Vol. 7, No. 7, July 7, 2003

During the first meeting of the new set of board of directors held at JY Dimsum on Thursday, July 3, 2003, Henry Dy (Batch '64), in photo, was unanimously elected as the new president of the LCHS Alumni Association.  Elected with him were:  Suniel Lim (Batch '66), first vice president; James Booc (Batch '82), second vice president; Roger Suminguit (Batch '73), secretary; Teresita Racines (Batch '67), treasurer; Vy Beng Hong (Batch '69), auditor; Rodolfo Yu (Batch '69), PRO and Ernest Oliver Uy (Batch '87), assistant PRO.  The new set of officers will serve until the year 2005, in time for the holding of the second grand alumni homecoming.  Many alumni hailed the election of Henry Dy for his vision, leadership and executive ability.  There is no doubt that he and his team will be able to pave the way to another successful grand alumni reunion.

LCHS-AA elects new board of directors

After four hours of canvassing of votes at the LCHS canteen last June 26, eighteen nominees to the board of directors of the LCHS alumni association emerged as winners.  They were Glenda Sy-Cabilan, 154 votes; Roger Suminguit, 145; Rodolfo Yu, 143; Henry Dy, 141; Dy Sio Te, 138; Teresita Racines, 135; Fe Quimbo, 132; Suniel Lim, 127; Arturo Samson, 127; James Booc, 119; Alexander Chua, 112; Chester Dy-Carlos, 111; Carlos Dy, 108; Calixto Tan, 106; Andy Lee, 103; Ernest Oliver Uy, 98; Manuel Te, 90 and Santiago Ong, 90 votes.  Luis Kho obtained 102 votes and placed sixteenth, but begged off due to ill health.  Present during the canvassing were Carlos Dy, Dy Sio Te, Victor Chiu, Reynaldo Suminguit, Belinda Cu-Lim, Roger Suminguit and Chester Dy Carlos.  Total votes cast were 185 ballots from Iligan and 11 ballots from overseas through the Internet.  It may be recalled that during the election of 2001, Glenda Sy-Cabilan and Roger Suminguit tied for the first place with 190 votes each.

Edmund Samson opens new branch in Cebu

Edmund Samson (Batch'76) inaugurated a second office of his Ebco Unisales Inc. on Escario St., Cebu City, last June 21.  Ebco Unisales is the exclusive distributor of Italian tiles from Centro Ceramica International.  Ebco Unisales is also the exclusive distributor of Futura window coverings and automated shades.  Edmund Samson opened Ebco's first branch at the Ayala Access Road in Cebu in 1994. His Ebco office is a boutique type of office where clients can view the sample products while listening to classical music or taking a sip of coffee or tea.  Edmund manages the company together with his wife Brenda Samson. Edmund, an architect by profession, also owns EDSA Architecture Inc.  He is the younger brother of past LCHS-AA president Arturo Samson. Edmund says their target market are people with taste.  "People build a house once in a lifetime so there's really a need to invest on quality products. And I'd say our products are of superb quality especially with Centro Ceramica and Futura," he adds.

Roger Suminguit goes back to school -- as teacher

Roger Suminguit has gone back to school.  This time as a teacher.   Starting this school year he teaches at the Torralba Business College in Iligan City.  He handles Personality Development, Bookkeeping, and Clerical Training, and holds classes Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, from 5 pm to 8 pm.  Asked how he can still have time to teach school with all his hectic schedules as vice president of Global Techno Environment Consult, Inc., LCHS-AA secretary, and member of various civic clubs, he says, "It's always good to develop and impart my knowledge, experiences, and skill with people willing to learn.  It's also a way of complementing my Master's Degree in Environmental Consultancy."

Roger Suminguit, Batch '73

Spotted recently in the company of sexy movie star in Cebu City was bachelor at large Igdono Caracho (Batch '66).  Igdono was seen together with Angela Velez at the Waterfront Hotel in Lahug (in photo, website edition).  The voluptuous star was in Cebu to do a show and was spending some spare time leisurely shopping at the boutiques of the Waterfront Hotel.  "Tracers," however, can't confirm if the two just met each other there or if they came in altogether.  Abangan!   Meanwhile, Peter Sy (Batch '62) is now based in General Santos City.  He is overseeing the construction of a new canning factory put up by the owners of Treasure Island Industrial Corp. of Cebu City and other partners.  Peter is the younger brother of Rita Sy-Ang.  He was editor of Forward, school paper of the University of San Jose-Recoletos, Cebu City, during his college days.

