Vol. 6, No. 10, August 19, 2002

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SEARCH & SAVE EXPEDITION
Old LCHS artifacts captured in photos

In what seemed like a virtual spinoff from "Raiders of the Lost Ark," two alumni "relic hunters" initiated their own "Search & Save" expedition for the lost and vanishing treasures of LCHS.  Roger Suminguit (Batch '73), in photo, and Charles O. Sy (Batch '67), assisted by Edgar Asok, "raided" the inner sanctums of LCHS Pala-o campus last Aug. 9 and concluded their quest with a collection of memorabilia and  nostalgic rediscoveries.  These include various artifacts belonging to the former LCHS campus at Roosevelt Ext., Iligan City.  Among them are remaining relics from the old library such as the portrait of Dr. Sun Yat Sen, the giant Webster's dictionary, antique text books, bookshelves and chairs.  There are also items from the former science laboratory like the plastic anatomy model, scientific apparatuses, stuffed specimens of rare birds & fauna, as well as antique billboards made of hardwood that once adorned the various buildings and rooms of the former LCHS campus.  Photos of these artifacts are now posted on the Spectrum web site for global viewing at: www.geocities.com/lchsspectrum, under the caption "Pictorial" on the top menu bar.

LCHS alumni among top 150 taxpayers

Iligan City Treasurer Ernesto M. Balat recently released the list of top 150 taxpayers of business taxes and licenses for the year 2001.  Among LCHS alumni who landed at the top are:  10. Jason Sy (Lian Hong Co., Inc.), 23. Sy Beng Tee (Iligan Galaxy Commercial), 30. Henry T. Siao (Krisland Commercial Corp.), 36. Fernando Khu (FK Mart), 41. Enrique Libron (Loy’s Pharmacy), 42. Marcelino Siao Dano (Nema Electrical), 46.  Teena Karen Sy (Emilia Supermart, Inc.), 51. Fernando Chan (XRG Hardware/Agfa Color), 62. Jim Sim (Lanao Milling Corporation), 67. Henry C. Dy (Apollo Electrical Supply), 70. Sy Chu An (Lanao Products, Inc.), 72. Eduardo Yap (Trendline Department Store), 73. Robert Dy Chutee (Mister Donut), 78. Richard Lim (Johndorf Ventures Corp), 81. Henry T. Siao (New Day Realty Corp.),  86. Johnny Chen (Genelyn Bakery), 93. Sy Beng Gui (SBG), 97. Beng Hong Vy (Sancha Trading), 99. Matea Dy (Madis Inn), 100. Romeo S. Dy Pico (RS Dy Pico Marketing), 102. Bienvenido Lim (Lian Guan Trading), 105. Elizabeth Chan (Agfa Color), 116. Agustin Cu (J & K Hardware), 118. Pua Lim Pin (PLP Mart), 120. Constantino Sy (Lanao Lumber), 121. Rosalinda L. Kaw Hoc (Rosalinda Store), 129. Francisco P. Dy Pico, Jr. (FDP Marketing), 130. Julius Racines (J. Racines), 133, Sy Chu An (Maria Cristina Milling), 135. Stephen Ang (Merry Muffet), 140. Ursulina Esteban (URC Enterprises), and 145. Alexander Gaw (Sonic Video).

EDDY CO LEADS MEDICAL BREAKTHROUGH
New technique uses radiation
to treat coronary reblockage

A new heart procedure at St. Francis Hospital, 3237 South 16th Street, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, U.S.A., combines the benefits of radiation and interventional cardiology to help patients whose coronary arteries continue to clog after having traditional treatments.  This procedure, called intravascular brachytherapy, borrows from the field of radiation oncology to create an effective solution for coronary reblockage, a problem that is difficult to treat with other medical technologies.

"My patients are like 'frequent flyers,'" said Dr. Eddy Co (Batch '58), a cardiologist at St. Francis Hospital.  “Nothing else cures their problems like this procedure.”

