New
fiesta venue
Iligan
will have a new venue this year to celebrate its fiesta on Sept. 29 --
at the soon to be completed Integrated Bus Terminal and Bagsakan Public
Market in Tambo.
The carnival, exhibits and other entertainment facilities for the fiesta will be placed within the bus terminal compound. The area consists of 5.5 hectares and will be much safer because it is enclosed in a fence. Three bus companies operating in the city have promised to provide one bus each so Iliganons can ride on them for free on their way to the bus terminal site at Tambo. Super 5 Transport, Tomawis and Rural Transit have already agreed to have their buses stationed at the Post Office along Roxas Avenue to ferry passengers wanting to have some fun at the carnival.
Iligan is cleanest city in Region 10
For the first time in many years, Iligan City
beat neighboring city Cagayan de Oro. Iligan edged out CdeO for the
honor to represent Region 10 in the national contest for the cleanest and
greenest highly urbanized city. Iligan and CdeO are the only highly urbanized
cities in the region.
The official name of the contest is "Gawad Pangulo
sa Kapaligiran 2002." There are separate categories covering
highly urbanized cities, component cities and municipalities. Early
in August, a regional awards committee made an ocular inspection and evaluation
of Iligan City. Members of the committee came from the Department of Environment
and natural Resources, Department of Tourism, Department of Health, Department
of Education, Philippine Information Agency, Presidential Management Staff,
and two representatives from non-government organizations.
Ernest
Uy elected Iligan Industrial Lions Club prexy
By Roger Suminguit, Batch '73
The members of Iligan Industrial Lions Club, composed mostly of LCHS alumni, held their 12th induction of officers and new members last August 22 at Crystal Inn. Inducted into office for Lion Year 2002-2003 were: President Ernest Oliver Uy (Batch '87), 1st VP Jerry Ling (Batch '80), 2nd VP Noli Manzano, Secretary Richard Dy (Batch '79), Treasurer Walter Tan, Tail Twister Prudencio "Wahoy" Tan (Batch '72), Lion Tamer Roger Ong, Auditor James Booc (Batch '84) and PRO City Vice Mayor Lawrence Cruz. Board of Directors are: Ramil Te (Batch '81), Ramon Lee, Kelly Dy (Batch '74) Vincent Uy, Regalado Chua (Batch '78), and Romeo Suminguit (Batch '73). The Immediate Past President is Philip Steven So (Batch '82), and the Inducting Officer is District Governor Maligamama L. Medtamak of District 301-E. The Iligan Industrial Lions Club has been conducting civic activities in the city and rural areas for the past several years.
The new inducted president, Ernest Oliver Uy, has several businesses in Iligan City at the young age of 31. He is happily married to former Miss Medical Center Mary Carmichael Gales, and has three children, two of them now study at LCHS. Wek-Wek, as he is fondly called, has a string of businesses: Lanao Cycle Enterprises, Assorted Home Furnishing & General Merchandise, and Assorted Meat Shop in Iligan City and a piggery farm in Initao, Misamis Oriental.
Roger Suminguit newest Philippine Eagle member
Roger Suminguit (Batch '73) was inducted as member of the Fraternal Order of Eagles (Philippine Eagle), Iligan Eagles Club Chapter, last August 18, the 7th Anniversary date of the club under the leadership of Engr. Ruben "Mayen" Dy. The said club is a Philippine born Fraternal Club and has several clubs in the United States and Europe. The Miss Iligan Beauty Pageant conducted during the Iligan City Fiesta celebration is hosted by the Fraternal Order of Eagles in coordination with the City government. Twelve beautiful candidates are vying for Miss Iligan crown. The Iligan fiesta celebration is now underway with the preparation of several activities.
Wanna join tour of Kinmen?
Have
you ever visited your ancestral homes in Kinmen (or Jinmen)? Those
who haven't will have the chance to join a guided tour of Kinmen on Oct.
18, 2002. The group tour, organized by the Kinmen Association of
Manila, will have the following itinerary: Manila to Xiamen, Oct. 18; Xiamen
to Kinmen, Oct. 19; and Kinmen back to Xiamen, Oct. 24. The trip costs
US$700 only inclusive of air fare, meals and hotel accommodations.
Those interested to join may get in touch with officers of your respective
Kinmen Association chapters, or Henry Ang in Iligan; and Willy "Chun Wan"
Sy in Cebu.