Yok Eng Sy-Uy, 68

Yok Eng Sy-Uy, aka Sy Iok Ing (Batch '55), in photo, died of cardiac arrest due to complications arising from kidney failure last July 1, at the Metropolitan Hospital, Manila.  She was 68 years old.  She is the sister of Sisa Sy-Sua (deceased), Nelson Sy (Batch '62), Lydia Sy-Chona (Batch '65), Charles Sy (Batch '67), and Jane Sy-Limtin (Batch '70).  She is survived by her children: Lilian Uy-Chan (Manila), Lilly Uy-Nonato (U.S.A.), Lilen Uy (Manila), Livian Uy-Garcia (Cebu), and Wilson Uy (Manila).  Her husband Jose "Kee Chuan" Uy, of Bacolod City, passed away in August 1996.  The late Yok Eng was laid to rest at the Manila Memorial Park in Parañaque, Metro Manila on July 4, 2003.

Among her batch mates at LCHS were Te Lim Ling, Ang Siok Kuan, Alita "Chiao Hua" Ong, Lim Alim, Chiu Ai-Ling, and Johnson Salvador. Yok Eng left LCHS in 1955 to pursue further studies at the Cebu Chinese High School (now Cebu Eastern College) and at the University of San Carlos.  She also taught briefly at the Cebu Kian Kee High School during her college days.  In the Sy household, she was the most vivacious and the more forbearing among the Sy siblings.  We request our readers to pray for the eternal repose of her soul.

Thu, 3 Jul 2003 09:37:35 -0600
To our dear friend Anlok, Nelson, Yok Yong, Jane and family:  We regret to hear the loss of your sister, Yok Eng.  Our heartfelt condolence. With our love and prayers. --Peter & Tita Dy and children, Edmonton, Canada, email: pdy@telusplanet.net

On behalf of our family and the children of our sister Iok Ing "Enga" Sy-Uy who passed away on July 1, 2003, I convey our profound gratitude to all our fellow alumni and dear friends here and abroad, who visited and condoled with us, sent us cards, flowers, e-mails and text messages.  Their gesture of concern and words of consolation have immeasurably eased the pain in our hearts and made our moments of grief and sorrow much more bearable.  Their warm thoughts and comforting words shall be treasured by us eternally -- just as the memory of our dear sister shall live on forever in our hearts.  To all our friends who consoled us and shared our loss, we share the following brief message of thanks from Wilson Uy, the youngest child and only son of Enga, delivered on the day of her interment. --Charles O. Sy, Cebu, Philippines.

Thank You
By Wilson Sy Uy

On behalf of our family, Adian, Adie, Adin, Bian-Bian and I, together with my brothers-in-law, Marc and Ramon, and grandchildren, I would like to thank all of you -- relatives who came from the provinces and friends who shared this moment with us.  We extend our heartfelt appreciation to all of you.

Last night, when I knew that I was going to be in front of you all, I didn't know what to say and I got this book and there was a short story.  Allow me to share it with you.

It's about waves, gobbing along in the ocean, having a grand time.  They're enjoying the wind and fresh air until one of the waves notices the other waves in front crashing against the shore.  "My God, this is terrible," says the wave, "look what's going to happen to me."

Then along came another wave.  It sees the first wave looking grim and sad and it says to him, "Why do you look so sad?"

"You don't understand. We're all going to crash and all of us are going to be nothing.  Isn't it terrible?" the first wave says.

The second wave says, "No, you don't understand. You are not a wave, you are part of the ocean."

As I finish reading this story, I find comfort that Mom is not a wave but a part of the ocean.  I'm sure that her journey to Heaven is secured and that she is with our Lord.  I'm only saddened by the fact that the people, friends and relatives she left behind would surely miss her laughter, her most beautiful smile, her tremendous courage, and her unrelenting determination to live.  But I'm pretty sure the footprints she left behind have left an indelible mark to the people she had touched.  Again from us to you, we say thank you.

