Internet Newsletter of the Alumni of Lanao Chung Hua School Vol. 4, No. 10, July 31, 2000, Iligan City, Philippines SPECIAL REUNION ISSUE LCHS: READY TO ROCK ALL SYSTEMS GO! It's "all systems go" for the 1st LCHS Grand Alumni Homecoming (GAH) on Aug. 3-5, 2000, thus announced LCHS-AA President Arturo Samson. "It is time," he declared, "for us to exchange pleasantries, to reminisce and to sing Auld Lang Syne." After months of preparations, the facilities are now in place, the committees are ready, and the stage is set. Alumni from different parts of the globe will converge at the LCHS campus in Pala-o, Iligan City, for a grand reunion, a first in the 62-year history of LCHS. The grand affair covers three days of fun and fellowship, feasts and festivities, memories and melodies.  From the GAH Steering Committee Chairman Suniel Lim comes this welcome message: "We bid all fellow alumni a hearty welcome to this rare moment in the history of the alma mater.  Let us all relive the glory of the good old days. Let's all have fun!"

EDITORIAL STAFF Charles O. Sy, Editor Henry L. Yu, Associate Editor Correspondents: Iligan - Johnny Chen, Teresita Racines, Vinson Ngo, & Roger Suminguit. Cebu - Igdono Caracho. Metro Manila - Marie Janiefer Lee. Canada - Peter Dy & Mike Lee. Australia - Leonardo Tan. U.S.A. - Ernesto Yu, Alex Rodriguez, Aurora Tansiokhian, & Alfred Lai II. 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

Top officials to grace GAH

Left to right: Congressman Alipio Badelles, Mayor Franklin Quijano, LCHS Board
of Trustees President Sy Chu An, and LCHS School Director Henry Siao.

Top officials of the city of Iligan will be on hand to grace the GAH with their presence.  Congressman Alipio "Tikbong" Badelles, Representative of Iligan City and 1st District of Lanao del Norte, will be the guest speaker on the Gala Night on Aug. 5, 2000, while Iligan City Mayor Franklin Quijano will be the guest speaker on the Barrio Fiesta & Fellowship Night on Aug. 3, 2000.  Other dignitaries will also be on hand to speak before the gathering, among them are Sy Chu An, President of the LCHS Board of Trustees; and Henry Siao, School Director of LCHS.

SEC approves LCHSAA Foundation
By Roger Suminguit (Batch '73)

The dream of the LCHS-AA Foundation, Inc. as a legitimate foundation will soon be realized. Its article of incorporation was filed recently with the Securities & Exchange Commission in Cagayan de Oro City, and was expected to be approved within the week. The foundation has existed for almost two years now under the leadership of President Arturo G. Samson and Fe Quimbo prior to its registration with the SEC.  Its approval will be announced during the Grand Alumni Homecoming, after which the Foundation shall start accepting gift and cash donations for the LCHS Scholarship Program.

More alumni arrive home for GAH
By Teresita Racines (Batch '67)

More alumni have arrived home for the Grand Alumni Homecoming.  Among the early birds are Antonio Leo Te (Batch '69) from Taiwan; Greg Dy (Batch '59), Alex Handumon (Batch '68), Larry Sy (Batch '72), Evelyn Yu Go (Batch '77), Teresita Siao Go (Batch '66), and Ernesto Yu (Batch '65) from the U.S.A.; Mike Lee (Batch '66) and Jesus Dy (Batch '63) from Canada. Meanwhile, more and more alumni have also come forward to register for the GAH.  The latest registrants are Richard Dy,  Kee Sen Lee,  Richard Lim, Reynaldo Grepaldo, Michael John Siangco, Jennifer Te, Glicerio Uy,  Luisa Uy Libron, Eliza Uy Go, Joaquin Tan II, and Lilia Sy. GAH organizers expect total registration to exceed 200 alumni by Aug. 3.

