And the rest is history!

By Henry L. Yu, M.D., Batch '69

In a lifetime, we come across several personalities from all walks of life. Through time and space, we have made extraordinary friends out of the many ordinary people whom we have met and been together during our younger days when we were that carefree, thinking only of the fun and frolic, of the toys that we found ultimate pleasure in, of sharing stories that kids our age would love hearing over and over again, remembered long after youth becomes old age.

Once upon a time, there were those teachers of ours whom we looked up to as our superiors and mentors, in charge of our academics, extracurricular activities, and discipline. At one time or the other, we would laugh at their deficiencies, making them the subjects of our ridicule, or even mimic their actuations and habits. There were those classmates of ours whom we fought with as competitors for the class honors, or rivals in our pursuit for the crushes of our life. Then there were those neighbors of ours whom we would trade secrets with, recipes, ideas, and all that. And last, but certainly not the least, are those new found friends whose friendship we thought would never end, only to wake up and find out someday that it never lasted for one reason or the other. Where have all of them gone? What has happened to such relationship? Why has it gone sour all of a sudden? Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's to be blamed after all? Yes, for everything , there must be a reason that reason per se sometimes cannot explain. So let the mystery remain as such until the right time comes when we have the answers to the puzzle called relationship.

Well, these are the people who came and have gone from our lives, just like any season in the sun. In our moments of solitude, we reflect upon them and the good times that we have shared amidst starry, starry night or some enchanted evenings. Where are they now? What have become of them?  Some may appear older than their actual age, while others have maintained their images and figures when they were still single and unattached. Others have joined the ranks of the rich and famous, while some lead the lives of those from riches to rags.

People's status in life does change as time goes by, season after season, events after events. But for always, we long for that time in our life when we were young, devoid of too many responsibilities and obligations. Then we would wish upon a star, for us to bring back the hands of youth that were once ours, along with those fairy tales that we have read and slept with back in our grade school days, the so-called "and they lived happily ever after."

Yes, PEOPLE COME AND GO. And it's all a matter of time, as to who logged in first, or who's gonna log out ahead. Only time has the answer. And only God knows when. As we climb the ladder of life, let us all look back to where we have been. Let not fame and fortune turn us into the persons we were not. Rather, let us remain the same amiable, charitable, kind, humble, helpful, and gentle people that we have been when we were once the fledgling professionals, or the once struggling individuals dreaming of the seemingly impossible dreams, trying to reach our goals. Change we must, but let us all do it for the better, because one of these days, whether we like it or not, we will just have to go, leaving behind everything that we have worked so hard for in this world.

Yes, we have come a long, long way. But let us all go home to that one place reserved for the good ones, the better us, and the best few. One day.  Someday.

Hardly a day ever passed without students converging at the school canteen during our time at LCHS in the 60s.  Next to the playground, the canteen was the most frequented place on LCHS campus.  It was the vortex around which our life invariably gravitated during class recess.

In its heyday we called it "the co-op" because it was run by the school as a cooperative. Teachers took turns manning the canteen during their free time. A few selected students also helped out every now and then -- some out of sheer spirit of volunteerism on their part, while most others were simply out to earn the good graces of the power that be.

Located right behind the auditorium, the canteen never failed to come alive at the sound of the bell announcing class recess.  We would race from our classroom to this veritable oasis on campus for our snack of siopao and soft drink.  On leaner days when our allowances ran low, we simply settled for a pack of M.Y. San soda crackers washed down with tap water from a nearby faucet.  We called this spartan diet "soda con Mariwasa."

The canteen also offered other stuffs, such as lollipops, sampaloc candies, crispy banana chips, peanuts, bubble gum, soft drinks, and an assortment of cheap cakes and junk foods. There was not much variety. Yet, in those days whatever it had in store was good enough for our modest appetite and lean budget. Besides, we gathered there not just to grab a bite, but also to eavesdrop on the latest campus gossips, or to steal a chat with the girls from the other classes.

Fronting the canteen stood a giant acacia tree.  It offered a convenient shade under which we often gathered and sought shelter while chewing bubble gum and sharing tales of puppy loves and other teenage fancies. Topics of conversation revolved around two favorite topics: girls and the Beatles. We had just started to become crazy about girls.  But we were crazier with the Beatles. We wore tight water-repellent pants with matching boots, and styled our haircut after the Beatles' peculiar mop tops. The spot also offered vantage view of the volleyball court nearby. In lazy afternoons, we hang around this place suckling lollipops and watching the girls in their volleyball game.  Needless to say, it was fun to watch. The girls, not the game.

All too often students patronizing the canteen came in droves during class recess.  On a few occasions it was not uncommon for us to help ourselves to the supply of goodies when the teachers were too busy attending to the others. Our days of free treats, however, were short-lived. Sometime in 1965, school principal Tan Dian Hun recruited Suniel Lim to help run the canteen.  Suniel, who was free during Chinese class hours half of the day, manned the canteen together with Ong Ching An who was then teaching at LCHS.  The twosome managed the operation with a firm hand and for the first time in many years, the canteen earned unprecedented profits.  Pleased by the success of the canteen's management, Mr. Tan rewarded Suniel Lim with a free trip to Taipei for a cultural and educational visit during summer vacation.

