Vol. 7, No. 2, April 28, 2003

On Sunday, April 27, 2003, at 8:00 a.m., Bishop Emilio L. Bataclan presided over the "official opening" of the newly constructed church of the The Resurrection of the Lord Chinese Filipino Catholic Community (RLCFCC) on Olive St., near Lanao Chung Hua School, Lluch Park, Palao, Iligan City.  On this joyful occasion, which was also the feast day of the Community for this year (the Sunday after Easter), priests, servers and all the faithful were attired in radiant red.  The Mass was followed by a celebration of fellowship.

This year's Baccalaureate Mass of Lanao Chung Hua School was the first service in the new church, built in traditional Chinese style, beginning a new chapter in the life of Chinese-Filipinos in Iligan City.  It was followed by liturgies during the Holy Week.  The solemn "consecration of the church," after all the work is completed, will be sometime next year.

Fr. Daniel S. Sormani, the community priest, said that there was still so much left to be done.  "If you would like to be a part of this wonderful project of building the Resurrection of the Lord Chinese-Filipino Catholic Community Church Compound, please contact LCHS Alumnus Mr. Vy Beng Hong at 0917-716-2319 or Mr. Igdono Caracho at 0917-716-2000.  We are building a better tomorrow by being the best we can today," he concluded.

Iligan Masons off to Manila for annual confab

A delegation from Iligan-based Masonic Lodges flew to Manila last April 23 to attend their national convention, which in Freemansonry circles is termed as "Annual Communication."  Among the delegates were Robert Co, Edwin Co, Jerry Ling, Christopher "Tek An" Chua, Henry Dy, Greg Dy, Dominic Siao, Richard Dy, Wellington Wee, and Rey Grepaldeo.  They represented the Maranaw Lodge No. 111, Iligan Lodge No. 207, and Manticao Lodge No. 243.  Scheduled to receive the prestigious "Grand Master's Award for Service to the Craft" at the grand gathering is Dominic Siao, 28th Worshipful Master of Iligan Lodge No. 207.

Web site on Xiamen summer tour

Wanna see what it's like for young Tsinoy students to be part of the annual Xiamen Summer Tour sponsored by the Tan Yan Kee Foundation?  A new web site now enables you to catch glimpses of the summer tour where some 300 young Chinese-Filipino students spent two months learning language and culture in a Chinese university.  The website, called "Ni Hao 2002," is designed by Derwin Dexter Sy (in photo), son of Nelson Sy (Batch '62).  It contains information, exchange of memories and experiences, and photos of the students who joined the study tour at Hua Qiao University in Chip Bee county, Xiamen, China in 2002 in which Derwin was a participant. The website, enhanced with interactive animations, features pictures of the university, its facilities and dormitory; stories and experiences of the students in the tour; and snapshots of the students in various activities.  The web site is accessible at:  www.oocities.org/nihao2_02.  It is best viewed with Internet Explorer enhanced with Macromedia Flash Player.  (Pls. read also Derwin Dexter Sy's article on his experiences in Xiamen in this issue's Features section.)