By Roger Suminguit, Batch 1973

Teachers Attending the GAH
The forthcoming Grand Alumni Homecoming will be an occasion for us to reunite with our former teachers.  As early as two weeks ago, I began sending out invitation letters to our former teachers living in Iligan City. Among them: Fidel Fuertes, Cresenciano Kong Jiz de Ortega, Mr. Gener, Josefina Tan-Gaid, Crisanta Alcover-Ayson, Maria Juana Alcover-Chio, Elmer Tamano Lastimoso, Susan Chio-Dano, ma'am Arnejo, Rosalinda Toledo-Sidlao, Jupet Calumba-Quirante. Ma'am Aberion has lived in Davao City for a long time.  She has been invited as well.  All our teachers are eager to meet their former LCHS students. They told me of their excitement to join us at the GAH when I interviewed them recently.

Alumni Whereabouts
At the height of our GAH campaign, I had the pleasant opportunity to meet several alumni.  Some of those I met recently were Roberto Chua (Batch '71) of Venaviente Store; Chiu Chong Bing and Chio Ningning (Batch '73), owners of Hock Chuan Commercial; Dionisio Chiu, Lily Lueong, and Aldo Caracho (all of Batch '67).  Former Municipal Mayor Clemente Lim, Artemio Lagrosas (with PPA-Iligan Port), Antonio Chan (now an insurance agent), and Victor Chiu, CPA, now an independent auditor (all of Batch '65).  I also bumped into Timestocles "Timy" Tan (Batch '69), who is now a copra and grocery trader in Na-awan, Misamis Oriental. Would you believe we have one brave alumnus who is making inroads in a place where even angels dare not tread?  He is Bonifacio Khu (Batch '71), who has made Kauswagan, Lanao del Norte, his new home.  There's no truth to the rumor that Bonnie is there to launch a Khu d'etat.

From the Secretariat
The GAH is just around the corner. The LCHS-AA officers and GAH committees are moving heaven and earth to make this grand affair not only a successful one, but also a memorable one in every way.  It is our fervent hope that all alumni will come forward and be counted.  Together, let's rekindle our sense of belonging and pride in our dearest Alma Mater, LCHS!  It is also our responsibility to celebrate and be present in this  once in a lifetime affair.  Let's all get together -- one more time.

Kampei!
Thu, 20 Jul 2000 08:14:32 +0900

I wish all your alumni plenty of cheers and good luck in your Grand Homecoming.  Your alumni association is to be commended for taking on this colossal job of grouping together your alumni from the beginning for your school to the present.  I have been following developments of this activity in your Spectrum on the Internet.  I am impressed by the hard work all of you have exerted for more than a year to make this homecoming a success.  That your alumni from different parts of the world have taken the long journey to come home for your affair is proof positive that your efforts are not in vain.  You all have my respect and admiration.  Kampei, LCHS alumni!  -- Hideo Tsuji, freelance journalist, Hamura, Japan, hideo99@ca.so-net.jp

Congratulations to Cheryle Uy Buenaventura, the youngest daughter of Rogelio and Dina Uy Buenaventura (Batch '58) for passing the Nursing State Board exam in New York, U.S.A.  -- Gloricita Racines Kinnan (Batch '66), Keno, Oregon, U.S.A., WGKINNAN17@aol.com

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

I once dismissed as plain baloney a ballader-pal's assertion that lyrics are the heart and soul of any song. "How can that be," I argued, "when the flow of musical notes has to have an inspiring, touchy-feeley tinge to its orchestral beginning?" It took a delicate love bug - Practically. Not the lethal Manila variety! - to right my misdirected sensitivity to the palpable essence of every sedating melody that vibrates in my ears. Indeed, lyrics are what make songs breathe life. The appealing juice in the apple, the rainbow in the rain, the love in loveliness.

Take for example, the duet hit "If You Ever Leave Me" of Vince Gill and Barbara Streisand: I rather go through any pain love puts us through / Than to spend one day without you by my side / If you ever leave me will you take me with you / If you're ever lonely I wanna be lonely too/ My home is beside you no matter where you go / My love is inside you even more than you know. Anyone who has baby cupid's infectious cooing fascination can't shy away from the sensuous delight wrapped in each meaningful syllable of this winning number. Initially, no doubt, the rhythmic beats merely coat your hearing receptors with uncomplicated joy. Ultimately, the harmonic whirlwind of romantic words triumphs over the symphonic boost: sets you up to a mood level where you can vividly picture the poetic smile in a deadly-in-love heart, drifts you right down to the magical paradise of angels and fairies.

