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By Teresita Racines (Batch '67)
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The
Spectrum
website registered over 2,000 viewers on the World Wide Web, as of June
30, 2001. Over the past 5 months since the web site was set up at
GeoCities as its host server, June registered the highest number of viewers
with 498 recorded hits. The following site statistics show a remarkable
leap in June in the number of visitors from around the globe: February,
379 hits; March, 467; April, 368; May, 345; and June, 498. The Spectrum
web site used to be hosted by Iligan Net, where the LCHS Alumni Home Page
is based since its birth in 1997. A series of system modifications at Iligan
Net in February this year rendered its server inaccessible for the Spectrum
to upload files. Since then the Spectrum has found its new
home at GeoCities, U.S.A., where all the Spectrum issues starting
year 2001 can be viewed. The website is: http://www.geocities.com/lchsspectrum.
Meanwhile, the Spectrum printed edition is gradually drawing more
subscribers in Iligan. The latest subscriber is Flora Chiu Macarambon (Batch
'60). The Spectrum also acknowledges the continuing support of the
PNB Pala-o branch headed by Eulogio Bona. The bank has been a consistent
subscriber and sponsor of the Spectrum hard copy since its first
printed edition during the time of its former branch manager, George Cuevas.
Among other banks in Iligan who are regular subscribers are Metrobank,
First e-bank; PDCP Bank, and Security Bank.
6
students granted scholarship
By Roger Suminguit (Batch '73)
Six LCHS students were the beneficiaries of the Scholarship Program of the LCHS Alumni Foundation for this school year. They are Silvester Lee Siangco, 2nd year high school; John Paul Gerona, 1st year; Roxanne Conor, 2nd year; Jill Anne Wong, 1st year; Joanne Marie Suminguit, grade VI; and Mark Vincent Siangco, grade III. The LCHS Alumni Foundation has sounded a call for more contributions from generous alumni to enable the Foundation to continue with its laudable scholarship project. The first to respond to the call was Caroline Sy who contributed P3,000 in cash. Another contribution of P3,500 came from the family of Te Thong Ben (Tan Lam), now 92 years old, in the name of his wife, the late Elisa Suminguit. With its humble donation, the family wishes to show that it shares the noble cause of the Foundation in providing education to the needy. The late Elisa Suminguit, who herself only reached grade III, labored all her life to enable and see all her seven children successfully finish college.
Tree
planting in full swing
By Roger Suminguit (Batch '73)
The LCHS-AA Tree Planting Project is now in full swing. More planting grounds at the LCHS compound have been cultivated and are now ready for more trees. Tree guards have been put in place around existing trees complete with individual nameplates of each alumnus who adopted the trees during the grand alumni homecoming last year. In charge of the Tree Planting Project are Roger Suminguit, Reynaldo Suminguit, and Roberto Lagrosas. The current thrust of the project is to recreate an environment at the new Pala-o complex reminiscent of the old Roosevelt campus by propagating the same variety of pine trees, cypress trees, short Chinese bamboo trees, and champaca. It may be recalled that the first cypress seedlings in Iligan were brought all the way from Taiwan by former school principal Tan Lian Hun to be planted at the LCHS Roosevelt campus in 1956. Alumni are encouraged to adopt more trees to support the project. Available now are mahogany and dwarf palm trees at P300 only per tree; and pine trees at P200 each. Each tree will bear the name of the donor for life.
