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Christopher
Chua Teck An (Batch '55) has been chosen as "Most Outstanding Master Mason
of the Philippines for 2001-2002." He received his award in the presence
of over 1,600 delegates at the Annual Communication of Most Worshipful
Grand Lodge of Free and Accepted Masons of the Philippines held in Legaspi
City last April 25-28. The Grand Lodge of Free and Accepted Masons
of the Philippines comprises 288 Lodges with 15,714 Master Masons. Teck
An has been a member of the Maranaw Lodge No. 111 since 1971. He is a past
Master of Maranaw Lodge No. 111 (1982 and 1989) and Manticao Lodge No.
243 (1987), both in Iligan City. He is also a past District Deputy
Grand Master of Masonic District No. 36 (1989-1990), a Junior Grand Lecturer
for Mindanao (1993-1995), and a Regional Deputy Grand Master (1999-2000).
He is a 33-degree Mason (IGH) of the Ancient and Accepted Scottish Rite
of Freemansonry of the Philippines. Teck An is a past President of
the LCHS-AA. He is at present a member of the LCHS Board of Trustees,
and a past President of the Lanao Filipino Chinese Chamber of Commerce,
Inc.
Quimbo heads alumni foundation
Fe
"Guat Ching" Quimbo (Batch '55) is president of the LCHS Alumni Foundation,
Inc. for 2001-2003. The other officers are Sio Te Dy, 1st Vice President;
Rodolfo Yu, 2nd Vice President; Roger Suminguit, Secretary; and Glenda
Sy Cabilan, Treasurer. The Board of Trustees is composed of Beng
Hong Vy, Chairman; Suniel Lim, Vice Chairman; and Arturo Samson, Alexander
Chua, Christopher Chua, Luis Kho, Carlos Dy, Manuel Te, Johnny Chen, Andy
Lee, Juanita Jo, and Teresita Racines, members. The foundation is
the governing body that oversees the Alumni Scholarship Program, among
other welfare projects.
How Iligan voted in the May 14 election
It looks like an uphill climb for LCHS alumnus Henry Dy (Batch '64) in his bid for vice mayor of Iligan City. Based on partial tabulations of Namfrel posted on the website (http://www.quickcount.msuiit.edu.ph), the votes garnered by the candidates, as of May 17, 2001, are: For city mayor: Franklin Quijano (LDP), 31,730 votes; Alejo Yañez (AD-AP), 27,172; and Pedro Generalao (Lakas-NUCD), 10,694. For vice mayor: Lawrence Cruz (Independent), 31,030; Eric Capitan (LDP), 21,413; and Henry Dy (Lakas-NUCD), 16,567. For congressman (1st District): Alipio Cirilo Badelles (NPC), 39,508; and Ramon Jacinto (Lakas-NUCD), 23,707. In the senatorial race, initial count shows Iligan went all out for PnM candidates. Among the top 13 that received overwhelming votes from Iligan: Noli de Castro, Loi Ejercito, Panfilo Lacson, Edgardo Angara, Gringo Honasan, Miriam Defensor Santiago, Juan Ponce Enrile, Ricardo Puno, Orlando Mercado, Ruben Canoy, Santanina Rasul, Jamby Madrigal, and Ombra Tamano. Iligan City has 554 precincts with 105,675 registered voters.
List of LCHS-AA officers for 2001-2003
Beng Hong L. Vy, President; Glenda Sy Cabilan, Executive Vice President; Dominic Siao, 1st Vice President; Roger Suminguit, Secretary; Marie Joan Quimbo, Assistant Secretary; Teresita Racines, Treasurer; Edwin Co, Assistant Treasurer; Arturo Samson, Auditor; Belinda Cu Lim, PRO; Rodolfo Yu, Assistant PRO; Manuel Sy Gaite, Adviser. Members of the Board of Directors: Alexander Chua; Chester Dy-Carlos; Ernest Oliver Uy; James Booc; Luis Kho; Richard Dy; Santiago Ong; Steward Co; and Suniel Lim.