Our Reunion stands in equal footing with this gem among songwriters. During our Alumni Homecoming, the "you" part of this mill of humanity is the major bang. It is pure heaven to be afforded the chance to amble leisurely into an era where innocence and youth are packed to the brim with astoundingly refreshing memories of all grades; to be taxied to a time frame when migraine and emotional turmoils don't ambush psychic peace in devastating waves and don't linger in the doorsteps like dark clouds too lazy to depart; to be able to reset the clocks back to those mesmerizing hours in LCHS sceneries when unsoiled brains are molded, sculptured, scolded and refined to transform into networks of basic intelligence; to scan the shimmering splendor of chasing and adoring your puppy loves at a stage of development where the nights belonged to fantasy and dream; to revisit the graveyard of splintered reveries of your salad days in order to laugh away, once and for all, your nagging yearning for yesteryears' silly sweetness, and pedal your way back to the present with an album of retouched memories. Our Reunion marches on with all these potential breathers waiting to be served to those fortunate mortals in attendance who could trim the core grandeur of romanticizing the past and sway in the lyrics of familiar golden songs, skimming out the superficial layer that visualizes plainly the bygone days of the birds and the bees, the colorless component of a musical score.

How would you slurp the stolen moments in your grasp? Mine will be dedicated to dispensing gratitude to ancient mentors who lavished my adolescence with excellent advice and guidance, swapping muted glances with former campus beauties who taught me how to value the phenomenal wonder of silence, tapping the shoulders of unsung heroes who designed a distant star for me to reach ... and snaring the flickering fireflies that shred every lyric in my collection of choiced songs into a rabid impulse to splash love into my Dateline Buffalo byline.

Excuse me, Backstreet Boys' "No One Else Comes Close" is daring me to dream.

By Marie Janiefer Q. Lee, Batch '87

What I have right now are faded photographs of my childhood classmates and friends. I wonder how they are now? Has time been kind to them?

This coming Grand Alumni Homecoming will be my chance to see my friends again. My friends who have always been there for me, whose calls always leave me with a big smile on my face, a laughing heart and a special twinkle in my eyes.  My friends who have never missed sending those text messages 25 hours a day.  Their words always have a comforting and inspiring effect on me.

I missed those times when we could just chat the whole day through. Be it in the park or just anywhere, and when our world was just so simple. Those times when our biggest problem was simply how to pass to the next level in school with flying colors. Back then we were in a hurry to grow up, not knowing that our "big" problems then were actually nothing compared to our problems now. It's like saying that if only I'd known, I'd have taken my time then and stopped being in such a hurry to grow up.

This coming reunion will be my chance to finally see again those friends whom I've been longing to see. Those who separated from us way before we were old enough to ask for their forwarding addresses. It will be my chance to finally say the things that I've never had a chance to before.

It's another chance to see those familiar smiles, those infectious laughs or agik-ik's, those facial expressions that I've tried so hard to imagine these past few years. I wonder if we could still hold hands without feeling awkward; and if being near them once more would still feel the same way as the last time.  I wonder if we could still read each other's eyes that by just one look we would all burst into laughter over a secret joke. Or by just one look could we still talk about somebody who's just passing by. We used to be good at that.

I wonder if they still remember our favorite songs. Those we would hum along all day in school. Those songs that have accompanied us when we were growing up, those songs that seemed like they were especially made just for us. And those songs that would always be played wherever we went, like in the movie houses right before the movie started.  I wonder if we can still talk about our dreams, not those what-we-want-to-be types of dream but those that we just had the night before. Those simply absurd, hilarious and weird dreams that we usually shared with each other the morning after.  I wonder how it would feel to be near those same people that have just been part of my memory these past years. Is it still the same friend that I've left many years ago? I fervently wish that I would have my dear friends in one place this August, the place we all used to call home.

This is just the right time to get new photos of each other, new ones to treasure to give the faded photographs a rest.

By Leonardo "Eddie" Tan, Batch '66

I find it very difficult to write this time. My heart and mind are in disagreement and poles apart. A part of me is still hoping that I could be in Iligan and dreaming to be around during the momentous history of LCHS, our alma mater. While the other part tells me that I am going to miss the grand affair and that is becoming the reality.