William Chiongbian, 87
Shipping magnate William Chiongbian is dead. He was 87. Last August 17, at 9:00 a.m., Chiongbian, together with his driver and private nurse picked up his good friend, retired judge Francisco Militante, and they proceeded to the Eddie's Log Cabin, their hangout for many decades. Chiongbian had just finished eating his breakfast of chicken mami at the restaurant when he suddenly suffered a heart attack. He was rushed to the Cebu Doctors Hospital where he was declared dead on arrival. His body was cremated at 5:00 p.m. on the day of his death as he had wished, and he was laid to rest on August 18, 2002 at 9:00 a.m., at the Cebu Memorial Park after a requiem mass. He is survived by his wife, Virginia Sy Chiongbian, and six children, Elizabeth, Victor, Albert, Elena, and twins Henry and Edward.
Chiongbian was a native of Oroquieta, Misamis
Occidental. In 1947, two years after World War II ended, he founded
the William Lines, Inc. The late shipping tycoon was a colorful personality
who lived his life to the fullest. In his life time he had earned
many friends, young and old alike. Many of us had at one time or
another benefited somehow from the services of his fleet of passenger vessels.
As students, many of us enjoyed occasional free fare in our travels between
Iligan and Cebu on M/V Don Victoriano and M/V Elena. He served as governor
of Misamis Occidental in the 60s and was twice elected as congressman.
Old timers of LCHS will remember Chiongbian's picture prominently displayed
at the auditorium of the former LCHS at Roosevelt Ext. He was one
of the benefactors in the construction of the LCHS campus on Roosevelt
Ext. in 1953.
LCHS
STUDENT SECTION
The Gazette: First LCHS School
Paper
By Charles O. Sy
Batch 1967
As the student body is the lifeblood of an educational institution, so is the student press the pulse that echoes its vital signs. Through the years, five school papers somehow managed to emerge in LCHS. Despite the absence of official recognition, these publications, albeit short-lived, managed to leave considerable imprints on the LCHS campus.
Scholastic Gazette. The first student publication to surface in LCHS was called the Scholastic Gazette. It was conceived by Victor L. Chiu, then a high school senior (Batch '65). Almost single-handedly he went from classroom to classroom to campaign for student support for a publication that would carry their voice. The proposal met some initial resistance as the students were asked to shell out a certain sum to fund the project. A series of debates ensued for weeks between the pros and cons. Eventually the idea gained acceptance. And on January 15, 1965, the maiden issue of the first LCHS student newspaper was published.
The Gazette was produced by a lean staff composed of Victor Chiu, as editor; and two other classmates, Alex Rodriguez as assistant editor, and Artemio Lagrosas as miscellany editor and staff artist. Extra hands in the preparation of materials like writing and gathering articles, typing, and mimeographing came from Ernesto Yu, Salvador Booc, Wilson Lim, Clemente Lim, Leonardo Tan, Suniel Lim, Ricardo So, and Robert Co.
Rich Resource of Talents. Printed by mimeograph, the Gazette unearthed a rich resource of talents hitherto untapped in LCHS. While most of its materials were simply lifted from theme compositions of the students, they nonetheless underscored the fact that LCHS, then as now, didn't suffer from a dearth of ideas rich in wit, eloquence and sensibility. The newsletter even carried a Pilipino section that had all the indications of a bunch of LCHSians proficient in Pilipino and the vernacular, the likes of Gloricita Racines, Florfina Teh, Suniel Lim, Jesus Chin, John Go, Ernesto Yu, Alex Rodriguez and Carlina Dy.
Student Forum. Despite its benign character, a notable part of the Gazette was a section called "We, the Students." The column paved the way for students to air views that were, by standard of the moment, fairly critical of the school. A few students were audacious enough to give vent to their sentiments in the forum.
Jesus Chin bewailed the lack of adequate scientific equipment in the school laboratory. "Things would have been better if our laboratory is equipped enough to attract the interest of the students in science," he wrote. Another vocal student, Leonardo Tan, expressed his wish that "favoritism among some teachers would become a thing of the past." And Ernesto Yu, on his part, voiced his dissatisfaction with the school's toilet facilities and the inconvenient location of the library. "Where but in LCHS," he wrote, "can you find the smallest toilet in the whole island of Mindanao? And who would like to go to the library when it is placed as high as heaven with neither keys nor librarian?"