Wanted: nurses for Florida
Attention, nurses! There are job openings for six (6) nurses for Florida, U.S.A. Applicant must have passed the CGFNS or with U.S. Nursing License. The charge is US$3,000. The applicant may submit his/her certified copy of Diploma, Transcript of Records, CGFNS, and bio-data to: Alex Rodriguez, 3191 Crystal Way, Miramar, Fl. 33025, U.S.A.
The
art of cheating
Fri, 04 May 2001 15:49:27 +0800
This old Charley (old pun, no commensurate age intended) can really
give me a good laugh! Out of the usual "Jokebox" e-mail jokes he
sends, his own writings can be hilarious no less. In his recent article,
"How I Passed Pilipino in LCHS" (Spectrum, May 7, 2001), I had fun
with memories of old school "cheating" adventurism. It might well be entitled
"The Art of Cheating in School," hoping the present students will not get
the hint anyhow. Or, do the latter have advanced techniques now?
Censors! Censors! I hope, too, that the new LCHS school board will not
file any complaint to the publisher of the Spectrum about the article.
After all, what has been written is "For Adults Only," I mean, "For Alumni
Only"! -- Rene Tio (Batch '70), Cagayan de Oro, Philippines, fishers@cdo.weblinq.com
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Life's
Journey
By Henry L. Yu, M.D. Batch '69 ![]() |
Feelings
“Feelings, nothing more than feelings,
trying to forget love, feelings of love.”
Such a beautiful piece which reminds us of yesterday’s magical moments when all things seemed bright and beautiful. This song has caught my fancy once again the other day while I was counseling a good friend’s 17-year old son who just graduated from high school.
Admiring somebody or having crushes is a natural occurrence in our lives. But to love somebody is another thing, which most of us parents dread as far as our youngsters go. “Not this time. You’re still too young” we would often say. Yes, love knows no age. But is it really love or infatuation or just plain fascination? Beware your foolish heart.
Happiness is a state of the mind, just as being alone and lonely. You may be in a crowded place and yet you feel alone. You may be alone but not necessarily lonely. Things happen according to our perceptions. In short, we become what our FEELINGS dictate. As we go through life, we certainly experience a lot of these different kinds of FEELINGS, like when we do something because we feel it’s right, we go out with this girl because we feel she’s the right one for us, or we take this option because we feel it’s the best for our life. FEELINGS. FEELINGS. And more FEELINGS. Once in our lifetime, we sure did experience doubt as to whether to love that somebody is right or wrong. We simply couldn’t take him off from our mind. We thought about him a lot to the tune of “Di na makatulog, di na makakain.” We felt we loved him despite the incessant reminders from our elders. What ensues then is an imbalance between how we feel and how we think resulting in a dilemma. We’ve read somewhere that “Love is not a feeling but a decision.” And we spent some more sleepless nights thinking and evaluating things again and again, this time using not just our hearts but our brain as well, which is the ideal but of course.
It is every parent’s mission to bring up and rear our children in the best possible way that we could think of. It is our desire to give the best education for our kids. But soon we realized that such kids whom we used to consider our little angels have now minds of their own. They have indeed grown up so much so that sometimes we find it hard to reach out to them. We would wish they had remained that young and innocent forever not realizing that times do change, kids grow up, and very soon they’ll have to leave home to carve a name and seek their own future. As parents, it’s so hard to accept the fact that “we are only stewards of our children” and that “we don’t own them.” Yes, it is our dream as parents to see our children finish college, to land a job, and have a stable future by marrying the right person at the right time and place. But what’s in between now and then?
So, to our dear grown up children, the next time you have these FEELINGS
to love somebody or to love something, use your brain above your heart.
FEELINGS can be deceiving just as looks are. Truly, “Love is a decision.”