However, I am not alone. There will be hundreds like me who will be absent and could not answer the roll call at the Grand Alumni Homecoming. I know every LCHSian would like to be back at the LCHS campus from August 3 to 5. But not all will be fortunate enough to make the sentimental journey this millennium year. Maybe the next time, if ever there will be one.

I have never regretted it much, until this time, why I could not be the master of my own destiny. Until I shall read the full story of the 3-day grand affair in the succeeding issues of this newsletter, I will just be daydreaming about it. Just like Cinderella before she was visited by her fairy godmother.

I could be wearing a bold colored GAH souvenir t-shirt and roaming around like a candidate, greeting everybody, old classmates and friends alike, and shaking their hands vigorously. And indulging myself in lechon and kinilaw at the Barrio Fiesta on the first night. I could be enjoying the booth fair where things are being exhibited from the years gone by. Perhaps my charcoal drawings of JFK and Winston Churchill would be my contribution as a little show-off of my ability when I was then in high school. For sure there will countless of school memorabilia which would transport us to somewhere in time.

I would like to plant a mahogany tree along the perimeter of the school campus. And visit it someday and watch it grow. And perhaps bring my grandson one day and tell him that it was planted long ago by his old grandfather.

I would surely miss my own class reunion. I could still remember everyone in my own class which I once had the privilege of serving as its president. The faces of my batch mates may now be a little older and the ladies' names may have changed due to marriage. But they remain very dear to my heart. I shall particularly apologize to a very exclusive group of five for not making the REWMS complete.

I would cherish my copy of the Souvenir Program. It would become one of my most priceless mementoes. For I will treasure the events of the first ever GAH of LCHS, and this Souvenir Program would be the software that will unlock the memories from my fading mind in the years to come.

I would be thrilled to learn who are the most outstanding alumni in their respective fields of endeavor. I would cheer them all and show my appreciation to the committee on awards for the wonderful choices they made. All the awardees would make all LCHSians feel proud of their achievements in life and service to their communities. I would also congratulate those alumni who were being nominated for such an award. For it is great enough just being nominated.

I would miss the great speeches of our leaders and the great talents of our masters of ceremonies, particularly that very distinguished toastmaster -- Charles Sy. Ah! The Grand Ball - what a ffinale! I should be enjoying some numbers of ballroom dancing. I would suggest community dancing like progressive Cha Cha Cha where everyone will be obliged to participate and enjoy in the fun of changing partners. And for sure, tears would be rolling down from my eyes when everyone will be holding hands and forming a one big circle in singing Auld Lang Syne.  Vaya con Dios!

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

"Together again, all my tears have stopped fallin’
    The long lonely nights are now at an end…"

You and I were once upon a time classmates, schoolmates, gangmates, barkadas, soulmates, friends, or whatever.  Call it by any name, we had our days of friendship, togetherness and camaraderie. But no sooner did we part and went our separate ways. Manila's Chiang Kai Shek and Cebu's Tong Hong took you away from us for your ko-tiong class, or other universities outside Iligan for your college education, while others chose to stay behind the city of our young dreams. Oh yes, time and distance are of the essence, and along with it the aging process.

So, what now after all those several decades of being away from each other?  Ah … there they are:

Alex, Antonio, Apolonia, Betty, Beng Hong, Bee Hua, Benny, Castor, Chiok Hian, Christopher, Charles, Crisanta, Delia, David, Dionesio, Dominador, Edna, Ernesto, Elsa, Elizabeth, Evelyn, Felicitas, Francisco, Felipe, Grace, Gregorio, Henry, Helenita, Hong Guan, Hua Hoy, Igdono, Ikit, Ising, Janet, Jesus, Jose, Johnny, Julius, Jocelyn, Josefina, Kee Siang, Kah Yan, Kee Dian, Leodegaria, Leonardo, Liza, Mario, Mila, Manuel, Miguel, Nelly, Nonoy, Nida, Orlando, Olga, Peter, Proserpina, Perla, Pin-Pin, Queenie, Quan Quan, Rosalinda, Rene, Rodrigo, Richard, Rudy, Sally, Santiago, Sio Hua, Sio Tin, Teresita, Timmy, Ursulina, Using, Venancio, Vicente, Victor, Vivina, Wilson, Wilma, William, Xerxes, Yolanda, Zenia ...