Roger Suminguit, Batch '73

Alumni happenings

Aside from attending holy retreats and solemn masses, many alumni observed the recent Holy Week by spending some relaxing private moments with their families away from their respective home bases.  Spectrum columnist Marie Janiefer Lee (Batch '87), on her part, made good use of the occasion to evade the sweltering summer heat in Manila by vacationing at a beach resort in Batangas with her family.  On the other hand, Henry Dy, his wife Esterlita Dy, and Greg Dy sailed off to Corregidor from Manila last April 26 together with Gen. Roberto Lastimoso and his family on the yacht of Congressman Sandoval.  Meanwhile, seen spending the holidays at Boracay beach and later at the Maribago Bluewater Beach Club in Mactan, Cebu was Kenton Sy Sua of Batch '80 (in photo at left, on website edition) together with his wife and their two kids.  Kenton Sua is now a practising lawyer in Manila. He holds office at the Sua & Alambra Law Offices at Plaza Cervantes.  His wife Pauline is a branch manager of the Rizal Commercial Banking Corp. in Manila.  Kenton, who spent his kindergarten and elementary years at LCHS, says he misses his LCHS batch mates and hopes to see them in the forthcoming GAH 2005.  Among his batch mates at LCHS are Alexander Bernardo, Janet Dy, Jerry Ling, James Racines, Mary Evelyn So, Felda Escalante, Sheila Dagondon, Precila Rosario, and Caroline Sy.  Kenton left LCHS after Grade-V in 1975 to pursue his high school education at the Cebu Eastern College and subsequently, his law studies at the UP-Diliman.  He is the son of the late See Sa Sy-Sua, batch mate of Fe "Guat Ching" Dy-Quimbo.

Also in Manila, Stephen Sy (Batch '68) recently inaugurated his new showroom of top-of-the-line kitchen designs and products complete with pomp and glitter.  His new outfit carries the prestigious SieMatic product line of Germany, the largest manufacturer of premium kitchens worldwide.  It boasts of elegant kitchen designs suitable for a wide range of home styles.  The launching of the showroom was attended by the German Ambassador to the Philippines, as well as movie celebrities Richard Gomez and Lucy Torres, among other dignitaries in Manila.

Here at home in Iligan, Santi Ong (Batch '70), in photo at right, celebrated his birthday last April 22 with a dinner bash at his elegant lawn with a group of buddies and relatives.  Among those spotted at the party were Gil Lim, James Khu, Bonifacio Khu, Chester Dy-Carlos, Cristina Dy-Carlos Deleste, Dy Sheik Din and family, and Santi's allies from the Allied Bank and E-Bank. "Tracers" is not sure if each of the guests brought home a piece of Santi's famous homegrown giant Thai mangoes to cap the night.

Tiu-Uy nuptials:

Dennis (Dy) Tiu and Jessieline Uy will exchange marital vows on May 8, at 4 p.m., at the Bishop Chapel, Isabel Village, Iligan City.  Dennis is the son of the late Dy Tiao Pin of Cebu City. The bride Jessieline is the daughter of Lolita Azcona-Uy and the late Valentin Uy of Iligan City.  Reception will be held at the Iligan Village Hotel.  To stand as principal sponsors are Calix Tan, Henry C. Dy, Dy Sheik Tong, Anna Franca Echavez, Luisa Libron, and Dr. Salud Picardal.

Hua Qiao University, Not Chip Bee
Tue, 15 Apr 2003 16:42:40 +0800

I read in your "Tracers" section of the Spectrum (April 15, 2003) that the group of Ken Ngo (son of Roderick Ngo) and Agnes Sy (daughter of Nelson Sy) who joined this year's Xiamen Summer Tour is billeted at the Chip Bee University.  I think they are all in Hua Qiao University.  Chip Bee University belongs to the other batch that was supposed to leave last April 1, but due to many students who backed out, they all left for Xiamen on the same day with the other group on March 31, 2003. --Susan Lim-De la Cruz, Iloilo, Philippines, email: iko1031@hotmail.com

("Tracers" stands corrected.  Thank you for the correction. --Editor)

Hi! This (Spectrum web site) is a great place to find long lost friends. I finally got Jennifer Wee's number through Robinson Siao. Jingle and I have been texting and we even plan to meet over lunch or dinner but she has been busy lately with her foreign travels. --Josefina Rizalina Guiritan (Batch '84), Makati, Philippines, email: guiritanj@yahoo.com

Good day to you ... I am a disabled/retired construction general-civil Supt that desires to relocate in you beautiful country.  I am having difficulty finding a web site for local newspaper there to view current classified advertising on rental homes available.  Any assistance you might be able to give me would be greatly appreciated.  I have found your people there in the Philippines are very well educated and friendly to most Americans since our country and yours have had an out going alliance for many years.  Thank you for your time. Respectively, Larry Smith, e-mail:  "Larry" admittedbigdaddy@earthlink.net