Enduring Editorial. Topping the list of notable materials that found their way to the pages of the Gazette was its editorial in the maiden issue. It was a classic. In it Victor Chiu amplified Deogenes' lament on the subject of honesty with a message that is unmistakably relevant today as it was thirty years ago: "I am looking for an honest man."
For a pioneering effort, the Gazette had the making of a promising school paper going for it. Unfortunately, the paper lasted only a semester and folded up as soon as the school year ended with the graduation of the staff members. (Reprinted from the February 1, 1999 issue of the Spectrum.)
Roger Suminguit, Batch '73
Hear the Lions roar!
Let me share with the readers the inspiring inaugural speech of Iligan Industrial Lions Club President Ernest "Wek-Wek" Uy:
I feel awkward speaking before you tonight, because as you all know I'm not used to speak in public. Good, if I were Brod Lawrence Cruz because words have come freely and will speak spontaneously. But I am a man of few words. In fact, I'd rather be called a man of action. I would have chosen to be just a member of our club, I was in fact a very hesitant and reluctant President, but I can not refuse the mandate of my fellow Lions. As the new president of our club, you can expect my best efforts to get things done. I will try my very best to duplicate if not surpass the very laudable efforts shown by our past presidents.
My fellow Lions, this early, I wish to enjoin your cooperation and whole-hearted support to whatever undertaking our club may embark. Let us work together in addressing the problems of our club. Let us be the initiators and not just passive observers, let us be the leader not just followers, let us be the doers not just recipients.
Let us also do something for our beloved city. Let us not confine ourselves in our small world but also take a look at the real problems of our community but still work within the framework of Lionism. Together, let us make a big difference. Let us start by initiating a clean up drive, share a part of our blessings to the poor and needy especially the home for the aged, the street children and the center for battered woman and abused children. Let us be partners with the economic managers of our city in uplifting our present economic situation. I can go on and on and cite many worthy projects but I cannot do these without your support.
The bottom line Brods is that if you expect me to be a good and responsible president, I also expect you to be good and responsible followers. If you will not be behind me in all my plans for a worthy Lion year, then, I will fail. And our failure is the failure of Lionism. Let us therefore unite and give a thunderous roar for our success.
HEP-HEP! ROAR! HEP-HEP! ROAR! Daghang salamat! ug maayong gabi-i kaninyong tanan!
Marie Janiefer Q. Lee, Batch '87
Gym Tonic
I go to the gym almost everyday and like a machine I go through my routine with the precision of a Swiss watch. I usually just go in and do what I have to do then leave. I don’t saunter and chat, if I could have a “do not disturb” sign made I would have put one around my neck. Since the two hours that I spend there each day are the only two hours out of the 24 that we get, where nobody expects anything from me. It’s the only two hours I could really call my own. In other words it’s my precious two hours.
One fine day a few weeks back, as I look around the gym and see the other members there. As if seeing them for the first time. A thought crosses my head, making me ask myself “what has become of us?” As I look at those using the treadmill, I can just imagine our ancestors shaking their heads in heaven. They’re probably wondering why we have to use a machine just to walk and run. What used to be as natural as breathing is now something we have to do on a machine.
Using the treadmill is really just like walking on any street, if one doesn’t watch his step he can stumble and fall flat on his face. I know two people who fell off this seemingly harmless machine. I won’t tell who but you can ask my cousin Hazel.
Then there’s the stationary bike. This machine can never compete with the real thing that moves. I can just remember the countless hours I used to spend on our bike. Those afternoons we used to spend biking, feeling the breeze tug at my hair and seeing those familiar faces of our neighbors, and watching the sun slowly go down.
With the stationary bike we may pedal for hours but we won’t get anywhere. The only familiar face I see each day is my own reflection in the mirror. At times it would even look strange too if I woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
Another machine that was in the center of my field of vision is the Stair Master. Guess with the elevators and the escalators in most of the buildings we’ve already run out of stairs to climb. When one uses this machine, it simulates the act by using the same muscle group that we use in climbing stairs. Since the gym that I go to is in the 8th floor of the JG Summit Building along Ayala Ave. in Makati City, the thought of just using the stairs crossed my mind several times. But then if I do use the stairs I might spend my precious two hours just going up and down the building. Bad idea.