New column for LCHS students
A new column to be run exclusively by LCHS students and teachers will soon adorn the pages of the Spectrum. The column, "Campus Beat," is open to all LCHS students, teachers and administrative staff. It will feature articles, poems, theme compositions, personality profiles, trivia, announcements, news bits, and everything related to LCHS campus. Materials for this section may be submitted to Teresita Racines or Roger Suminguit in Iligan, or directly to the Spectrum editor, through e-mail: hvty@skyinet.net
Alumni
in circulation
"Traces" logged quite a mean mileage this week catching up with alumni on the move. Joy Honeylet Wang (Batch '96), is due back in Cebu end of this month from her two-month job training in Kentucky, U.S.A. She is connected with Lexmark International at the Mactan Export Processing Zone. Seen recently enjoying a few weeks' holiday with her children in Iligan away from her job in Taiwan was Felicitas Ly (Batch '69). Her family used to run the famous Hongkong Restaurant in the 60s. Her brother, Achiong Ly (Batch '67), is now living in Zamboanga City with his family. Bonifacia Co Go (Batch '65) arrived home in Cebu last June 24 after a two-week vacation with a group of friends in Vancouver, Canada. The group also spent several days cruising along the coasts of Alaska aboard a luxury ship. Early on, Joselyn Ang (Batch '67) arrived home together with sisters Linda Ang (Batch '59), Elsa Ang-Uy (Batch '63) and Lisa Ang, wife of Charles Ang (Batch '71), from a 3-week swing across Florida, San Francisco, San Diego, Las Vegas, and Tijuana. Tessie Siao Go (Batch '66) acted as tour guide for the four visitors in San Diego. They also travelled to Bradenton, Florida, to visit Georgia "Inday" Lim-Foster (Batch '59), of Lian Thay Trading. It was the first meeting ever for batch mates Linda Ang and Inday Lim after 40 long years. Inday's husband, who was connected with the world famous Tropicana Orange Juice company, died four years ago. Leaving for Las Vegas for a summer spree are Evelyn Yu Go (Batch '77) and daughter Karen. Las Vegas is two and a half hours straight ride from San Antonio, Texas, by plane. Currently in the U.S.A. is Peter Sy (Batch '62), who is spending a few months visiting friends and exploring America. He is staying in Los Angeles, Calif., but is touring Orlando, Florida over the week. And soon to transfer home from Missouri, U.S.A. back to Iligan is Himaya Siao-Tollison (Batch '59), sister of Guardson Siao (Batch '58). Another alumnus perpetually on the move is Roger Suminguit (Batch '73) who now commutes regularly between Iligan and Cagayan de Oro in pursuit of his post-graduate studies in MM-EM (Master's in Management - with major in Environment Management) at the Liceo de Cagayan University in CdeO.
Remembering
the "monk"
Thu, 05 Jul 2001 20:25:37 +0800
The article, "The Monk and the Ampao Maker of Iligan," by Charles O.
Sy (Spectrum, July 2, 2001), is really interesting and delightful.
It brings back so much old memories. It's amazing that he still remembers
the "monk" and the ampao maker and thought of writing about them.
--Kho Siok We (Batch '57), Cebu, Phiilippines, ksw@pacific.net.ph
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Life's
Journey
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A Glossary of Special Occasions (Part I)
Special occasions are called special because they are celebrated in some special ways. They don’t happen everyday of our lives, if ever only once a year or once in a lifetime. As far as the Philippines is concerned, we have these special occasions being celebrated annually, among them:
JANUARY
New Year’s Day (January 1) – the first day of the year when
we welcome the new year with so much promise and hope in polka dots apparel.
Three Kings (every first Sunday of this month) – a.k.a. Feast
of the Epiphany. A tribute to Melchor, Gaspar, and Baltazar.
Sinulog sa Cebu (every third Sunday of this month) – when Cebu
becomes a paradise with people from all walks of life coming to the “Queen
City of the South” to watch the parade, Mardi Gras, floats, higantes,
and other fanfare in honor of Sto. Nino de Cebu. Viva Pit Senor.
FEBRUARY
Kandelaria (February 2) – from the word kandela or candle,
when we buy those glamorized candles being displayed and peddled outside
the church and placed them in our home altar.
Valentine’s Day (February 14) – a day when people with a heart
that loves remember their loved ones by sending them cards or gifts. A
time when ordinary flowers are sold at extraordinary prices.
Heart Month – proclaimed by the Philippine Heart Association
as a month-long celebration of anything that has to do with the most important
organ of the human body. Take good care of your heart; it’s the only one
you have.
MARCH
Fire Prevention Month – observed the whole month of March with
the Fire Department of our respective locality as the prime mover.