Each year, thousands of patients are treated for coronary artery narrowing with balloon angioplasty.  In this procedure, a balloon-tipped catheter is inserted into the coronary artery to press plaque back against the vessel wall, widening the artery and restoring blood flow.  In many cases a stent -- a wire mesh tube that resembles the spring in a pen -- is inserted through a catheter and placed in the artery to hold it open.  Some patients develop a new narrowing within the stent because the body grows a covering -- similar to scar tissue -- around it.  This is called “in-stent restonosis.”  A significant number of patients need to return to the catheterization laboratory every two or three months to be treated for this problem.  Brachytherapy not only clears the blockage from in-stent restonosis, but it retards re-growth of tissue by 50 percent or more.

Here’s how the procedure works:  After using angioplasty to dilate the patient’s blood vessels, doctors insert a wire catheter that contains radiation on its tip.  The radiation kills the cells that have formed over the stent, without damaging healthy vessels.  The whole procedure takes less than an hour, and the patient goes home within 24 hours.

Dr. Co began performing the procedure at St. Francis Hospital in February 2002, and the patients he has treated with brachytherapy have shown no signs of chest pain thus far.  An angiogram, which will be performed six months after the procedure, will determine whether or not the artery is still clear.  If it is, brachytherapy will be considered a success since typically, restonosis occurs after two to three months.  “The procedure is relatively painless.  My patients are comfortable while undergoing brachytherapy and usually resume normal activity right after they go home,” said Dr. Co.

R. Marguson, age 73, is a patient of Dr. Co and had brachytherapy to clear blockage around a stent last March.  “The recovery was easy,” he said.  “I was up and around right after the procedure and healed very nicely.”   Brachytherapy has proven to be a safe and effective treatment for in-stent restonosis and may prevent a patient from requiring by-pass surgery in the future.  St. Francis is one of only a few hospitals in the region to perform the procedure.

HK youths help build peace in war-torn Kauswagan

Remember the “all-out war” waged by the government against Muslim rebels two years ago?  The rebels were ejected from their camps but the town of Kauswagan, particularly Delabayan, was devastated.  To alleviate the sufferings of the war victims, concerned religious and humanitarian groups helped to rebuild destroyed houses and installed a water system.

Without fanfare and publicity, young foreigners have come all the way from Hong Kong and Italy to help build a lasting peace in Kauswagan, Lanao del Norte.  Three weeks ago, six young men and eleven young women from Hong Kong went to the mountain village of Delabayan to turn over the newly constructed youth center.  Jack Maruhom, the town mayor, said that the coming of foreigners to his town is an indication that their efforts to restore peace and order in the area have borne fruit.

Mayor Maruhom said the Hong Kong youths were happy to have been met with a warm welcome by the people of Delabayan led by Barangay Captain Kamlon Moner.  The group handed out badminton set, dart, chess, table tennis and other sports equipment

Religious leaders from among the Muslims and Christians in the municipality have bonded together to form a group called Pakigdait (Peace), supported by the local government, to promote harmonious relationship among Kauswagan residents.  Maruhom proposed to pass a resolution in Sangguniang Bayan to have the Hong Kong folks adopted as sons and daughters of Kauswagan.

Three years after the LCHS Spectrum folded up in 1969, a few of the staff members, upon returning home to Iligan for summer break, had a reunion of sorts. Inevitably, the conversation included reminiscences of their LCHS days. Out of the blue, Henry Yu brought up the idea of putting up a special summer newsletter just for the summer break, to trace and make an update on the whereabouts of LCHS alumni.

TIME-OUT NEWSLETTER.   On June 1972, the concept took shape and the group came out with a mimeographed newsletter called Time-Out. The single issue of Time-Out was rich in information about alumni: where they were, what they took up in college, who graduated, who got married, etc. The paper was distributed as an insertion in the Chinese Commercial News, whose distributor in Iligan was Henry Yu's father, Lim Hua Lam.