Happy Easter to all! --Peter, Tita, Peterson, Princess and Phillip Dy, Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, e-mail:  pdy@telusplanet.net

More on GAH registration fee

Tue, 15 Apr 2003 08:24:37 -0500
Here we go again. Last time, I was keeping my opinion in the side lines.  Because, per my humble experience, sometimes it's better to confine the discussion and input and dispute to a few individuals.  Para jeutay ra ang magkarambola ... I realized that in human nature, someone somewhere will always come out with some realistic and sometime unrealistic opinion. But who are we to judge his or her wisdom. Di ba?  I've been attending seminars, conventions and other huge functions, etc. This is my humble personal suggestion: The LCHS Grand Alumni Homecoming is a packaged deal, which includes registration, meal tickets for lunch, souvenir program, gala night dinner/dance and lots of amenities (as elaborated by Prince Charles; Spectrum, April 15, 2003 issue).  Why not call it "convention fee" instead of registration fee, which is a misnomer.  Registration fee is only a part.  Concerning those financially handicapped, I strongly agree to form a Committee to handle their situation.  From the windy city. --Gregorio C. Dy (Batch '58), Chicago, Ill., U.S.A., email: gregdy@juno.com

Fri, 18 Apr 2003 13:00:41 +0800
An affair of this magnitude would be very difficult for the organizers if the fees would be waived.  My suggestion would be, like what happened in the previous GAH, since most of my batchmates were members of the Secretariat, before lunch of the first day we already knew who can't make it, so what we did was to talk among our batchmates about it.  Then Freddie Siao shelled out the registration fee of the one who couldn't make it.  So our classmate was able to make it because of Frederick.  I think some of other batches did the same thing (i.e. batch of Robert Dy). Since it would be difficult to waive the fees totally, then it would be better to sponsor a classmate. --Marie Josiefel Quimbo Ello (Batch '83), Vancouver, Canada, email: mjqello@eudoramail.com

Fri, 18 Apr 2003 22:10:37 EDT
What a wonderful explanation from my good friend Charles "Anlok" Sy who responded to my proposal to eliminate the registration fee.  I myself find it not only so difficult but also it would take a huge tremendous effort to do it.  But however difficult it would be, I think it is still possible as long as there should be some alternatives to achieve the objective and much cooperation from each alumnus for the benefit and success of our GAH 2005.

Additionally, please I would like to apologize if my suggestion and "opinion" has been unrealistic as what my fellow alumnus Dr. Greg Dy from windy city of Chicago mentioned.  My suggestion was intended not to derail our upcoming big homecoming, but just a concern for some of our less fortunate alumni who were not able to attend the previous GAH 2000 because of financial reason.  I am not against the required registration fee, because I myself would not want our GAH 2005 to be financially strapped.  Greg Dy's idea of calling it "convention fee" instead of "registration fee" is also reasonable, and his idea to form a committee for the situation of our less fortunate alumni is meaningful.  I am fully aware of the concern expressed by my friend Charles Sy as much as I am also concerned. --Laureto C. Lao (Batch '68), Callifornia, U.S.A., email: Elsierito@aol.com

Sat, 19 Apr 2003 18:08 +0800
The objective behind Laureto Lao's proposal to enable alumni with financial difficulty to attend the GAH2005 is indeed well taken.  It is, without doubt, a noble one.  For a grand alumni homecoming to be successful and meaningful, there should be as many alumni as possible in attendance.