And you’ll just have to take it from us because we are your parents and
we simply want only the best for you. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Straight
from the Heart
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Move On
The election’s over and it’s time for us to move on, to get on with our lives. Let’s make good use of the remaining weeks before another school year starts. Get those golf clubs out of the closet and hit the fairways. Or maybe get those swimming gears out and bask under the sun. Just laze the day away.
For those who are still debating where to go to catch some tan before the rainy season starts, let me suggest Bohol. A few weeks ago when I was granted a single-entry visa to Cebu, Joan and Mike enticed me to take a look at Bohol. I said to myself “why not” it’s probably just a small place, as small as Linamon we’d be out of there in a few hours. I was thinking that as we get off the Super Cat, we’d be right in front of the famous Chocolate Hills. I was thinking that we’d be so close to it that we’d be able to taste it to determine whether it’s Kisses or M&M. Of course I was very wrong. And after this huge mistake about the size of Bohol, I also stand corrected on so many other things.
Tagbilaran City is a bustling city, yes, and let me correct all those misconceptions about Tagbilaran being small. Well, compared to Manila it is small but compared to Iligan, well, let me just say that Iligan seems one step behind in some ways.
When we got there it was the first day of May, meaning the start of the month-long fiesta in the whole republic of Bohol. Our cab driver told us that every May of each year Bohol sinks a few inches because of the volume of people who either comes home for fiesta or like us who are just visiting. Well after experiencing how fiesta is like at Tagbilaran, I think I know why Bohol sinks, it’s because of the endless stream of food at every table. We were very warmly welcomed by Joan and Mike’s friends, Vic and Lenneth. We practically ate all our meals at their house, and to think that it was the first time we’ve seen each other. It’s nice to feel that this type of hospitality still exist in this time and age. I really couldn’t thank them enough even if that cost me an extra pound or two.
To shed off some of the extra pounds, we went to visit the Chocolate Hills, which was not actually that near to Tagbilaran as I thought. I really can’t tell how far. Let me just say that my dreams were already in sequel. But the spectacle that awaited us was well worth the ride. I tried to count how many hills there are. I wasn’t even half way yet and I was already dizzy. It seems like it was endless. What’s so awesome is the fact that these hills are actually corals, yes dear, hundreds of years ago this whole place was under water. Or in Little Mermaid’s lingo, this used to be “under the sea”. Well, if you don’t believe me, go see it yourself.
Since that ride to Chocolate Hills seemed not enough to get rid of the “added baggage” we’ve accumulated at the dinner table, we went to Bohol Beach Club. It’s like being in Boracay minus the swarm of humanity. It’s one place I can safely call a “Paradise on Earth”. The white sand and the crystal clear water was terribly inviting. It’s a perfect place to “hide” away from everything and everyone. In no time, Joan, Mike and I were already out of our street clothes and into our swim suits. I keep asking myself if I’m just dreaming. Of course we got the tan to prove everything and to assure us that it was all real.
This summer if there’s really no chance to go away, just have your close
friends or cousins over and chat the night away. That’s what we did
while we were in Cebu. Let me thank my cousins Cristina and Charina (Chat-chat)
and also Mr. Charles Sy and Mr. Igdono Caracho for making that short stay
at Cebu so “insightful” and so much fun. And of course to Joan and Mike,
without you I’d be stuck here, thanks guys!
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moody
BLUES, 14221
By Ernesto L. Yu, M.D. Batch '65 ![]() |
Snores Of Thunder: Memorizing (skipping) lunch due to the curse of the clock has never been registered in my list of bypassed-rituals-out-of-convenience. My brawling hospital job guarantees a 30-minute lunch session even if my throat is constricted by a hanging brick of things to do. Yet, for some weird habit manufactured during college days (out of convenience!), I have adjusted to stretching my stomach with plain liquid diet during mid-day break. The New Generation Pepsi is my favored caffeinated drink to die for. This is on top of the "brave" coffee (thanks,Hesing, for the slang) diluted in cream. How do I silence my belly's gurgles at the end of the day? I wolf down, without discrimination, anything palatable and barely edible that lands on my dinner plate.