The Time-Out staff was composed of Henry Yu and Janet Lee, as editors; Betty Bernardo, Vy Beng Hong, Rene Tio, and Roderick Ngo as staff members. The issue was funded by a small group of alumni, namely Christopher Chua Teck An, Charles O. Sy, Ruben Lee, Melecia and Letecia Dy, and Shirley Co.

THE PLUMBLOSSOM.   For almost 20 years after the LCHS Spectrum folded up in 1969, LCHS was to remain without a student publication until 1988, when another student paper hit the scene in LCHS. The new school organ was called Plumblossom, a monthly publication of high school seniors and grade VI pupils.

The paper came out monthly with 4-6 pages per issue. It covered a wide range of features ranging from news and info about new teachers, speeches and theme compositions of students, results of oratorical contests, and other accomplishments of LCHS students.  It also carried crossword puzzles, cartoons, as well as news bits on the construction of new classrooms and other school facilities. Among its notable features were photo updates of the on-going construction of the new school building at the Pala-o campus.

THE STAFF.  The talents behind the Plumblossom came from high school and elementary batches of 1988-1989. They were Carlo Bodiongan, editor; Maximillian Te, associate editor; Gay Marie Tiu, managing editor; Alfred Lai II, features editor; Rose Marie Pateño, Farah Fe Genobaten, Amabelle Abadiano, Jonah Debalocus, news reporters; Aicelle Dy Pico, Jeanette Ngo, An Lin Ang Jr., feature writers; Terrence Chua, circulation manager; Brendon Bernardo & Franklin Tan, photographers; Fernando Apao & Jonathan Mark Te, artists; Mrs. Ma. Celetin Amor-Ham & Ms. Brenda Serate, advisers.

The Plumblossom had one thing in its favor not enjoyed by its predecessors.  It harnessed the speed and facility of modern computer technology in producing its monthly issues.  Something unheard of by previous LCHS publications.  Yet, like all its predecessors, it concluded its existence with the end of the school year, leaving only faint echoes of its once vibrant voice in the inner recesses of one's memory. (Reprinted from the March 22, 1999 issue of the Spectrum.)

PC donors
Tuesday, August 13, 2002 - 8:05 PM

This is to acknowledge the receipt of the donations of P10,000.00 from Ritky Dy and P7,500.00 from Laurito & Elsie (Lao) Capuyan for the purchase of the Spectrum PC.  We are grateful to all of you who made the acquisition of the computer possible with your donations. --Teresita Racines (Batch '67), Iligan City, Philippines, e-mail:  csm-tur@sulat.msuiit.edu.ph

Count me in
Thursday, August 15, 2002 - 11:38 AM

Greetings!  Please include me in your free Internet Spectrum distribution. Thanks.  --Larry Sy (Batch '72), Burnham, Illinois, USA, e-mail:  LVS2000@aol.com

Roger Suminguit, Batch '73

The good old days

"Tracers" was indisposed for nearly a week following a late-night dinner and moderate drinking at Gazpacho's (at the foot of Buhanginan Hill) with Charles Sy, Suniel Lim, Edwin Co and Victor Chiu.  Earlier, we had a lively meeting at JY Dimsum with Vy Beng Hong, Teresita Racines and Marie Joan Quidlat.  We had a grand evening reminiscing those bygones days at our old LCHS at Roosevelt.  We recalled Boy Lim singing an Italian song under the baton of Agustin Wu.  And we could not forget Jocelyn Ang with her memorable declamation piece: "Alm, alm, alm ... give me a piece of bread, spare me your mercy!  I, a child so want and so ... (No one could recall the missing lines.) ... I am a blind girl and can't see, but I have a feeling that you are staring at me!  Do you know what happened seven years ago?  Seven years of bitter yesteryears!  Do you know my father?"  At that point, the house broke down when a naughty boy at the back shouted "Han Tiong!"  Oh, how we waxed nostalgic!