I wonder what the inventors would think of next, since they’ve already drag rowing indoors. Indoor Rowing is the new favorite in my gym these days. The first time I tried it, I thought, “hmm this is cool”. I could row all I want without the constant fear that my boat may tip over and I might get drowned. And with some air blowing right to my face that comes from the machine I could pretend that I’m paddling from our very own Pantalan to Initao. And at times I could pretend that I’m Richard Gomez rowing in that vitamin commercial years back. Then I had to constantly remind myself to cut my daydreaming and my rowing short because I was afraid that if I stay too long I might end up seasick. Or I might overshot Initao and dock in CdO instead.
With all these thoughts running through my head that day, I ended up wondering whether I was able to finish my routine or not. Or was it just my thoughts that did all the running that one fine day.
Ernesto L. Yu, M.D., Batch '65
Love Juice - Part II
No qualms about it, I am bred in the very bones of Cupid’s disciples who value the simple joy in handholding, the hypnotic opps in soft, measured whispers, the bruising tenderness packed in fresh hugs, the melodic lines in lyrical poems, the uncomplicated thrill of conversing with the moon, the ethereal enchantment of stamping words into the look of love … the easy energy required to see you when I close my eyes.
Dangling a longing that is idly waiting to be deciphered without exposing my inner secrets to any snooping eyes, I whistle and watch, watch and whistle until the layer that blankets my song thins out into a flimsy matter of rhapsodic overload. In this mating of sensory delights, I recycle the concern if what I have sprayed in your horizon is perceived as a bedazzling sonata that really sways senses and moves mountains by its own tender strength. Then again, delivering monologues into tunnels, even with no guarantee that it will blink in your radar, is better than not scoring a hit at all. At least, for one glorious passage, some lovey dovey phrases are sprinkled behind, always on an edgy pace to reverberate during ghostly quiet hours of gnawing emptiness. So, when your heart bottoms out in a pensive mood and begs for refills of my verbal grace, my prose dusts are in embrace-ready to pulverize your solitude. After all, isn’t that how true love unleashes its disarming spell?
The song “I’d Rather” should not stun your heart molecules, ignite all cylinders to pump at full blast, like teasing, unpredictable nibbles from my territorial lips. It is a feathery kiss to echo into your ears an ode to forever love. The brand of love that grinds rainbows out of rain and jams love into loveliness. Actually, I often relive the wonder of you in extended runs and savor bit by bit the sensuous verses wrapped in each passing frame. Like the lyrics in Luther Vandross’ love theme: I’d rather have bad times with you/ Than good times with someone else/ Cause you pull my heart…Whoa, if this is what romantics tag as love in the ultimate degree, then I’d like to camp and be swirled in these guarded clouds and have eternity to freely juggle the thought of you, until the fragments that compose the physical you filter out from all these nonstop daydreams. Incidentally, if my pen strokes like a seasoned dreamer, that is because I have refined an art out of the mental games that trap you as a wanted-so-much captive of my arms. Does this confession curl your toes and deliver a shiver to your bladder? Should I go an extra step to transform the glaringly obvious clear? Nah, unless it tickles you pink to watch eyeballs roll out from its sockets.
Who plastered that email in my online board that had me drooling in passion? Who whacked my piggy bank for seemingly endless stream of love juices? What sane person would challenge my addiction to scribbling love letters for fun and my genuine fondness for moments of forever? Would you believe if I mention my conscience as the culprit?
It never stops to amaze me how a dose of love can propel my heart to twitter in magical ways.
Michael John L. Siangco, Batch '96
Justice in Death
“Melissa couldn’t believe what just happened. Another trickle of tear dropped. She’s no longer a pure woman now. She was just raped by four men. She remembered them and will always remember. In the morning, she told her parents and she remarked that she would fight for justice. The rapists ought to die.
“It was the dead of the night, Alexis just killed his rival, Stephen. He hated him because he was not making points to his muse, Deborah, because of Stephen. So it’s his chance now to have Deborah all by himself. Just then, there was a sound. He was so frightened that he just dropped the knife and set on the car. The came a man and saw it. He took the knife and there was a noisy crowd approaching. What shall he do?
“The two stories above are very common in our society today. The first one must die, of course, because they should reap what they had sown. How about the second one? The man doesn’t deserve that punishment – What an agony for the household of that naïve man? Who should be blamed?
“Death penalty: yes or no?
With these things happening around us, it is very unfair to die when you don’t deserve to. Whereas if you will just be convicted for lifetime imprisonment and later you’ll be proven not guilty, then you can be set free.
“So for death penalty: no.”