What Marie Josiefel Ello mentioned in her email of 4/18/03 is one practical approach.  Our fellow alumni can either collectively or individually offer to shoulder the registration fee (or convention fee, as suggested by Greg Dy) on behalf of some of their batch mates who can ill afford the fee.  As a matter of fact, several alumni I know did exactly the same thing during our GAH2000.  A few even volunteered to help shoulder the registration fees of alumni not belonging to their batch.  Another good idea is to form a committee to take care of our less fortunate alumni, as mentioned by Greg Dy.  This, too, is worth implementing.  If I'm not mistaken, the GAH 2000 executive committee did organize a task force to assist our less fortunate alumni.  The committee was tasked to scout or request the help of our generous alumni and some other individuals in shouldering the registration fee of our less fortunate alumni.  The approach turned out to be quite successful and enabled many financially-challenged alumni to grace the GAH2000.  Another admirable thing the committee did was to offer special rate for selected groups of alumni (such as alumni who were new graduates, among others).  They were assessed only P500 each instead of P1,500, but without the convention kit and souvenir program.

I'm optimistic our alumni leaders back home will continue with these helpful and practical solutions.  The same approaches can surely stand more improvements or refinements for GAH2005 as more helpful ideas arise from concerned and well-meaning alumni, the likes of Laureto Lao, Greg Dy, and Jojo Ello.  --Charles O. Sy (Batch '67), Cebu, Philippines, email: syanlok@yahoo.com

Sun, 20 Apr 2003 11:05:27 +0800
I'm just happy that we're already starting to discuss about the next GAH. I'm sure that the fruits of this discussion will greatly help make the next GAH another success.  --Marie Janiefer Lee (Batch '87), Manila, Philippines; email: janiefer@pacific.net.ph


Marie Janiefer Q. Lee, Batch '87

“If in the mirror you see white hair on your head, wrinkles on your forehead, eyebags and sags on your cheeks, be happy ... because you have a perfect vision.”  This message was sent to me by my college roommate via text.  This must be her way of greeting me for my birthday.

Every time I’m reminded of this message I always end up grinning mischievously.  Making me think about the things or the changes in me that I’m failing to notice, given the not-so-perfect vision that I have.  Is it now the time to start doubting what the mirror is saying?  Because sometimes we see something but we tend to believe something else. We believe want we want to believe.

This brings me to this story about a jolly gray-haired lady in Gingoog City, we call Nang Tata, whom I finally had the honor of meeting last December.  I’ve heard about her eye operation a couple of years back from her sister, Nang Lily, who I met when I was in Vancouver last year.  Nang Lily is now a retired nurse in Vancouver, a very kind-hearted and giving woman.  Being this person that she is, when Nang Lily learned that her sister is having blurred vision she offered to shoulder all expenses and have her sister flown from Gingoog to Vancouver.  It was in Vancouver where they had Nang Tata’s eyes operated.

One day as Nang Tata was looking at her face in the mirror, she exclaimed angrily to Nang Lily, saying that the facial cream that Nang Lily’s been giving her is causing spots on her face.  Nang Lily told her that those spots have been on her face for decades.  Maybe at that time Nang Tata was already regretting why she underwent that operation only to end up with bad skin.

It was only then that Nang Lily figured out how blurred her sister’s vision was before the operation.  And how she must have been semi blind all these years but was just too proud to admit it.  Sosmareosep!  And to think that she even rides a motor cycle back in Gingoog.  When I asked her how she did her driving before the operation she said that she did it by memory.  She said that she had to rely on her memory as she zooms along the roads all around the city.  Ngek! Thank goodness for sharp memories.

It’s been said that our eyes are the windows to our soul.  I thought that this was just a phrase out of those romantic books, until somebody proved to me that this was true.  That through our eyes it’s possible to tell if we’re happy or sad.  I was jolted out of my skin when somebody told me that I must be very sad because my eyes say so.  All I remember is that while he was talking my mind was wandering millions of miles away.  Could it be that our eyes spell “sad” and “indifference” in the same way?  But if his intentions were to get my attention then he succeeded at it because after that I made sure that I listened to what he was saying.  I was afraid that he might say that I must be deaf or something.  Having a pair of sad eyes is better than being called a deaf.