That morning, Charles Sy and I had been to the new LCHS campus to take a look at the old relics, artifacts and other treasures.  They were housed in a storage room at the southwest corner of the gym which was constructed using the old lumbers dismantled from our old school buildings at Roosevelt.  I could imagine myself standing in our old auditorium where Elizabeth Co once mesmerized the audience with her "Alone With My Yesterday."  Her performance was so spellbinding that Salvador Booc was rendered speechless.  Later on, he confessed, "Mikurog ang akong bukog."  It was in the same auditorium that the popular Chinese singing star, Tsihn Suat Hong, thrilled us with her "Goa Ai Siao Dian Keh."  Another unforgettable performance was given by Aida Lim whose remarkable outfit gave the illusion that she was being carried by an old man when actually she was all by herself.  The props and papier-mache were the creations of the talented Mr. Tan Dih Hong.  The guests from UNESCO were very much impressed.  The gym's used lumbers that surrounded Charles Sy and me were mute witnesses to numerous Christmas parties, junior and senior proms, orations, declamations, songs and dances of students who had now gone their separate ways.  But I cannot forget one school dance where I wore a native Filipino attire dancing with Evangeline Ang, Joseph Chiu, Reynaldo Suminguit, Henry Lagrosas, William Dy and other classmates whose names are at the tip of my tongue.  I guess it will take a bottle of beer or two to pry them out.

Charles O. Sy, Batch '67

Cells Talk

I received a text message from a stranger offering phone sex by cell phone.  I declined her offer because of my vow of cell-ibacy.

-- ooo -- I met some alumni at the Lim Ket Kai mall in Cagayan de Oro recently. They were shopping in the underwear department.  It was a brief encounter. -- ooo -- I know of a guy who's making a fortune selling cell phones.  He attributes his success to good cells talk. -- ooo -- John Godwin Lim, son of Suniel Lim, who was gracious enough to drive me around Iligan during my recent visit, says cell phones are selling like hot cakes.  I advise him to go into the buy and cell business. -- ooo -- Family and friends got together in a send-off party for Mike Lee hosted by Santi Ong last Aug. 8.  Needless to say, it was a happy yet Santi-mental gathering. -- ooo -- Mike Lee is amazed that wherever he goes in the Philippines he sees people texting with each other.  He says when he returns to Canada he Mike try communicating with me through this text-nology. -- ooo -- When Roger Suminguit and I were retrieving some ancient billboards at the LCHS gym, some students nearby were overheard saying, "Oy, dunay antique sa gym."  I wonder if they meant the billboard or Roger Suminguit. -- ooo -- At a luncheon hosted by Toto Samson for my caucus with Spectrum bigwigs Victor Chiu, Roger Suminguit and Suniel Lim at the Maria Cristina Hotel, I told the waiter he erred in serving my steak well done instead of medium rare. The waiter apologized by saying it was an honest mis-steak. -- ooo -- I learned from Edwin Co that construction of the chapel & formation center of the Resurrection of the Lord Chinese Filipino Catholic Community is under way.  When completed the chapel will be the first of its kind to serve the Tsinoy community in Iligan. I agree with Edwin that the project deserves everybody's Co-operation and support.

In 1914, a certain Jose E. Marco sold to Dr. James E. Robertson, the first director of Philippine Library and Museum, a set of documents containing an ancient legal code said to be promulgated by Datu Kalantiaw of Aklan in 1433.  Dr. Robertson published an English translation of the code that is now widely known as the Code of Kalantiaw.  And this caused Filipino scholars and historians to accept the authenticity of the historical documents without questions.  Thus, from 1914 up to the late sixties, Filipino school children swallowed the long, tall story of Kalantiaw hook, line and sinker.

However, in 1968, in a brilliant doctoral dissertation, Dr. William H. Scott demolished the myth of Kalantiaw and proved that the Code of Kalantiaw was a hoax and an outright forgery.

How did he do it?