There's the reason for my happy snores.
No Such Thing As Old Goodbye: The hit parade department can sustain immortality in any season. For example, old time crooners like The Lettermen and The Searchers can stand toe-to-toe with new age heartthrobs, N'Sync and Backstreet Boys. In spite of a generation gap, their lyrical outbursts target the same cradles in our chest. They propel us to the Seventh Heaven in more ways than one. The slight difference is in the grades of cloud densities and the number of cupids rocking along the plaintive melodic lines. Of course, for the Neanderthals among us, the tender ballads sway in limping notes, like arthritic cats in distress deprived of aspirin dose! Nonetheless, in any given day, lullabies for the heart melt away any lingering aftertaste of thwarted yearnings. The emotional wallop of romance is designed not only to be timeless, but also of our time.
As always, love never dwells in the culture of long goodbye.
Parade Of Comments And Wish: Charles Sy's thriller on how Pilipino as a mandatory subject for high school graduation "raped" his mental faculties and molded a magician out of him dusted off my book of tragedies (sink and swim variety) in surviving Chinese math. Back in grade school, I was so deficient in arithmetic skills that I have to rely on my fingers and toes to spit out guesses to simple plus and minus brain-teasers. Lucky me, I am of the gender that has other dangling tools to recruit when the counting went beyond 10! Buddy Cle Estrera's thinking-out-loud profiling of my mood swing was medically sound. He scored brownie points on the Canadian geese that share laps with us in late afternoon swim. That, however, is just the icing of the mesmerizing wonder. The ultimate high shows up on the kitchen table when our winged guests come dressed as Peking Ducks. Candice Uy's "Witcha, Golly, Wow" charmed Spectrum pages with poetic shadows of her Monday TV sitcom addiction, without a string of commercials. It never dawned on me that you can dab refreshing touches to tube products that tickle the senses; a fabulously fluid thing. I wish one of the "witches" in her circle will have the lukewarm enthusiasm to stew an ode to my favorite gang of four - Dorothy, Sophia, Blanche and Rose. Oops, you have to be golden to dig the troop.
Whoa, a week's salary for merely sipping other writers' juices.
Mixed
Bag from Bunn Hill
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Where is Home?
A hello and a smile to everybody! This is Aurora/Siokhian signing in. I feel privileged to have been given the opportunity to write this column after having been away from LCHS for 40 years. This column will be a mixed bag of special memories and topics medical or otherwise that hopefully will interest most of us. Please no questions about Viagra, ... ( just kidding).
Bunn Hill is where I live, not quite at the top, but almost. THIS IS MY HOME. Although born in Initao Misamis Oriental, Philippines, the USA and the beautiful hills of south central New York state have won my heart. Iligan City was where my maternal grandfather owned a store prior to World War II and where my mother lived until she was married. It is also where I went to Chinese school. Despite all these ties, Initao was my home for the longest time and still occupies a very special warm place in my heart.
As children and grandchildren of immigrants, and as immigrants ourselves, sometimes we have to take more time to answer the question about where home is. Some of our parents may have confused us about which place to call home, their birthplace or ours. We may have done the same to our children. My beloved, hardworking and handsome father lived most of his adult life in Initao. He raised a family, established a business and earned the love and respect of family and friends but talked longingly of returning to Kinmen (Quemoy) someday. On the contrary, my mother, ahead of her time in many ways, was also from Kinmen but adopted Iligan then Initao as her home and never looked back.
Loyalty to the ancestral home is honorable and admirable, but the longing to return may prevent some people from planting deeper roots in the present, sometimes to the detriment of the next generation.
So ...
Hai San, where is home?
Loloy Tan, where is home?
Ernie Yu, where is home?
Till next time.