and a lot more of our childhood chums, crushes, puppy loves, and mi amore. Oh, how glorious indeed was that stage of our life called youth. Our kind. Our time. And today we sing “together again, all my tears have stopped fallin’, the long lonely nights are now at an end, the key to my heart…" flip-sided with "those were the days, my friend, we thought would never end…"

Yo! after several missing links and off-shots, we are back to a place which we have always known and considered the city of our youth. We have finally arrived in the legendary City of Iligan, the one place "somewhere over the rainbow where bluebirds fly." Today, we celebrate one very important occasion that brings us back to a time when we were that young, devoid of white hair, blemishes, wrinkles, backaches, and other age-related health problems. Once again, we sing our favorite songs, we dance and play our games just like the good old days when you and I were once performing campus stars on the P.E. grounds or ball courts, on stage, or anywhere else in the campus that we once knew as Lanao Chinese High School.  You and I are bringing back the fun times of yesteryears, rewinding the fabulous era of our youth in a city where we all belonged once upon a time. Yes, finally, we are TOGETHER AGAIN in this one momentous event which we will remember even long after the homecoming shall be over.

Together we will make history.

Writing was never my cup of tea in school.  Back in LCHS, I derived more pleasure from writing love letters than theme compositions. Somehow, it never occurred to me that as I later moved on to other schools, much of the fundamentals that I needed to pursue a writing interest had their incubation in LCHS.

I was a sophomore at LCHS and our English teacher was Caridad Collantes.  An articulate teacher with impeccable diction, she taught English Grammar and Phonetics.  Like the rest of my classmates, I was impressed by the way she distinctively enunciated her consonants whenever she spoke.  I had never seen anybody in school who spoke such flawless English before her.  Collantes set a high standard in the use of the language.  And this she demanded of her students in no uncertain term, particularly in theme writing.

I had difficulty coping with such rigor.  Most of my classmates who scored high in writing were those who excelled academically as well, the likes of Lucio Choa Tan, Fena Choa Tan, Lalita Uy, Marcy Sy, Jocelyn Ang, and Teresita Racines.  In contrast, the ratings I received in theme writing were invariably so-so, and they often came with terse annotations from ma'am Collantes like "Redundant," "Horrendous," and "Your writing style is archaic!"  Redundant? Horrendous? Archaic?  I didn't even know what those words meant!  It was evident that to learn to write, I had to brush up on my vocabulary.

When we were in third year high school, we were again fortunate to have another fine English teacher.  Her name was Chona Serrato.  She had flawless command of the English language which she accentuated with unmistakable flair.  Her forte was Literature.  From her I learned to appreciate great epics and literary masterpieces.  So much so that even in Pilipino and Algebra classes I was surreptitiously browsing English novels and was often caught doing so.  I was admonished not so much for reading unrelated material in class.  In most cases it was because I was reading sexually-explicit books like D.H. Lawrence's "Lady Chatterley's Lover," Vladimir Nabokov's "Lolita," or Alberto Moravia's "Woman of Rome."

As we picked up more lessons in literature, my fascination with great literary works also heightened.  And during the school's Double Ten celebration in 1965, where we had the campus-wide literary and musical contests, I chose to take part in the essay writing contest.  The theme was "The Significance of October 10 and Dr. Sun Yat Sen." The announcement of winners and awarding took place during the flag ceremony a day after the festivities.  I got the biggest surprise of my life.  I won first place in the writing contest!  My classmates couldn't believe it.  Neither could I.

I lived through the days basking in the limelight of my new-found glory.  Until I learned later that I was the only student who submitted an entry.

Thanks to modern technology, the interconnectivity of the Internet has enabled the Spectrum to be revived and bounce back in circulation.  It's a privilege not every school has for its alumni. My salute to Charles Sy, my two brothers Ernie and Henry Yu, and all the editorial staff members of the Spectrum for your wonderful accomplishment!