Our eyes are not only windows of our soul it could cause some pain too if not properly cared for.  Last year I had the scare of my life when I had a migraine attack for weeks.  I visited the Neurologist expecting the worst but still hoping for the best.  I thought that it was already my time to join my Creator.  Then it turned out that the answer to my migraine wasn’t found in the Neurologist’s clinic but in the Optical Shop.  The Ophthalmologist told me that the grade difference between my two eyes are so wide which was causing my deadly headaches.

I haven’t been using my eyeglasses since I graduated from college, which was exactly 11 years last year.  When the doctor heard this she gave me a look that says “you must be out of your mind.” Not that I’m in denial but I just feel that they are so cumbersome.  And since I don’t have any problems seeing, my belief that I could get away without it was reinforced.  It didn’t occur to me that one day my over-strained eyes would take a revenge and would be “killing me softly” with migraines.

As the doctor was still in the sermon mood, she told me that I have to wear my glasses all the time.  She also said that as we reach 40 our eyesight normally deteriorates by several percent.  It’s like she’s telling me that I should accept this fact.  As I was listening to her go on and on, I was just holding back my tongue from lashing out at her that I’m still eight years away from being 40.  And as long as I can get rid of my migraine attacks I would even sleep with my glasses on, if she wants me to. So that I could see my dreams clearly.  But honestly I already learned my lesson, I’ll never leave my eyeglasses lying around for 11 years again. I’d never want those migraines back.

When a friend told me once that he was going to see his eye doctor because he had difficulty watching TV.  I told him to try moving his TV set closer to their bed.  That was of course the crazy me talking, the serious me would tell him to go ahead and see his doctor.  Sometimes I think that all those migraines have loosened some bolts in my head.  I dearly hope not.

Now that I’ve been migraine-free for months, I’m now kinder to my eyes.  I wear my glasses daily even if my ears and my nose are already complaining about the added burden. Now as I turn another year older, I may not have the perfect vision anymore but with my glasses I would still see the white hair, the wrinkles and the sagging cheeks, once they start to appear.  Hehehe.

"Great music is that which penetrates the ear with facility and leaves the memory with difficulty," wrote British conductor Sir Thomas Beecham.

Music has a way of retaining itself in the inner chamber of our memory better than most other things.  This is particularly true with songs that we grew up with or those which we cherished at some points of our lives.

I grew up with the music of the Beatles.  The legendary Fab Four from Liverpool swept the music world in the early 60s when I, as a high school greenhorn, was starting to appreciate pop music.  The Beatles first hit our shores in 1963 with its "I Saw Her Standing Her" and "Boys." Since then I became an overnight fan gobbling up every 45-rpm record of the Beatles that followed thereafter.  Today each time I hear the early hits of the Beatles I am transported to my high school days at LCHS when tight water-repellent pants, black boots and mop hair were in vogue.

Even though my appreciation of popular music started with the Beatles in the 60s, many other songs that date farther back to the 50s still leave lingering echoes of nostalgia.  Harry Belafonte, Elvis Presley and Pat Boone were among the pop stars of the 50s.  Today whenever I hear Boone's "Bernadette," Presley's "King Creole," and Belafonte's "Day O," images of my days spent as a grade-I pupil in Cebu immediately flash back in my mind.  My sister, Yok Eng, was a teenage college student then and she often played these songs on our vintage phonograph at home. The songs meant nothing to me then.  Yet they remain today securely etched in my memory.  In the few years that followed when we moved back to Iligan, my sister would play other great hits of the era on our new Caracas hi-fi phonograph.  From her I was introduced to such other immortal music as Paul Francis Webster & Sonny Burke's bouncy "Merry Christmas Polka," Johnny Mathis' "A Certain Smile," and Glenn Miller's balmy "Moonlight Serenade."