Lung Month – proclaimed by BAGA (a group of lung specialists
or pulmonologists) as a time to remind the lungs to Breathe Always
Good
Air,
be environment-friendly, no to smoking, dust, fumes, and other pollutants.
Ash Wednesday – observed six weeks prior to Holy Week when we
see a lot of foreheads with a Cross sign among Catholics. No meat today.
Summer Break – usually the last week of this month when students
start their R and R, a respite from a daily buffet of school assignments
or a smorgasbord of long exams.
APRIL
April Fools (April 1) – time to fool your friends without
being guilty of committing mortal sin. But fooling around with somebody
somewhere somehow is something that warrants a confession to Fr. John,
as in “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.”
Araw ng Kagitingan (April 9) – used to be called Bataan Day
when we were kids. It’s still considered a public holiday now that we are
midlifers.
Palm Sunday – observed a week before Holy Week when leaves from
coconut trees suddenly disappear. It’s called Bendeta sa Lukay in
the vernacular.
Holy Thursday – a holy day for meditation, recollection, confession,
etc. a.k.a. as Huwebes Santo.
Good Friday – a good day to go church hopping (Bisita Iglesia).
A day of fasting and abstinence from eating meat and anything that makes
us say “Goodah!”
Easter Sunday – a happy Sunday to go egg hunting or hunting
for eggs of all kinds, but not necessarily serving an egg-ful meal (nog,
roll, stuffed, sandwich, century, salted, scrambled, etc.).
Graduation – when toga, diploma, medalya, atbp.
become most common sights in the school auditorium and its premises
along with leis, corsage, and bouquet of flowers.
MAY
Labor Day (May 1) – a special non-working holiday when people
don’t have to labor and toil, except for pregnant women on full term.
Mother’s Day (every second Sunday of this month) – a tribute
to all mothers, including STEPmother, GODmother, STAGEmother, and all mader-maderans.
Flores de Mayo – called the Flower Month when practically all
flowers are in bloom, a.k.a. Maytime Festival and is associated with Reyna
Elena, atbp. of the Santa Cruzan clan.
JUNE
School Opening – when we see students smiling end to end out
of sheer excitement to be back to school, away from the kulit parents’
blab-blahs.
Independence Day (June 12) – when the Pinoy flag or watawat
becomes a common sight practically anywhere from Aparri to Jolo.
Fiesta sa Colon (every second week of this month) – a weeklong
celebration in the oldest street in Cebu showcasing the best of Colon,
the place where boys and girls of all kinds used to hang around (school,
shoeshine, newspaper, or call).
Father’s Day (every third Sunday of this month) - a tribute
to all fathers, the counterpart of mothers, including STEPfather,
GODfather, STAGEfather, and all pader-paderans.
Feast of our Mother of Perpetual Help (also every third Sunday
of this month) – when Redemptorist church becomes a novena-rium, a devotee’s
mecca, where people ask for our Mother’s intercession.
Adlaw sa Iligan (June 16) – the day Iligan became a chartered
city, within the Baby Boomers’ era, circa 1950.
Rizal’s Birthday (June 19) – a time to remember our national
hero who was born somewhere in time during the Maria Clara era in
Calamba, Laguna, circa 1861.
Feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus (every fourth Friday of this
month) – whose twelve promises have always served as life’s inspiration
specially when we are down and troubled, and we need a helping hand.
San Juan (June 24) – a time for picnic among family and friends
under the scorching heat of an extended summer sun.
San Pedro (June 29) – as if San Juan is not enough, again, people
go swimming, eating, singing, dancing, frolicking, ad nauseam.
June 30 – the last day of the month for all women intending
to walk down the aisles to be considered June Brides.
JULY
Nutrition Month – a monthlong celebration organized by the Nutrition
and Dietitics Association of the Philippines to promote the right diet,
ideal body weight, etc. by cooking right and eating right.
Fil-Am Friendship Day (July 4) - when you see these imported
all-American goods being displayed and sold in the supermarket, patronized
by Pinoys with colonial mentality who believe in the adage that “anything
imported is good.”