It's "Flower 4," not "Fantasy Forever"
Mon, 23 Jun 2003 16:18:25 +0800

The name of the Taiwanese band "F4" stands for "Flower 4," and not "Fantasy Forever," as stated in the article "F4: A Meteoric Phenomenon" by Charles O. Sy (Spectrum, June 23, 2003).  "Fantasy Forever" is the title of their album. --Susan Lim-de la Cruz, Iloilo, Philippines, email: iko1031@hotmail.com

[Thanks for the correction.  The name F4 is an apparent takeoff from the popularity of the Beatles who were also called the Fab Four.  Except for the F4's bubblegum music, the current F4 craze somehow resembles the Beatlemania in the 60s: four handsome faces, trendy attire, wild screaming crowds, packs of swooning teenage girls, and making long hair fashionable again. --COS]


Marie Janiefer Q. Lee, Batch '87

"Alam mo ba kung anong mga nagaganap sa ating daigdig ngayong mga araw na to?  Nararamdaman mo ba ang mga nangyayari sa iyong kapaligiran?”

How long does it take you to read and understand the above sentences?  If these two sentences were written in English I’m sure that you’d have read it in half the time.  I know that this is the case with most of us; we’re far better at writing and reading in English rather than in our own language.  I’m not saying that we should change the status quo because practically speaking, especially in this day and age, the only thing that gives us an edge over our other Asian neighbors is the fact that we could converse in English effortlessly.  Even an elementary graduate could easily talk in English.

Now we can finally make good use of our good supply of  English-speaking college graduates.  A big thanks to the people who discovered the use of call centers.  Have you heard of those call centers?  These are those customer service numbers we see in brochures, in the packaging materials, in the catalogues or magazines.  It may be a travel agency or a computer technical support or a reservation office, even that courier which promises to get your package anywhere in the world by 10 am the next day.  Those numbers we’d call for information, assistance and services.  Well, they are here in our country.  I mean when you call those numbers -- assuming that it’s just in one of the Staates -- when it’s actually here in our dear home town.  I know some of you may not believe this but it’s really alive and kicking here.  Personally I know quite a few who are call center operators.  The building where my gym is located right now has several floors occupied by call centers too.  This just tells us one thing, that they are everywhere. This is what modern technology can do.  People from the States are led to believe intentionally or unintentionally that they are calling a place just nearby when in fact they are calling a place across the globe.  Or for our Filipino brothers in the States, they are actually calling “home” without knowing it.

These offices are run as if they are in the states too.  They also follow the office hours of the “city” they are supposedly in.  So while everyone here is sleeping, the call centers are just starting their day.  While we’re already in dreamland, the call centers are just having their lunch breaks.  And every morning as I go to the gym, the call center employees are just on their way home.

These call center employees are also trained to answer “surprise” questions by callers.  By surprise questions we mean questions that come out of the blue, like “how’s the weather out there?”  They should know what’s the weather in the place where their office is supposed to be or if not they should know what to say to make “palusot.”  They are also trained never to reveal that they are in the Philippines.  Guess why?  They were told that the callers might lose confidence in the information they are giving if the clients learn that the person who answered them is from here or from a more backward country like ours.  Insulting but true, huh?  This is the reason why I can’t even get the real name of the company my friend is working for.  Another aspect of the undying issue of racial discrimination, I bet.  But that’s beside the point.  The important thing is that jobs are created and filled by one of ours.  And isn’t it nice to know that a lot of this American companies are very confident in our abilities? Another step towards decreasing the rate of unemployment in our country.  And this didn’t happen just now, not after that very successful state visit of our very own GMA, so we’re expecting more American companies to set up their call centers here in the near future.

Sometimes our call center operators would encounter dissatisfied customers that would swear, scream and hurl demeaning words at them but all they could do is bite their lips.  For them, there’s no face to save anyway so the show must go on.

They may feel like zombies for the first few weeks, having to sleep in broad daylight and getting up while the sun is already on the way down, but working for a foreign company is like the answer to their prayers.  It’s like working and getting paid like an overseas contract worker (OCW) without having to leave the country, without having to leave their families behind.  For them this is a low cost and low maintenance job, too, since they don’t have to wear fancy clothes to work, as long as they “wear” their good voice, then they could go to work even in their pajamas.

So to our friends in the States, the next time you reach for that phone to ask for something, for any information at all, you might be actually calling home.  You may never know that the one who got your call whose name is “Mary” may actually be the little girl in your neighborhood whose really “Maria.”