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Briefs
from Down Under
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San Juan of the South
I was planning to write about the victory of our fellow LCHSian Henry Dy’s campaign for the second highest elective post of Iligan City. But I am very disappointed that this is not going to be so. The sovereign people of our city has spoken through the ballot last May 14. The majority of the voters thought otherwise. And we have nothing else to do but to respect their sovereign will. And let us accept the result of the election although it may not be our desired outcome. That is what democracy is about.
Kagawad Henry Dy was voted as the Most Outstanding Councilor of the Decade by the press and media group in recognition of his dedication and exemplary services to the city. There was no doubt that he is the most capable and most qualified for the job as the next Vice Mayor. I doubt it very much if we could find someone else better than him to run again in the future. After serving three consecutive terms as city councilor with distinction, I will not be surprised if this will be the end of his political career. And Iligan City is the ultimate loser by being deprived of the talents, skills and dynamic services of Henry Dy. Politics is not an easy game especially in the Philippines. In most cases, it is a very dirty game. It is so unpredictable. Your friends today may become your enemies tomorrow. And your foes now may be your allies in the future. Perhaps it is a consolation that one could also exit from a political life.
The election results in Iligan was really a very surprising one as far as this observer from afar is concerned especially with the senatorial race. We are talking here of a highly urbanized city with a very high literacy rate. A place that for so many years proudly wore the crown as the Industrial City of the South. It was one of the three cities in the entire nation that defied the then up and coming dictator Ferdinand Marcos in the 1969 presidential election. The Iliganons then could hold their heads high with pride. We were then the intelligent voters who were fearless and principled along with the Caviteños and the Manileños.
With the election results of 2001, I am ashamed to be an Iliganon! Not only because we had rejected Henry Dy in his aspiration to serve more as vice mayor, but also because we gave our votes to the senatorial candidates whose loyalty are not to the Filipino people but to a disgraced former President. As if a Mount Iligan had the biggest Eraption last May 14! In this aspect, the choice was very clear as black and white, or to put it bluntly, between the good and the evil! I wonder if the people of Iligan, when they pray at the St. Michael’s Cathedral, worship the creature at the feet of our city’s patron saint? It may be comforting for Henry Dy to realize that he was not victorious when the Iliganon voters had lowered their IQ dramatically.
Sometime ago, after we lost the title of “Industrial City of the South” with the closure of so many industries within the city, a suggestion was to adopt “City of Waterfalls” as the new slogan to attract more tourist to the city to generate more income. Why not “San Juan of the South”! Perhaps, a few million of pesos or even billions will be invested in the city from the juetingate. As for me, I don't think I care anymore.
Words for the Young Ones
By Cle S. Estrera, Jr., M.D. (CIM ’72)
One ancient Chinese once said, “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” For Jonathan Mark Te, he just started that journey by writing his first article in the Spectrum. Hopefully, he’ll take one more step and then some more to reach one destination after another to have more than enough to constitute a journey for himself. Now how about the rest of you potential young writers? Are you not going to embark on your own journey and take the first step? Any thought, idea, opinion, philosophy, etc., you want to share? Afraid or worried that what you’re going to write may not be good enough? Are you not interested in finding out what you are really capable of doing? Unless you take the first step and start embarking on a journey, you will never know how good you can really be.
The first step is always the most difficult in most of the things we are set to do – a struggle that often defeats so many of us. It’s not the lack of ability and knowledge that defeats us, but the lack of courage – the guts to go against the grain. The worry and fear of what others might think and say about us give us a paralyzing effect. Thus when we plan to do something like writing in particular, we tend to focus on satisfying someone else’s expectation, not our own. We try very hard to please or impress others, instead of just giving our best, share what we know, have some fun and perhaps hope to make a difference in someone else’s life even if only to serve as an example that would encourage someone to do what we’re doing. We don’t like negative comments or criticism. But who does?