The essay you just read came from a more naïve Michael Siangco. I was in third year high school at LCHS (1994) when our English teacher made it our assignment to write something about a hot issue then concerning the implementation of death penalty. I came up with the contention without really considering the gray areas. I say it lacks supporting evidence, but it was not really a bad work for a 15-year-old kid.
Now, after eight years, the issue has become hot again. The President postponed the scheduled execution of a death convict on August 30, 2002, because it happened to be the birthday of Jaime Cardinal Sin who is against the imposition of the death penalty. Along with the good cardinal and the Catholic church, several sectors move for the abolition of the death penalty. They say that its imposition did not curb down rapes, crime rates, drug use, among others. Death penalty did not change the society into a better place. There is also inequity in that the rich can hire good lawyers and sometimes bribe judges while the poor cannot even afford to post bail and must suffer incarceration even if by law they are presumed innocent.
On the other side of the coin, crusaders against crime and violence contend that criminals and evildoers are not deterred by the soft-touch approach. Only the draconian measure of death penalty and “an eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth” approach instill fear in the criminals.
Which side is right? I don’t know. But it’s nice to be fifteen years old again, and see things in black and white, and be so sure of the world.
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A Sari-Sari Store on Roosevelt Street
By Charles O. Sy
Batch 1967
Leisure hours during my childhood in Iligan were usually spent at the city plaza. In the company of friends, the plaza served as our perennial playground. But it was not everyday when my playmates were available. Moments like this would find me invariably drifting alone toward a little known sari-sari store by the corner of Quezon Avenue and Roosevelt Street (now Labao St.).
The store squatted on a vacant lot fronting what was then the Tin Lu Sing Shoe Store (now occupied by Allied Bank) on its Roosevelt side. Its presence in this commercial hub of the city was an incongruity; its size dwarfed by bigger business establishments around it. It did not even have a name. It was a humble little shack run by an equally humble owner whom I knew only as Noy Berting.
I frequented the place to buy ibus or sampaloc candy and spent many lazy afternoons hanging around by the stools at this little store. Somehow the owner never seemed to mind. Most of his customers were hoi polloi, nameless vendors and anonymous hawkers peddling their ware along the sidewalks in the vicinity. They would come to his store for an occasional soft drink and pan de sal or a stick of Fighter or Snowman cigarette. Still a few others would drop by to engage him in a game or two of dama.
On days when I had a few extra cents to spare I would treat myself to Noy Berting's halo-halo which he himself prepared with his vintage mechanical ice crusher. It came with gulaman, avocado, papaya, banana, and crushed ice, topped with a scant dose of grenadin, sugar and Darigold evaporated milk served in a small cheap glass. Noy Berting's halo-halo was by no means at par with the more expensive halo-halo available at the more established refreshment parlors in town, like Goodwill Refreshment or Humpty Dumpty Snack Bar near the Century Theater. Nevertheless, to a curious 12-year old with only a few measly coins to paint the town red, Noy Berting's halo-halo was already a rare, luxurious treat.
Having frequented his place more often than anybody else, I and Noy Berting soon became friends despite our age gap. Noy Berting must have been in his forties while I was only 12. He would often ask me about the lessons I had in school. Quite often, he would listen attentively while I talked about stuffs we read in our Philippine Reader text book by Camilo Osias. It was apparent that Noy Berting had not been to school in his youth, or if he had, he could have dropped out early in his childhood for one reason or another. I always felt a sense of pride sharing what little I knew with someone as old as my father. Yet the lessons at this tiny corner store came both ways.
From Noy Berting, I learned to make my own hala-halo to share with my folks at home using Noy Berting's indigenous recipe. But even more priceless than all this is that, unknown to Noy Berting, I had learned to speak better Bisaya from our frequent afternoon chats. Because Noy Berting knew very little English he carried his conversation purely in the vernacular. Somehow I had to learn to do likewise, without the use of a single English word, just so we could understand each other.
I can't forget how Noy Berting often bewailed the use of certain words, by Iliganons in particular, that are either English or Spanish by etymology. The word mag-biyubiyo (to roam or go around), according to Noy Berting, is coined from the English word "view." So are words like magpa-topi (to get a haircut), from the word "toupee," or magpasyo (from the Spanish paseo). A stickler for pure, unadulterated Bisaya, Noy Berting scoffed at the wanton use of English or Spanish derivatives instead of our own vernacular words, such as siyudad instead of dakbayan, problema instead of suliran, protejehan instead of panalipdan, or lugar instead of dapit. For a kid whose mother tongue is Fukienese, the lessons that I picked up from Noy Berting were lessons I could never have learned at home or in school.