Diabetes Week (last week of this month) - a weeklong celebration
to remind people about the sugary disease called Diabetes, its pathogenesis,
management, prevention, etc. (To be continued next issue)
Straight
from the Heart
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Sweet Revenge
I’ve been attending Taebo classes for the past several weeks now. Not because I want to look like Cameron Diaz because our trainer was very specific about “setting realistic” goals. Another way of saying that there’s a fat chance that I’d lose the extra weight I’ve slowly gained after three pregnancies. So I rechecked my reasons on why I really wanted to go on with this regimen.
First and foremost in the list is Diabetes. I’ve been warned over and over by my OB-GYN that with my family history, and with my gestational diabetes each time I get pregnant, I’m a very good candidate of developing a full blown diabetes as I get older. She said it usually starts at the age of 40, meaning I have 9 more years to go. I’ve never been a “good candidate” for anything in my whole life. At first it sounds nice to hear that I’d be a good candidate for something, then it turned out to be Diabetes. I was told that my only chance at it is to maintain a healthy diet, exercise regularly and of course stay away from too much sweet. I can say that I eat “healthily” and I’m not very fond of sweet things. Now the only thing left is the “exercise regularly” part. Since at the store, where I am everyday, the most exercise I could do is walk to the water dispenser and then back to my desk. Or bend a little if my pen falls down or a delivery receipt flies off the table. So, armed with this thought that I have an enemy to beat in the name of Diabetes I have my goal.
To make matter more serious, last June another aunt of mine succumbs to Diabetes. She died at the age of 60. She was a younger sister of my father; we called her Kwa Lily. And this scared the hell out of me. For one thing all my life I’ve always been called by our relatives from my father’s side as Lily-gamay. Being a deadringer or the exact replica of my aunt. Though unfortunately we didn’t have a chance to be close because she lived in Kamalarang, and she seldom came to Iligan. But having been told to look just like her I somehow feel that we have this invisible bond between us. I know this may sound silly but I feel that if she suffered diabetes I’m also bound to have it later in life. I know our readers who are in the medical field would probably think I’m losing it. But that’s really how I feel.
I’ve heard how her family has suffered with her all these years that she’s been plagued with this ailment. And I don’t want my family to go through the same ordeal with me. I don’t know if it’s too late now but I feel that I have to give it a try, and start somewhere. Just in case I’ll be able to beat this.
Every morning I have to remind myself of this enemy just to be able to get up early and drag myself through the glass portals of the gym. And every morning as I’m already sweating it out, and huffing and puffing, I already feel that I’ve accomplished something. That inch by inch I’m running away from Diabetes.
Now when I hear comments like “you’re so sweet,” I don’t feel like my blood sugar is getting ready to jump out of my veins in jubilation. Unlike before when the mere mention of sugar or chocolate seems to propel my blood sugar sky high.
I’m all set to kick this Diabetes in the butt. I just hope that
when I celebrate my 60th birthday, I can safely say with all sweetness
that I’ve had my sweet revenge.
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moody
BLUES, 14221
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The Write Stuff: The scenario pretty much replicated a classic dab of deja vu. After being tormented in the operating rooms with an incessant barrage of agonizing tales on physical dysfunction and on families clinging tough on naked panic, my call-beeper is downgraded into a mere digital gadget with a touchy sensitivity embracing a bloated waistline. Nonetheless, my hyperactive brain atoms stubbornly refuse to snag a sedate mileage out of this rare, blissful interlude in a night with a thousand eyes -- the twirling lights of ambulance that promise traumatizing surprises! Thus, being a bonafide opponent of gray matter idleness, I made a conscious effort not to jump out of my skin by the Spectrum editor's panic siren. With limitless time to browse my gentler thoughts, I always savor refreshing delight in the amusing shuffling of clichés and in the rosy rhapsodies about the virtue of promoting the sweet surrender between adjectives and nouns. After all, the literary world is an open stage to best showcase the drama in one's inner wirings, be it pure nonsense or meaty sound bytes. Actually, it's my knee jerk response to the writing bugs that consume me whole every time my intracranial cylinders hit the ground.