Of the many facets of the old LCHS campus, the school auditorium easily stood out as the most durable in the memories of those who had at one time or another spent their school days there.

The former LCHS auditorium was not just a venue for graduation rites and school programs. There was a lot more than met the eye. The auditorium had played host to a thousand and one activities of all sorts. Within its walls are perpetually enshrined memories of one's youth, its excesses as well as its exuberance, its trials and its triumphs, its dreams and its debacles.

More than a site for rituals and ceremonies, the auditorium also served as an arena for indoor athletics, a playground for fun and frolic, and a launching pad for our innumerable childish mischiefs.

Juvenile Ingenuity.  At once majestic and dignified by yesterday's standards, the auditorium remained a stark testimonial to the ingenuity of its students. Its concrete flooring, segmented with prominent grooves by the square meter, served well for many of our childhood games, like patintero and takingking during class recess. Among the boys, on the concrete pavement were played games of rubber band. Only God knew how much dust particles sneaked into our respiratory tract as we leisurely knelt and blew rubber bands on the pavement across the grooves that served as finish lines.

Recess time would also find the auditorium abuzz with students engaged in games of table tennis, chess, Chinese checker, dama, and scrabble. Of these games, table tennis was the most widely played. Those who wanted to beat the rest in playtime made it a point to rush to school right after lunch, prompting unknowing parents to gush with pride at theirs sons' sudden enthusiasm for school.

Basement Drama.  The centerpiece of the auditorium was the main stage, with its blue velvet curtains compliments of "Army" and "Pioneer" shirts.  On this stage we witnessed songs being sung, dances performed, speeches delivered, awards and diplomas distributed, and dramas staged. Yet underneath this same stage one also got initiated to another drama of adolescent experiences. The stage's basement that stored school junks was also home to a few naughty students who would sneaked inside during dance rehearsals. There between cracks on the stage floor they trained their sights for a posterior view of the dancers. Drawn by this new attraction, I once sneaked in with this ragtag group. But once inside I was promptly attacked by a swarm of cockroaches before I could even catch a glimpse of life on stage. It was apparent the darn cockroaches couldn't stand the competition.

Campus Virtuosos.  The old LCHS auditorium was a frequent venue for wedding ceremonies and receptions as well. Through the years countless couples marched down the aisle inside this once hallowed hall to seal their love in matrimony. Which inevitably brings back images of Madame Huang Hun (whom we all addressed as Hao Tiu Niew) who, for many years, was a regular figure on the piano playing the wedding march. She was to be succeeded later by other notable campus pianists like Ramonita Siao, Teresita Siao and Lalita Uy. I often wondered why all the good pianists had to be women. Silently I vowed to myself to play the keyboard someday to break the female monopoly. Failing in that, I had hoped instead to walk down the aisle myself one day while they played for my future wedding march. Today, four decades thereafter, I still haven't learned to perform either of the two.

Showcase of the Arts.  The auditorium was also a showcase for many a campus artist. On its stage students took their shot for stardom as budding singers, dancers, orators, or thespians. Not having qualified for any of these talents myself, I settled for backdrop artist. I was among those regularly assigned to paint the backdrop for stage plays and dances. Using opaque paint, we created replicas and formed papier mache of the Great Wall of China and other Chinese scenes of weeping willows, lakes, ancient temples, and arched bridges. It was a form of artistic release. But the biggest fun was being released and excused from classes to do the paint job.

Yet that was not the closest I got to a stage production. I finally got on stage for a school play one day. I was assigned as lights and sound man. It was a disaster. During a night scene I switched on the flood light instead of the sound of gunshot as the stage actor, on cue, pulled the trigger of his pistol. It was the first time for the puzzled audience to witness a handgun turned night into day.

My next attempt on stage was a Hawaiian dance number presented by our high school junior class under Chona Serrato. The girls were graceful in their grass skirts just as we boys were awful in our Bermuda shorts. We had to sway to the music of Elvis Presley's Blue Hawaii. I felt terribly clumsy doing the stuff despite all the coaxing from ma'am Serrato. I guess I eventually drove her nuts because she admonished me several times: "This is a hula dance, not the Limbo Rock!"