That little makeshift store by the corner of Roosevelt Street is gone now. In its place now stands the Nema Electrical & Industrial Sales, Inc. Yet each time I pass by this spot, I thirst for halo-halo and remember one man's passion for the Bisayan dialect in its purest form.
Remember Sept. 11
By Ed Evans, MGySgt., USMC (Ret.)
Not as lean, Not as mean, But still a Marine.
I sat in a movie theater watching "Schindler's List," asked myself, "Why didn't the Jews fight back?"
Now I know why.
I sat in a movie theater, watching "Pearl Harbor" and asked myself, "Why weren't we prepared?"
Now I know why.
Civilized people cannot fathom, much less predict, the actions of evil people.
On September 11, dozens of capable airplane passengers allowed themselves to be overpowered by a handful of poorly armed terrorists because they did not comprehend the depth of hatred that motivated their captors.
On September 11, thousands of innocent people were murdered because too many Americans naively reject the reality that some nations are dedicated to the dominance of others. Many political pundits, pacifists and media personnel want us to forget the carnage. They say we must focus on the bravery of the rescuers and ignore the cowardice of the killers. They implore us to understand the motivation of the perpetrators. Major television stations have announced they will assist the healing process by not replaying devastating footage of the planes crashing into the Twin Towers.
I will not be manipulated.
I will not pretend to understand.
I will not forget.
I will not forget the liberal media who abused freedom of the press to kick our country when it was vulnerable and hurting.
I will not forget the Clinton administration equipped
Islamic terrorists and their supporters with the world's most sophisticated
telecommunications equipment and encryption technology,
thereby compromising our ability to trace terrorist radio, cell phone,
land lines, faxes and modem communications.
I will not be appeased with pointless, quick retaliatory strikes like those perfected by the previous administration.
I will not be comforted by "feel-good, do nothing" regulations like the silly "Have your bags been under your control?" question at the airport.
I will not be softened by the wishful thinking of pacifists who chose reassurance over reality. I will embrace the wise words of Prime Minister Tony Blair who told Labor Party conference, "They have no moral inhibition on the slaughter of the innocent. If they could have murdered not 7,000 but 70,000, does anyone doubt they would have done so and rejoiced in it?
There is no compromise possible with such people, no meeting of minds, no point of understanding with such terror. Just a choice: defeat it or be defeated by it. And defeat it we must!"
I will force myself to:
-- hear the weeping
-- feel the helplessness
-- imagine the terror
-- sense the panic
-- smell the burning flesh
-- experience the loss
-- remember the hatred.
I sat in a movie theater, watching "Private Ryan"
and asked myself, "Where did they find the courage?" Now I know.
We have no choice. Living without liberty is not living. (Sent
in by Dr. Clem Estrera, a long-time Spectrum contributor.)
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BATCH
1982
Joy Grace Boniao, U.S.A.; James Booc, 45-B Quezon Ave.
Ext., Iligan City, tel. 221-3960, cell 0917-3213080; Joel Chiu,
Leading Enterprise, Rm 206, #18 Cherry Court Bldg., Gen. Maxilom Ave.,
Cebu City, tel. 253-6185; Jose Chu, Microtouch Computer System,
Tibanga, Iligan City; tel. 221-3308; e-mail: siote@iligan.com; Eleanor
Co, Ozamis City; Nancy Dagondon, Iligan City; Leo Dagondon,
Iligan City; Theresa Decamotan, Susan Delorino, East Timor;
Crestensien
Fernandez, Cebu City; Frances Lee, U.S.A.; Robert Lueong,
0072 Noria Ubaldo Laya, Pala-o, Iligan City, tel. 221-2991;
Maribel
Mecina, Taiwan; Francisca Monterola; Lyndon Ngo, Taiwan,
e-mail: lyndon.wu@mailexcite.com; Melba Riveral; Phillip Steven
So, 0092 Aguinaldo cor. La Salle Sts., Iligan City, tel. 221-2390;
Maria
Luisa Soy, Candelaria, Quezon; Maria Theresa Soy, Taiwan;
Jessica
Sy, 0007 Miguel Sheker Ave., Brgy. San Miguel, Iligan City, tel. 221-3668;
Peterson
Chio Sy, Jose Ong, St., Iligan City, tel. 221-1298; and
Yuri Taongan,
Lugait, Misamis Oriental.
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