Today, the LCHS canteen at the old Roosevelt campus is gone. Yet the sweet aftertaste of lollipops still lingers with every song of the Beatles like endless echoes from an unforgettable past.

"I'm sorry for the things I’ve done ..."
An apology is an expression of regret about something that we said or did to someone else. Our comments or action may have caused the offended person to feel ashamed, humiliated, or abused – emotions that are among our most sensitive and vulnerable.

Apologies are part of a natural social process – a healing process to repair a break in a relationship – to control interpersonal damage the way clotting limits hemorrhage and grieving makes it possible for us to deal emotionally with our loss.

The act of apology is a sacred event and a profound transaction between two people. At its heart is a crucial exchange. You're transferring the shame from the offended person to yourself. You're relinquishing power and saying, I had the power to hurt you – and I did – and now I hope you use your power to forgive me. The offended person is rewarded by an apology with a feeling of vindication and satisfaction of seeing your emotions on the line and that the record has now been set straight.

"I know that I'm the foolish one ...."
In many instances when someone is offended by our behavior or actions, a carefully thought out apology would solve the problem immediately. But oftentimes we take our slights on others for granted and they quickly grow into disputes ... and result in long-standing grudges. Grudges are like emotional toxins. They have a way of poisoning the growth of love, trust, and respect in a relationship. Grudges should be settled and done away with by apology and forgiveness. Our love is directly proportionate to our capacity to forgive. People who don't forgive are also those who don't apologize.

Some of us may remember someone who, for one reason or another, we did or said something insulting, humiliating or embarrassing long time ago, but such person until now is still nurturing grudges on us. All because we did not apologize. No matter how long ago the incidence was, it is never too late to apologize when it comes to settling grudges. Certainly, there are those who just cannot forgive and thus will not forget. But once we've done our part in relinquishing our power hoping to be forgiven, then there is nothing much we can do. Indeed there are some people who are willing to carry grudges all the way to their grave. A heavy load, I must say. I can't help but wonder, is it really worth it?

But why is it hard to apologize? If you recognize that you have offended someone but find it difficult to say you're sorry, the most likely obstacle is fear of shame. Your ego can't tolerate not being right, or just cannot accept being wrong. You have too big a pride that you cannot swallow. In addition to shame, some people avoid apologizing because they simply don't feel sorry or don't feel that they did anything wrong. They meant the nasty things they said, intended to cause pain or embarrassment, and they don't have regrets. A lot of parents do that all the time to their children and they never apologize even though they know that they're wrong and foolish and that an apology is in order. For, most of these parents see apology as an act that is beneath them, a sign of weakness instead of strength and courage. They put their children's feelings and psychological needs after their own.

In a town of Camotes, Cebu where I grew up, I've never heard of parents apologizing for the wrong they did to their children, or the older ones in the family apologizing to the younger ones. I grew up believing that parents can do no wrong as far as their children are concerned, and that's the attitude I had initially in dealing with my own children. It took me a while to realize that it was not love that my children developed for me, it was fear; it was not trust and respect, it was resentment and blind obedience. Love, trust, and respect are something one has to earn to deserve, not something one demands or simply expects.  (Continued next issue)
 

LCHS ALUMNI DIRECTORY (6th of a Series)

The LCHS-AA, in coordination with the Spectrum, is currently updating its alumni database -- in preparation for distribution in the next GAH. The directory is presented here by batches, based on initial inputs. If you have any correction or additional data, please e-mail the Spectrum at: charlesy@cnms.net; or text message to: 0917-3296872.

BATCH 1960
Perla Bernardo, Urcen Marketing, Aguinaldo St., Iligan City, tels. 221-4670, 221-2039, e-mail: brendon@iligan.com; Flora Chiu,Tibanga, Iligan City; Ben Hur Dy, Dy Yao Store, Mercado St., Iligan City, tel. 221-2017; Sylvestre Dy (deceased); Felicidad Go, Manila; Agripino Jo, Iligan Freedom Commercial, Sabayle St., Iligan City, tel. 221-2705; Marietta Kuan, Cagayan de Oro City; Lilia Lee, Taiwan; Benita Lim (deceased); Frisco Taongan Lim, Sen Hua Trading, Quezon Ave., Iligan City; Rosie "Bian Bian" Siao (Sy), Cebu Ever Drug, Inc., 212 V. Gullas St., Cebu City, tels. 256-1097, 232-5570, e-mail: wins@cbu.skyinet.net; Alexander So, Urcen Marketing, Aguinaldo St., Iligan City, tels. 221-4670, 221-2039, cell 0919-3580820, e-mail: brendon@iligan.com; Corazon So (Tan), Tansambin Foodarama, Inc., V. Roa St., Cagayan de Oro City, tels. 724-580, 726-078; and Arlene Yap, Cagayan de Oro City.  (Next issue: Batch 1961)

"Spice Boys" of the 60s pose for a posterity shot upon their arrival at the LCHS gym for the Grand Alumni Homecoming on Aug. 3, 2000. Standing from left: Suniel Lim, Greg Dy, Arturo Samson, Rene Tio, and Henry Yu. Seated from left: Mike Lee, Edwin Co, Antonio Te, Igdono Caracho, William Dy, and Ernesto Yu.  (Spectrum photo)