With questioning attitude, Dr. Scott started his investigation by tracing the original source of every single reference to the pre-hispanic history of the Philippines in the standard college textbooks used at that time.  He examined the original documents and searched archives and museums the world over for supporting documents and artifacts.  He questioned the top historians of the day about their sources of information.  No matter what he did, all the information was traced back to just one source: Jose E. Marco!  Yes, the same Jose E. Marco who sold the dubious documents to Dr. James E. Robertson.

Who was Jose E. Marco?  We will talk about him in the next issue.  (To be continued.)

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

“Shift gears!” an email exclaimed.  “Have your ears shunned the rhythm in the rain? Has your heart quit swaying with the passion decibels packaged in the shadow of a smile?  Lately, you have been saturating your byline with nothing but hilariously corny bits and mindless dwelling in past tense. Puncture your bubbles down to the basics of the power of love.  Showcase your other huggable half that extracts tender out of tenderness, infuses warmth in warm, distills beauty from beautiful.”

OK, angel of salvation, before you label me sexless as an earthworm, here are random sparks from a heart that has never championed quiescent phases for long, especially in the hopeless romantic department.  Be it Valentine’s Day or whatever, I’d soak up the sun to lighten up with glows symptomatic of lovesick mortals.

Oftentimes, I visualize strumming my fingers in your hairs, bathing in the silky smooth scent of each strand that my mind has learned to memorize during times of intense yearning and insane obsession. Gently, the thought of you tiptoes into the room, snuggles by my comfort zone and chips in a share of the familiar refrains. At this point in time, the complete us breathe the same air and commune in one silence. We glide synchronously along vibrating exchanges of sweet nothings that fuel our flight without wings beyond the bounds of runaway dreams, into a paradise of our design.

Resting a cozy piece of you by me spins any dead nights to waltz away in living colors. Every pretzel-kind of side-to- side trade of cooing fascination is an occasion that I long to freeze and thaw whenever I’m chained in the melancholic feeling of being alone in a crowd. I could care less if my morning blasts off with emotional grunts and sweats as long as there is a chance, even a hint of a chance, that at day’s end you’ll tap dry my bones by being a headliner in my dreams. It is this disarming dazzle of you that vaporizes any ball of fire that eats me alive. All these refreshing flashes evolved out of a mere mental date with you? You bet. Just picture the throbbing swoony rapture had you been really under the mercy of my embrace, not just a pulse of reverie racing wild.

Suffice to say, those charmed hours spent in the company of your thoughts and dreams are sketches that softly drag heaven into earth. A mood shimmering with angels piping calming harp harmonies amidst fogs beaming with twinkling purity, wafting aromatic potpourri of endless love. I can only wish such sensory tease never thins out into films of borrowed psychic peace because I have carved a pledge to never ever be a sore witness to the loneliness in space and the sadness of time. What chemistry will achieve such ambitious mission?  I will let you walk, run, roam, poke, twist, hang and pulsate in my mind as if there is no tomorrow. Any time restriction to this lovely veil of stolen moments? Yes, if there’s a word more than forever.

Nevertheless, if I ever tangle myself again in those rippling waves of nocturnal rewinds and replays of my rhapsodic collections of captivating affairs to remember, bet your final dollar that I would be panting with each throb and beg the higher forces above not to wake me up so soon. Gosh, I like dreaming for dreaming really makes you mine. With you, love is here, there and everywhere.

(To be continued. I’ll squeeze my ultimate circulating love juices. Also, will reveal the sender of the email who plastered me in a trance-like state all week. It is a date).