Later in my elementary years in Iligan in the late 50s and early 60s, Sue Thompson topped the music charts with her "Have a Good Time."  Around that same period, Neil Sedaka's "Oh Carol," Johnny Tillotson's "True True Happiness," Frankie Avalon's "Venus," and Teddy Randazzo's "One More Chance" and "Teenage Señorita" dominated the airlanes.  Today whenever I hear these songs, my memories automatically bring me back to the little restaurant by the city plaza called Kapit Bahay.  It was there where these songs were played repeatedly on its jukebox.  Having lived within earshot of Kapit Bahay, I could hear the same songs over and over from our house to the point where I could almost memorize their lyrics.

Near the Kapit Bahay was the 7-Up Studio in the vicinity of the city plaza.  Many other smash hits of the day were likewise played endlessly at this studio where a loud speaker was installed facing the park.  From it I soon became familiar with Brenda Lee's "All Alone Am I," Patti Page's "Tennessee Waltz," Roy Orbison's "Only the Lonely," and Diomedes Maturan's "Rose Tattoo."  So were other great songs of the times like Patsy Cline's "Crazy," the McGuire Sisters' "Sincerely" and "Volare," the Kingston Trio's "Tom Dooley," the Four Aces' "Stranger in Paradise," and Connie Francis' "Stupid Cupid."

In many ways, the city plaza was my best and most inexpensive source of music.  Having lived nearby, I learned many immortal songs from the amateur hour singing contests staged by DXIC every Sunday evening at the park.  Among the standard fares of the contestants were Nat King Cole's "Stardust," Matt Monroe's "Walk Away," Skeeter Davis' "The End of the World," Timi Yuro's "Hurt," and Doris Day's "Que Sera Sera."

Not far away from our house on Quezon Avenue was the Queen Theater that also had a loud speaker installed outside to amplify its music before the start of a movie at noon.  From it I became accustomed to its entire repertoire because the theater played the same music in full blast practically everyday.  One of those songs was Connie Francis' "High Noon."  At about that same period when I was in grade-VI, there was a transient student in the grade-V class named Lucena Reyes.  Many boys in school were attracted to her by her beautiful brown eyes.  So was I.  She took part in the school's annual literary-musical contest where she sang "Dalagang Filipina."  And today whenever I hear the song, I think of this pretty dalaga from Kapatagan and wonder if she's still as pretty today as she was with her big brown eyes.

There was a time in our childhood when some manufacturing companies used to show free outdoor movies at the public plaza in the evening to promote their products.  One of them was Fighter cigarette.  It was memorable because it made its announcement on a jeep that circled the town with its commercial jingle blaring from a loud speaker.  The jingle, I was to learn later, was adapted from the martial march entitled "Colonel Bogey March."  The whistling tune was made popular as the theme song of the movie "Bridge of the River Kwai."  Perhaps even more unforgettable is "The Longest Day" by Paul Anka, from the epic war movie of the same title. When the movie was shown at the Queen Theater in 1962 or thereabouts, the whole stretch of Quezon Avenue was undergoing major concreting works.  Today, each time I hear the song, I remember how I and the kids in the neighborhood would gather daily along the shoulder of the road to watch the men at work.  Now almost 40 years later, the song "The Longest Day" still reminds me of the time Quezon Avenue was reconstructed to become the longest major thoroughfare in the heart of the city today.

Music, according to English dramatist William Congreve, has charms that can soothe a savage beast.  Yet it too can provide lasting footnotes to some significant moments of our lives.  In many ways, old songs serve as the indelible bookmarks of our bygone fascinations -- all because, as our columnist Marie Janiefer Lee wrote not so long ago, "they leave footprints in our hearts."

Our Xiamen Summer Tour of 2002 was probably the most memorable thing that I have gone through in my life.  Most of the memories were good ones -- ones that I enjoy reminiscing about.  However, there were some that I never want to think about.  Right now, I take up my courage to tell about the worst experience I had in the entire two months of our Xiamen tour.