Criticism is a way of life in our culture and society that unfortunately we often take it as negative and destructive even if it is not meant to be. Criticism comes from every direction, from our own family, friends, peers, classmates, and even teachers. Just thinking about it can be disturbing. Yet it’s not so much the criticism from others but our own criticism to ourselves that paralyzes and keeps us from pursuing our plans or desires. I, myself, grew up with criticisms. Being the youngest of the four boys in the family of eight, and the dullest at the time, I had probably eaten more criticisms than eggs for breakfast, more than meat for lunch and dinner. They did not just come from within our family but also from others. They made me feel like I was nothing more than an irritating twinkle in everyone’s eye. But the most embarrassing criticisms were from our arithmetic teacher in grade 4 who was my uncle and who had the bad habit of terrorizing the class during his frequent onset of irritability. My uncle often used my forehead as an eraser because I could not come up with the right answer to a simple problem on the blackboard, not to mention the degrading words that always went along with it. He probably threw more chalks and erasers at me than the money he threw away in one of those mahjong tables. No classmate would sit behind me because I was quick enough to duck and avoid the chalk or eraser thrown. I was so happy to barely pass his class.
Criticisms are embarrassing particularly when they are given in front of your peers, friends or classmates. They often hurt our feelings and for the first 13 years of my life, I had spent for them more than enough tears to re-star the universe. Perhaps fate was on my side when my parents decided to transfer me to the University of Southern Philippines in Cebu during my sophomore year in high school. Coming from a small school in a small town of Camotes to a big school in a big city like Cebu, it was quiet a change for a little boy with a little brain like me. Somehow it did not take me long to realize that I was more than everyone thought I was. I became determined to make it so. I was placed initially in Section 9 next to the bottom among the dullest. It was a little comfort knowing that Section 10 was the worst among the dullest. But in three months time, I became the best among the worst and was transferred to Section 1 among the brightest. It was like my brain cells had finally started growing to their normal sizes. Of course, criticisms continued although they no longer hurt that much, for I had already started to discover my own true potential. Also, I started to develop an attitude of “Damn the torpedoes! Full speed ahead!”
Unfortunately, many people had absorbed criticisms starting from their childhood, stored them in their mind, and have continued to allow them to affect their attitude, decisions and way of life in their adult life. The fear of criticism has continued to dominate their mind that they haven’t been able to explore and discover their own true potential. They go through life leaving behind the best of them – the best of what they could have been.
Now Spectrum is your chance to discover your own true potential in writing. Like Jonathan Te, just start writing even if it’s only for fun. In fact, if you notice the regular articles of Spectrum, they are written as if the ones who wrote them are having fun. But they also provide us with different ideas, information, knowledge, philosophy, wit, wisdom, etc.
Coming to Silliman
By Jonathan Mark N. Te
Batch 1996
It has been five years now since I arrived in “The City of Gentle People” – that is Dumaguete City. And so far, it has been an exciting journey. Sometimes I would wonder why I ever chose to stay here to work after I finished college. Oh, it must be that certain magic in Dumaguete City and Silliman University that one finds hard to resist.
Dumaguete and Silliman go together like twin brothers. At times, if you talk to somebody about Dumaguete City, you’ll just have to mention Silliman before he would know where Dumaguete is. For those of you who don’t know where Dumaguete is, the simple answer to that would be “Where Silliman is located!”. Then you’d get a resounding response like, “Ah ... Dumaguete ... yes, of course, I remember.” I got this experience when fellow Iliganons asked me where I would be for my college education.
I got a rough draft of what Dumaguete and Silliman were like back in 1994 when I was still in my 3rd year high school. That time, I missed a whole week of classes as I was the only one left to tend to the family business since my parents were both in Cebu for some important matters. When I got back to my classes, our English teacher was complaining about how noisy my classmates were and that her throat could not keep up with their misdemeanor. She lasted for only two weeks. Mrs. Maria Celeste Amor-Ham, a Silliman graduate, replaced that English teacher. She had taught for the school before in 1988 and was the adviser for my brother’s class.