Tells you life can be as fluid as a serving of alphabet soup.
Hook, Line, And Stinker: Feels like yesterday. Armed with fishing pole, chunks of shrimp bait and bagful of hope, I bonded with a bunch of LCHS dreamers in a fishing derby at the Iligan pier; casting our luck into the turbid Lanao water at the break of dawn and proving to the sun that like her we can rise to the occasion without the rattles of an alarm clock! I remember a camaraderie built on a common goal: To come home with the biggest fish, not stories of the big ones that got away. Once, the eyeballs of my comrades went for a dive when I reeled in the stunning catch of the day: puffed-up, fist-size, spotted green critter of the sea. I would have been the talk of town had my butiti preserved its bulk till it hugged the kitchen sink! Out in the vast ocean, at the very tip of the wharf, we communed with the serenity of the moment, weaved memories to pocket for years to come, fractured only by the teasing laughters of the waves for dangling unattractive free meals. Along the shoreline, amid nicotine fog, scores of sun worshippers in relaxed squat position performed their daily ritual of flushing excretory byproducts to the carefree whistle of "Good Morning Sunshine". Some of the oceanfront residents welcomed the new day with newspapers in hand, generous enough to share the headlines later with the tiny scavengers that greet their wholesome morning offering.
What a yucky stinker!
One Night Last Summer
By Charles O. Sy
Batch 1967
While waiting for a visitor one night last summer, I had a drink at the bar of his hotel. I was half floating in limbo over an immortal melody being sung by the bar's chanteuse when a waiter brought me a bottle of beer. "This comes courtesy of the lady over there," he said. I craned my neck from where I sat to check the source of the benevolent gesture. I couldn't seem to recognize the girl at all. Just the same, I raised my glass in her direction to acknowledge the gesture even as she sat across the hall chatting with a male companion.
Moments later, the waiter returned with another bottle of beer and a pack of Marlboro. "Courtesy of the lady," he announced again. Emboldened by the mystery, I rose from my seat and approached the lady. "I came to thank you for your generosity but I'm sorry I don't remember us having met before," I said.
"Just as I thought," she smiled. "I'm Mayek; you used to call me 'Stickey' because I was as thin as a barbecue stick."
Now I remembered. That was a good 20 years ago. She was the a-go-go dancer in a pub I frequented before. A victim of drug abuse at one time of her life and pathetically penniless all the time, she used to approach me on slow nights at the pub for compliments of Tequila and cigarettes. Like the rest of the dancers, she earned a measly P50 a night as show-up allowance and relied largely on tips and commissions from drinks ordered for them by their customers. "I'm off that kind of life now," she explained. "Shortly after I quit my job, I mended my ways and turned a new leaf. I now live in Switzerland where I help out in the business of my Swiss husband. We're here on vacation. Those compliments of beer were my simple gesture of gratitude in return for your past favors."
"Well, thanks a lot," I replied, half obligingly and half trying to refresh my memory of something as trivial as giving out cigarettes and cocktail drinks in years long gone and forgotten.
"My husband and I are going to visit the pub where I used to dance before," she continued. "I'm giving a dinner blow-out for my old friends there and a few other guys who once helped me when I was down and out. Please be there because you're one of them."
Simple gestures like this paint no less a glimpse of the depth of human compassion. It breathes life into one incontrovertible facet of life's maxims: that unexpected rewards, in one form or another, often come back in return for favors that one gives without strings attached. Perhaps even more remarkable than this equation of reciprocity is that on this one summer night, an obscure girl I have long consigned to oblivion has resurfaced out of the blue to prove to the world that change of fortune is attainable for as long as one perseveres in life's journey.