It happened near the end of the trip.  We had graduated, and we were in Wu Yi Shan to celebrate.   We traveled to Wu Yi Shan by train. We arrived early in the morning. The first thing on our itinerary was hiking through the mountains. This took about two hours.  Obviously, we were exhausted.  The last destination in the hiking trail was a stone cave (in photo, Derwin Sy at center with tour mates at the cave site).

We weren't forced to get in the cave.  After all, the cave exit still led to the same place as the entrance.  I decided to stay behind. I had been warned that the cave had very narrow passages. With my size, I had a feeling I wouldn't fit through.  However, since everyone was going in, I figured I would be alright. So, I gave it a try. Big mistake.

Upon entering the cave, we were greeted by the squeaking of the hundreds of bats living in the cave.  Inside, we had to climb a staircase leading to the upper part of the cave. Climbing the staircase itself was almost a nightmare.  We had to nudge against the cave wall. What's worse was that the cave wall was really cold and wet.  Wet with what, who knows. I had gotten midway through the staircase.

Then, it happened.  I just couldn't get through anymore.  The passage in front of me was too narrow, and I just couldn't dare give it a try.  I feared being stuck in between those cave walls. My imagination went wild. I imagined never being able to get out of there. There was a long line behind me.

At that point, it seemed impossible to just back out. But my guts would not allow me to push through. I just stood there, and so did the line. It took five to ten minutes for the tour guide to finally realize that I wasn't going through. The entire line had to move back so that I could get out of that place.

My shirt was drenched, cold, and dirty as I left the cave.  I was mad, I was embarrassed, and I was scared.  The next day, I stayed behind while most of the other tour mates climbed the highest peak in the area.

And that was the worst thing that happened to me in the extent of the tour. Hopefully, I can soon look back at that moment, and just laugh.  Right now, I can't. I just can't.

[Editor's Note:  Derwin Dexter Sy is the eldest son of Nelson Sy (Batch '62).  He just graduated from high school last April 4 at Cebu's Bethany Christian School where he was valedictorian in his Chinese class and news editor of their school paper Talents Unlimited.  He plans to take up B.S. Information Technology at the University of San Carlos this June. He can be reached by email at derwinsy@i-cebu.com.ph]

BATCH 1999
Katherine Kho, 25 Lluch Subd., Pala-o, Iligan City, tel. 221-4813; July Ng, Pala-o, Iligan City, tel. 221-2692; Cristina Gil Portugalisa, 0248 Botica Sholly, Pala-o, Iligan City, tel. 221-5008; Jefferson Romares, Tag-ibo, Iligan City, tel. 221-1462; John Arthur Samson, 0041 Cardinal St., Isabel Village, Pala-o, Iligan City, tel. 221-2654; Ronald Rae Samson, 0015 Doña Teodora Blvd., Maria Cristina Subd., Iligan City, tel. 221-5290; Oliver Siangco, Prk. 13-A, Pala-o, Iligan City, tel. 221-1931; Diana Grace Sy, 00-11 Samson Food Product, Tibanga, Iligan City, tel. 221-1931; Mae Angela Talingting, Cagayan de Oro City; Anthon Louie Te, 0139-C Quezon Ave. Ext., Iligan City, tel. 221-3264; Sally Vy, 86 E. Abada St., Loyola Heights, Quezon City, e-mail: st_vy@hotmail.com; Jean Haydee Wang, 0005 Empire Village, Iligan City, tel. 221-2437, e-mail: jeanhaydee@eudoramail.com; Jefferson Wang, Tibanga, Iligan City; Lewgrade Yap, Cabili Ave., Iligan City, tel. 221-3149; and  Francis Alonzon Yu, NFA, Laville Subd., Bara-as, Iligan City, tel. 221-6504.
 

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