Heyday.  In its heyday the auditorium was home to campus talents with varying degrees of potentials and promise.  It was, in more ways than one, the Carnegie Hall of our small community.  Its stage served as a springboard for rising stars and risen stars alike, from within and outside LCHS.  On its stage one saw campus prodigies making their debut.  Students vying for the top slots to represent LCHS in speech and singing contests, like the annual Voice of Democracy and PRISAA, tested their mettle on its stage.

Campus talents keeping up with the fads of the 60's like pop music bands (then better known as combos) also honed their skills for a performance in this auditorium as their first step to public acclaim. More notable among these teenage combos that made it to the stage with a more memorable performance was the quartet called "The Vultures." It was composed of Ernesto Yu (on rhythm guitar), Alex Rodriguez (bass), Victor Yu (drums), and an off-campus pal named Sisoy (on lead guitar).  Their performance was a hit and the group became an overnight sensation in LCHS.

In the summer of 1960, the auditorium was filled to unprecedented SRO-capacity when the popular Taiwanese star Tsihn Suat Hong blew into town for a concert that was to cast an enchanting spell over the community for a long while.  Her concert left a repertoire of Chinese songs that remains hauntingly memorable to this very day, such as "Gua Ai Siao Dian Keh" (adapted from the Western ballad "Seven Lonely Days") and "Me Kui Teh Me Kui" (adapted from "Rose Rose I Love You").

Honor and Misdemeanor.   For many, the auditorium was also a battle ground, a virtual arena where honors were earned and misdemeanor tried.  It was those times when all high school students vied for top honors during periodical exams held simultaneously at the auditorium.  We were all assembled together with students from other classes, making it futile to copy from those seated near us.  We were assigned seats far apart from our classmates.  In my entire high school life I never missed my classmates that much!  To cheat my way out of this predicament I slipped pre-written answers on a small piece of paper tucked away under my socks.  Little did I realize that while I was merrily copying answers from my kodego, the school disciplinarian Felipe Oh had sneaked right behind me.  I was caught red handed and my precious kodego promptly confiscated by Mr. Oh, to which I, in sheer panic and embarrassment, could only utter, "Oh! Mr. Oh!"

The Watering Hole.  On the side exit of the auditorium leading to the school canteen was the faucet area.  It was a favorite watering hole for boys after a few rounds of ping-pong.  Atop the faucet was a small window that often remained half open to allow ventilation to the wash room of the faculty office. That explained why the boys often took longer than necessary in using the faucet.  It was a convenient perch for peeping into the wash room whenever a lady teacher got in. It ultimately dawned on me that the faucet offered the naughty boys a convenient excuse to get by: you can think dirty and still run away with clean hands.

Such are the remnants of life at the historic LCHS auditorium, now gone and defunct. Yet they still linger in our fascination with the past like recurrent symphonies of a bygone era.

Strawberry Jam
By Candice Ang Uy

I really like strawberry jam
I love it like no other!
I even like it better than ham
Or gooey stuff like butter.

You see, it is my favorite treat
It's what I like the best
More than any other sweetmeat
Strawberry jam can beat the rest!

I like it on my toast
My pudding, my curds, and whey
Why, I don't care much for roast
Just strawberry jam anytime of day!

I am as pleased as can be
Strawberry jam trickling down my chin
You can see that it's me
Flashing that toothy, red-mouthed grin!

What does faith means to you?  Religion?  So if you're Catholic, you don't go to another church to worship God?  Is that how you relate yourself to God?  Can you really see God in your life and feel Him in your heart?  Or is God just a divine power whom you pray to when you need something and forget once you get it?  Or don't pray as hard when life is treating you well?

Many years ago, my dad and I had a very nice talk about life.  Up to this day, I get teary-eyed everytime I think about it.  My dad passed away on September 19, 1986 from cancer.  My dad said: Life is like a wheel, it rotates.  Sometimes you can be on top while other times at the bottom. The message behind it was to treat everybody the same.  Don't think that you're far better off than anyone else in this world because even the ones that may seem less fortunate than you have a purpose why they are here.  Nothing in life is permanent.  Life is a journey, the wheel will continue to rotate and move on.  Along with this journey are people that come and go into our lives.  They are there for a reason, a mission to accomplish, and once they're done, they'll be gone.  Of course, you will miss these people, and if they die, you won't see them again in this lifetime.  You will mourn for them.  You will cry to no end.  You might even doubt the existence of God or hate God for allowing this to happen to you.  You are grieving over what you've lost, and it is a process that will take time to heal.  But time heals all wounds, no matter how deep and painful it is.  But can you do it alone? Absolutely not.  This is where faith comes in.