The Spectrum has updated us on what's goin' on with our fellow alumni around the globe, as well as what's happenin' in our hometown Iligan, and its neighboring cities like Cebu, Cagayan, etc. I would not have any clue on all the happenings if I didn't subscribe to the Spectrum. I would not know where my classmates and friends from LCHS are now and what they do. I raised my eyebrow and asked: "Who died?" every time I came across an obituary in the Spectrum.

The Spectrum has given me an opportunity to express myself through writing, to discover my hidden ability, to cultivate my genetic heritage -- tracing back to my father, the late Lim HHua Lam who was a simple man with profound love for writing. Unlike my two brothers, I'm just an amateur, a beginner who still has a long way to go.

The Spectrum has brought us all together again after all these years through the Grand Alumni Homecoming, the very first and hopefully, the beginning of more GAHs in the decades to come, a tradition to pass on to the next generations.  Thank you all! 

It hurts sometimes for others. A jealous sort of feeling with a little bit of sorrow in between. But only when they see those happy families -- ones with two parents, a brother, a sister, maybe even a dog.

I look at my life and think, no kid deserves it. No kid deserves to be with a single guardian. Not being able to have siblings, or another parent to help out, and also be the guiding light that we all need during that stage where we start feeling more mature, more ripe. Then again, why should anyone feel this way? Shouldn't they be happy with what life has to offer them? Think about it.  If you were put on this earth to be left with this kind of family, don't you think God made it that way for a reason?  I do.

I'm happy with my life. I'm glad the way it turned out. I'm even sort of proud sometimes because I have such a strong person by my side. One that cares for me, loves me the way a child should be loved.  I have my mother. Through all those rough times we've survived. We didn't survive just like that. We survived together. We made it all happen ... together.

You don't know how much joy my mother gives me. A warm, comforting feeling. I can't even describe it in words but I'm doing my best. Seeing her smile, and seeing her laugh when I tell a joke lights up my day. When I'm sleeping over at my friend's house, it's just not the same without my mom near by. I lose that feeling instantly when she's not around. I get scared. Is she all right? Is she okay? Then when I come home I see she's on the couch watching t.v., or in her bed resting. Then I stop panicking and relax.

Every once in a while we have those chats. We talk about practically anything. And it's so much fun! There's not a day that goes by that we don't ask each other, "So how was your day?"   She's so loving and caring. Without my mom I don't know what I would do! That's probably why she's a nurse.  Because she wants to share all that love and joy inside by helping others with their families. I heard so many times how wonderful she is when we see her patients here and there.

Many people feel so sorry for me because of how my life is. I don't understand why. I do wish that someday I can have a father again, a good one. But if God thinks my mother shouldn't, then we shouldn't. Simple as that. I'll always remember my mother, and how she was always there for me, and always bringing me joy. How she has taught me well, and to never give up. She's the strongest person I know.  She's my idol.  Mom, this one's for you.

(Editor's Note:  Karen Go is 12-year old. She is the daughter of Evelyn Yu Go, Batch 1977. They live in Texas, U.S.A.)

Bible humor

There was this Christian lady who had to do a lot of traveling for her business, so she did a lot of flying. Flying made her nervous, so she always took her Bible along with her to read and it helped relax her.  One time, she was sitting next to a man. When he saw her pull out her Bible, he gave a little chuckle and went back to what he was doing.  After a while, he turned to her and asked, "You don't really believe all that stuff in there do you?"
The lady replied, "Of course I do. It is the Bible."   He said, "Well, what about that guy that was swallowed by that whale?"
She replied, "Oh, Jonah. Yes, I believe that, it is in the Bible."  He asked, "Well, how do you suppose he survived all that time inside the whale?"  The lady said, "Well, I don't really know. I guess when I get to heaven, I will ask him."
"What if he isn't in heaven?" the man asked sarcastically.
"Then you can ask him," replied the lady. -- Contributed by Larry Sy (Batch '72), Burnham, Illinois, U.S.A.

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Remember when

Left to right: PopularLCHS gang of the 60s, and a scene at the auditorium during
graduation night in 1961. These are among the many rare photos featured in the Souvenir
Program of the Grand Homecoming. (Photos courtesy of Eddie Rodriguez)