Day in and day out, the recurrent question that constantly weighs heavy on my chest whenever I talk to the pillows and chase you in my sleep: “ How can I speed up the night into dawn when the breeze is cold, the tingle in my spine is dizzying and there’s no you in my eyes?” I have summoned the moon and stars to decorate your skies with my breed of wistful thinking. This must be a surge of unhealthy neurosis, a pang of anxiety that juggles a cold fear that when my eyes welcome the next sunrise, your smile may not be there anymore to lace the morning with rainbows. How then will I live the rest of my life? Luv, the answer is one ugly day at a time. No doubt. Hence, don’t shake me off from this suspended animation unless you have devised other clouds for me to drift by. It is truly amazing how you can talk right into the very air I breathe. Without lifting a voice, you can, in a twinkle of an instant, zap the emotional baggage that pinned down my spirit, light up the dark and autograph my dreams. Really. Honest.

Who sent the email that had me in trance-like state?

Marie Janiefer Q. Lee, Batch '87

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Have you been to Mt. Agad-Agad?

If not yet, you should!  And see the panoramic view of the city and the countless stars at night, even without mountaineering experience at all.  So that when you go back to the city, you can tell your friends and yourself, “I’ve been up there!”

At only 1,600 feet above sea level, Mt. Agad-Agad (accompanying photo courtesy Bobby Timonera) is nothing but a molehill compared to Mt. Apo or Mt. Kitanglad, the country’s highest peaks.  But it is high enough to make the uninitiated soaking wet after a few hours of trekking.

In fact, that’s why it’s called Agad-Agad, says Pat Noel, a staff of the Iligan City Tourism Office.  (Pat says there should be an accent on the second and fourth syllables, whereas most people pronounce it without accent at all.)  “Ma-agad-agad ra nimog saka kay dali ra.”  (You can just easily climb up the mountain), he told tourism and hotel and management restaurant students of the Iligan Medical Center College two up the mountain’s peak in a trek late last month.

Yes, it’s so easy to climb that my nine-year-old son Arkay was able to climb it the other weekend, but after some complaints.  My wife Miyam, too, who does no physical exercises at all aside from dancing even though she’s a cardiologist, was able to go up the peak in just one-and-a-half hours, but her knees shaking on our downward trek the morning after.

Though I’ve been looking at that mountain, sometimes with telescopes or binoculars, with envy ever since I was a kid, I first climbed Agad-Agad with Pat and the 30 or so students and mountaineers from the city government only weeks ago.  It took us longer, about three hours, because of the big group, mostly females.  The really slow ones (read, the heavier girls) reached the peak in four hours.

Because it’s so easy to climb, many go up Agad-Agad in the morning and come down in the afternoon.  But the trek will be much more worth the sweat if you spend the night there as I did the two times I climbed.

The first half of the trek is nothing but a walk on rolling terrain. The fun begins on the second half, when “ang tuhod magtagbo na sa suwang” (when the knees meet the chin), as those “who’ve been there” would say.

At the peak, the panoramic overlooking view of Iligan City and Mt. Malindang in Misamis Occidental right across Iligan Bay is breath-taking.  But wait till evening when the city lights look like the reflection of the stars.

Iligan is a small city of 300,000 people, but it’s as if you’re looking at a metropolis at night.

On my first climb, I was looking forward to sleeping under the stars and the flicker of fireflies while listening to my Dad’s collection of oldies music on my Rio MP3 player.  But rain fell past 1 a.m. so we had to rush back to the tent.  It rained so hard it penetrated the two layers of nylon.  We couldn’t sleep until the 15 minutes of rain let up.

When we got out to add more layer of plastic to the two-ply tent just in case the rain came back, we stood in horror as the lights from the city disappeared.  “Is there a blackout in Iligan?” asked Pat.

But the flicker of lights slowly appeared from left to right as, to our relief, a thick fog passed right in front of us.

“We’ve been here so often, but we never get bored climbing Mt. Agad-Agad as it offers a different view of Iligan each time with the changing season.” says Pat with his group of mountaineers -- Rey Ruiz and Bobby Plasus -- who are all employees of the city government.

It would have been perfect to go star gazing with headphones on my ears on my second climb as a shooting star came whizzing by, but my wife and son were too tired they went straight to the tent right after dinner.

Agad-Agad is not a forested mountain, but some groups, like the local Rotary Clubs, are trying hard to make it as green as possible.