Weapons of Construction
By Cle S. Estrera, Jr., M.D. (CIM
’72)
“It would all be so beautiful if people were just kind ... what is more wise than to be kind? And what is more kind than to understand?” -- Thomas Tryon
What do you do when certain people dislike others – you included? Some of you would probably just say: “Who cares? They are a bunch of assholes or sons of bitches, anyway! Or, they are snotty women who look down on poor bastard like me, anyway!” But what if you really like these people to like you and to become their friend? It’s not easy, huh! -- to make friends with these people? Wouldd it be a little easier if you can deflate your ego a little bit? But why should you? Well, for one thing, it would make you feel better inside to think that you at least can get along well with difficult people. For another, you won’t hesitate, … oh, well, may be hesitate a little bit, to approach these people for a small favor. Certainly, there are times when we need others to help us with something and it’s always good to have more friends whom we are comfortable to approach for a little bit of help.
Whether it’s a personality conflict or a dislike with no rational basis, now and then we simply have to accept the fact that some people just don’t click. Also, some people just behave in ways that sometimes break the rules of civilized behavior just to express their feeling of dislike toward others, you in particular. However, we must also realize that one person can be offended by a certain behavior … while another finds nothing wrong with it. Still, you would prefer very much for such person to like rather than dislike you. You might even want such person one day to fall in love with you. Why not?
So what can you do? The first thing to do is to try to recover from the shock that anyone can dislike you – and realize that he or she has as much right to dislike you as he or she has to like you, that is a matter of personal taste. The next thing to do is to resist the temptation to make mental faces back; to avoid the natural tendency to reciprocate the other person’s feeling by saying something unpleasant just to get back at him or her. Finally, there are secret weapons that conquer the most experienced dislikers. One of these weapons is admiration. Simply accept the person as he or she is and use your wits to find as many things about him or her you can admire – sincerely. Admire your way to someone’s friendship. Like the person harder than he or she dislikes you! It is not so much what you say, but your attitude that will do the trick. Work at not being offended and allow the person to be who he or she actually is.
Another weapon is kindness. When you have the choice between being right and being kind, always choose to be kind. Simply let go of your need to judge and dominate. Instead, strive for tolerance rather than dominance and you’ll make it really hard for someone or anyone to dislike you. After all, what good would it do to you by insisting on being right only to end up being unhappy?
Yet many of us may already have developed the illusion that being right is more important than anything else in the world. In fact, as the issues escalate in our minds, we get to a place where being right seems like a life-or-death position. When we get this way, we not only lose all sense of perspective; we also lose our sense of humor if we had one to begin with. We tend to forget how important certain people are and what better life would it be if only we become a friend to certain people or at least can get along with them. Still, we find ourselves more dedicated to being right than to being kind even at the expense of not making any friend and losing some peace of mind. Yet if we insist on being right, then someone has to be wrong. I don’t think there are too many people who are willing to accept being wrong.
Dr. Albert Schweitzer once wrote: “Constant kindness can accomplish much. As the sun makes ice melts, kindness causes misunderstanding, mistrust, and hostility to evaporate.” No one can resist kindness and sincere admiration. Sooner or later that person – who is your friend, but doesn’t know it yet – will be saying about you, “You know, I didn’t like that person at all, at first.”
We used to have a store in Linamon, Lanao del Norte and we would often hear people say: “Ayo, papalita ko ug colgate nga close up.” Colgate to mean toothpaste, or edible to mean cooking oil, and "Gasul" for LPG (Liquified Petroleum Gas), just to name a few.
At home, we also use brand names to refer to things, like refrigerators as Fridgidaire, or Tupperware for plastic containers, Thermos for vacuum flask, or Coleman for water containers.
We have trucks that were used to haul copra from the mountains that were called “Weapon” and “GI.” So one day I asked my father how they got those weird names. My father explained that the “weapon” were the trucks that were used as a weapon carrier during WWII and GI stands for Government Issue to mean trucks that were government issued. But GI took a different meaning when I was in college, it became “Genuine Ilonggo.”
While at work one day, the photocopier bogged down so a technician was called to fix it. The technician came and fixed the machine. As he was leaving, my officemate asked him, “Bay, maayo na ang among xerox?” The technician answered, “Sir, Ubix na sir, dili Xerox.” Same thing with saying: “Magpakodak ko” and you’re using Fuji or Agfa films.