Faith makes the day and paves the way.  It's not to make things easier, but believe in its possibilities.  Faith comes from God.  It's like baby steps, it will slowly grow and mature.  God is knocking on your door, allow Him to come in.  He is kind and gentle; He will patiently wait for you to open your door or He'll come back another day and try again.  He will never give up on you because you are special and He loves you unconditionally.  He will catch you when you stumble; He will rescue you when you fall and help you to get up and walk again. He is a very loving God with full of mercy.

Once you accepted God's invitation and welcome Him to your life, you will learn humility and meekness. What's the difference? Humility means to humble yourself before God. To vow down your head as God's servant and recognize Him as your Master.  Once you can do that, then you will be able to surrender yourself to God and let Him have full control of your life. That's meekness.  You will let God lead you the way, and you follow Him obediently.  He is the light of the world, without Him this world is too dark for you to find your way.

Now, you might wonder why even with God you still go thru trials and tribulations in life.  Sometimes, it doesn't make sense why things happened the way they did.  What have you done wrong or what could you have done to prevent it.  Along with this, I remember a dear friend of mine, Bernadette, who passed away from a car wreck last year.  She was very kind and gentle, one of the sweetest persons I had met and worked with. To me, she was like an angel with invisible wings.  She was such a beautiful person inside and out.  I'm so blessed to have a chance to know her even for just a short while.  Bernadette, or Pinky as how her family called her, will always have a special place in my heart.

There's no answer for all your questions.  Just believe that everything happened for a reason.  It may be very hard to understand and accept it now, but someday, you'll appreciate these rewards: more strength, love, faith and lots of compassion for others.  This world will learn from your examples and it will inspire many people to go back to our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ.  Won't you be glad to be God's chosen disciple?

So keep your head up and allow your faith to continue to grow and mature.  Don't quit when life isn't treating you well, there's more to it than just pain and suffering -- there's a great reward waiting at the end.  Open your heart to God's plans for your life. You'll be surprised! God works in very mysterious ways. Give Him a chance ... God bless!

The Woodcutter
(Author unknown, forwarded by Peter Dy [Batch '66], Edmonton, Canada)

One day, while a woodcutter was cutting a branch of a  tree above a river, his axe fell into the river.  When he began crying, God appeared and asked him, "Why are you crying?"
The woodcutter told Him that his axe has fallen into water.  God went down into the water and reappeared with a golden axe. "Is this your axe?" God asked.
The woodcutter said, "No."
God again went down and came up with a silver axe.  "Is this your axe?" God asked.
The wood cutter said, "No."
God went down again and came up with an iron axe.  "Is this your axe?" God asked.
The wood cutter said "Yes."
God was pleased with the man's honesty and gave him all the three axes.  The woodcutter went home happily.

One day while he was walking with his wife along the river, his wife fell into the river.  When he began crying, God appeared and asked him,
"Why are you crying?"
"My wife has fallen into water."
God went down into the water and came up with Jennifer Lopez.  "Is this your wife?" God asked.
"Yes," he said.
God was furious.  "You cheat!  I will curse you." God scolded.
He quickly said, "Forgive me, Lord.  It is a misunderstanding.  If I say "No" to Jennifer Lopez, you will come up with Catherine Zeta Jones.  If I also say "No" to her, you will finally come up with my wife and I will say "Yes", then you will give all the three women to me.  I am a poor man. I will not be able to look after all the three.  So that's why I've to say "Yes".
 

EDITORIAL STAFF VICTOR L. CHIU, editor Correspondents: Roger Suminguit,Teresita Racines, Charmaine Molo, Rodolfo Yu & Virginia Handumon-Te; Castor Ong Lim, business manager, & Marie Joan Q. Quidlat, treasurer, (Iligan); Igdono Caracho (Cebu); Marie Janiefer Lee (Manila); Peter Dy (Canada); Leonardo Tan (Australia); Ernesto Yu & Aurora Tansiokhian (U.S.A.); 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.oocities.org/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