Still, there is a need to implement more stringent measures to protect this easily accessible mountain, especially now that more and more people are climbing up Mt. Agad-Agad.  Maybe there should be a group like the Priority Area management Board of Mt. Apo and other priority areas, which is composed of representatives of the Department of Environment and Natural Resources, mountainfolk, environmentalists, mountaineers and other interested parties.

For instance, on my last climb, some 40 students came who claim they belong to a science club and wanted to plant trees in the area.  But some of them were so noisy, shouting at the top of their voice.  When Pat advised them to keep quiet as not to disturb other people and scare away animals, one replied, “Pasensya, sir, kay taga-bukid man na sila.” (Forgive them, sir, because they are from the mountain.)  To which Pat answered back,  “No, mountainfolk don’t make unnecessary noise in the mountains.”

From a distance, we noticed some of them used wood to fuel their bonfire or probably cook dinner, which Pat, a seasoned mountaineer, says is a big no-no.  If you’re not careful, you can cause forest fire, he says.  Instead, use an enclosed lamp or a special mountaineer’s mini-stove.

There were some litter in some camping sites.

When Pat and his group bring students or guests up Agad-Agad, they would usually conduct pre-climb briefings and teach them the basics of mountaineering.  Like, “Take nothing but pictures, leave nothing but footprints, and kill nothing but time.” (Reprinted with permission from the August 11, 2002 issue of the Mindanao Scoop.)
 

BATCH 1981
Evelyn Acedo, Cebu City; Rosemarie Chiu, Tibanga, Iligan City, tel. 517467; Ching Ling Chiu Jr., San Miguel Village, Iligan City, tel. 221-6620; Renato Chua (deceased); Lyndon T. Co, 17 Titus Avenue, Hoppers Crossing, Vic 3029, Australia, Tel. (03) 9748 3261, e-mail: lyndon@ms1.seeder.net; Noel Lai (deceased); Liza Lee, Tubod, Baroy, Lanao del Norte; Alexander Lee (deceased); Fanny Lim, New Jersey, U.S.A., e-mail: fannytan@optonline.net; Edgar Romualdez, Tibanga, Iligan City; Johnson Samson, Capitol Site, Cebu City; e-mail: jmsamson@skyinet.net; Anna Concepcion Sy, U.S.A.; Grace Sy, U.S.A.; Luna Sy, 609-I Eufaula St., Ozark AL 36360, U.S.A., e-mail: lunasymd@snowhill.com; Ramil Te, Quezon Ave. Ext., Pala-o, Iligan City, tel. 221-2583; and Angie Uy, U.S.A.  [Next issue: Batch 1982]

EDITORIAL STAFF VICTOR L. CHIU, editor  Correspondents: Roger Suminguit,Teresita Racines, Charmaine Molo, Rodolfo Yu, Vinson Ngo, & Michael John Siangco (Iligan); Igdono Caracho (Cebu); Emma Yap Matiao (Dumaguete); Marie Janiefer Lee (Manila); Peter Dy (Canada); Leonardo Tan (Australia); Ernesto Yu & Aurora Tansiokhian (U.S.A.); Castor Ong Lim, business & circulation manager (Iligan) & Marie Joan Q. Quidlat, treasurer, (Iligan); and Charles O. Sy & Henry L. Yu, past editors. Founded Aug. 1, 1968.  Published fortnightly since its revival on April 15, 1997. Distributed free on the Internet to LCHS alumni & supporters worldwide. Postal address: LCHS Alumni Association, Lanao Chung Hua School, Pala-o, Iligan City, Philippines. Web site: www.geocities.com/lchsspectrum. Spectrum welcomes articles, news reports & comments from LCHS alumni, students and readers. For subscription, contact Roger Suminguit, tel. 221-2422. For contribution, e-mail manuscripts to the editor: perfidia6180@hotmail.com with cc to: spectrum@iligan.com