Mrs. Ham’s residence was near the school. Her son studied in LCHS, one reason why she was always around. Maybe the school could not find a replacement for our English teacher at such short notice, so Mrs. Ham was called upon to become the high school level’s English teacher.
In general, Sillimanians are known to have a good command of the English language and Mrs. Ham was no exception. She always commanded the stage when she was discussing. And she never failed to talk about Dumaguete City, and along with it, Silliman University. From her, I got a bird’s eyeview of what to expect from Dumaguete and Silliman.
Mrs. Ham used to talk about how safe it was to go strolling around the city at night, not worrying about robbers or some bad elements. She described what Dumaguete was like and partly talked about college life in Silliman. She had a way of talking about it like it just happened the day before, always with that giant smile and sparkling eyes that enchanted most of us. One could visualize easily her stories as she talked about them. I was in need of some excitements in my life then. By that time, I had considered Silliman as one of the schools where I would want to go for my college. There was just something in Silliman that I felt I have to see for myself.
Backtrack to five years ago: After taking and passing the entrance exam at Silliman, and after enrolling, I came back for the third time. This time, my father did not accompany me. I was with my two classmates, Marigold Papa and Johnard Ngo. They must have felt the same way I did. I was so excited and full of expectations, despite the inconveniences of a 6-hour long trip by boat. A new life was to unfold where I would be the one to dictate its course of action.
Five years later ... the magic is still here. And it’s here
to stay.
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BATCH
1965
Vicente Balucan; Alberto Bernardo, Shemberg Marketing
Corp., Legaspi Ext., Cebu City, tel. 254-0774; Antonio Chan, Zone
2 Purok 3 Riverside, Mahayahay, Iligan City, tel. 221-1079; Carmen Chan
(deceased); Charrie Chin, U.S.A.; Fernando Chin, Iligan
City; Victor Chiu, Quezon Ave. Ext., Pala-o, Iligan City, tel. 221-6180;
Bonifacia
Co (Go), Hug Marketing, 23 D. Jakosalem St., Cebu City, tel. 255-3065;
Antonio
"Alaska" Dy, Leyte; Joel Lituan Dy, Bacolod, Lanao del Norte;
Dy
Sio Te, Exquisite Display Center, Tubod Highway, Iligan City, tel.
221-6079; John Go, Edmonton, Alberta, Canada; Corazon Guiterez,
971 Josefina St., España, Manila;
Fernando Khu, FK Mart,
Aguinaldo St., Pala-o, Iligan City, tel. No. 221-3819; Artemio Lagrosas,
J. Ong St., Brgy. Saray, Tibanga, Iligan City, tel. 223-8438; Carmen
Lim; Clemente Lim, Maputi, Naa-wan, Misamis Oriental;
Charmaine
Molo, Steeltown, Suarez, Iligan City, tel. 221-9567; Victor "Ching
Sui" Ong; Alexander Rodriguez, 3191 Crystal Way, Miramar, Florida,
33025, U.S.A., e-mail: alpacino_8@hotmail.com; Jaime Rodriguez,
Cebu City; Johnson Sy, Lugait, Misamis Oriental; Lydia Sy (Chona),
7-AB Maria Cristina St., Cebu City, tel. 253-5387; Norma Sy (Lim),
Lian Guan Hardware, Quezon Ave., Iligan City, tels. 221-3262, 221-3740;
Marciaino
Tan, c/o Lanao Milling Corp., Tubod Highway, Iligan City, tel. 221-2756;
Manuel
Te, Goodyear Commercial, Mercado St., Iligan City, tel. 221-3044;
James
Tiu Huan, Cagayan Rice Traders, Lapasan, Cagayan de Oro City, tel.
(08822) 724-629; Anita Uy, Cagayan de Oro City; Glicerio Uy,
Kaideco, Inc., Tibanga, Iligan City, tel. 221-5660; and Ernesto Yu,
197 Dan Troy, Williamsville, New York, U.S.A., e-mail: Ernstyu49@aol.com.
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Aerial view of Iligan today