Maybe because of the American influence on our Filipino culture, whenever Pinoys see a Caucasian they would usually say: “Hey, Joe…” or describe him as Americano, regardless of whether he is an Australian, a Canadian, or a German. As long as he is white then he is an Americano.
A few days ago, my sister-in-law was preparing breakfast for Alec. She called him to eat some hotcakes. When Alec came to eat it, he said “A-ko, it’s not hot anymore.” No wonder the box reads “Pancake Mix.”
The bottom line is that no matter what or how we call things, as long
as we get the message across then that would be well and good.
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BATCH
1968
Venancio Alvarez Jr., 27 Capt. V. Roa St., Cagayan de Oro City;
Jose
Booc, City Bakeshop, Quezon Ave., Iligan City, tel. 221-6459;
Rosit Cabahug; Laureto Capuyan Lao, 16195 Stonehill Court, Riverside,
California 92503, U.S.A., e-mail: Elsierito@aol.com; Jesus Chan (deceased);
Leticia
Chua; Jesus Chin Chiu; Edwin Co, CPK Mercantile, B. Labao
St., Iligan City, tel. 221-3683; Poncio Dingding; Carlina Dy,
Iligan City; Dy Sun Lay, Exquisite Gift Shoppe, Aguinaldo St., Iligan
City, tel. 221-3181; Alicia Foo, Iligan City; Henry James Go,
China Banking Corporation, Butuan City, tel. (085)-815-3455;
Mario Go,
U.S.A.; Josefina Guen; Alex Handumon, 14412 Saginaw Avenue,
Burnham, Illinois 60633, U.S.A., tel. 708-891-0888, e-mail: SyAlex@aol.com;
Henry
Kaw Hoc, Rosalinda's Store, Quezon Ave., Iligan City, tel. 221-6038;
Kho
Siok Teng, Taiwan; Emelita Lee, Zamora St., Iligan City, tel.
221-2606; Lee Kee Siang, Discovery Lights, Quezon Ave. Ext., Pala-o,
Iligan City, tel. 221-2797; Leonilo Lueong, Lluch St., Iligan City,
tel. 221-1287; Letecia Lua;
Josefina Lim, U.S.A.; San
Mondarte, Doña Maria Subd., Bara-as, Iligan City, tel. 221-1761;
Helen
Ngo (Lim); c/o Doctors' Choice Pharmacy Co.,
Door 124, Raintree Mall, F. Ramos St., Cebu City, tel. 254-9624; Lucena
Reyes; Kapatagan; Helenita Sim, Trademore Commercial Corp.,
Tubod, Iligan City, tel. 221-3086; Jim Sim, Lanao Milling Corp.,
Tubod Highway, Iligan City, tels. 221-2756, 221-3085;
Constantino Sy,
Mt. Arayat St., Singson Village, Mandaue City, tels. 346-0678, 346-1443,
cell 0915-8149655, e-mail: pzachary@revolution.net.ph;
Stephen Sy,
Lian Hong Co., Inc., Quezon Ave. Ext., Pala-o, Iligan City, tels. 221-2036,
221-3138; Cynthia Choa Tan, Manila; Mansueto Villanueva,
Cagayan de Oro City; Elizabeth Yap, Cagayan de Oro City; Cecilia
Wong Yit, Ging's Mini-Mart, Aguinaldo St., Iligan City; and Victor
Yu, Iligan City. [Next issue: Batch 1969]
A star and her escorts, 1960
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Chinese pop star, Cheng Suat Hong, at center, together with her debonaire escorts from LCHS at the old viewing deck over the Maria Cristina Falls during her Iligan concert tour in1960. In photo are, standing, from left: Roberto Handumon, Rolando Te, Chinese teacher Mr. Shing, Bona Te, Juanito Chiu (?), Siao Kok Te, and Godfrey Siao. Squatting, from left: Jaime Handumon, Nelson Sy, Eddie Rodriguez, and Chua Tek An. Photo courtesy of Eddie Rodriguez (Batch '61). |