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CABUYAO INSTITUTE

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Tito Jun

February 3, 2013 - 12:00am

The people we meet always serve a purpose in our lives.

Allure

CI Batch ‘88

January 20, 2013 - 12:00am

In those days when we were younger and didn’t know any better, we thought it was some tough luck that befell our batch when our high school Cabuyao Institute closed in 1987 just when classes had started. ...

Allure

Lost and found

March 12, 2006 - 12:00am

The exact date had escaped me now. It could have been the last week of June or the first few days of July in 1987. In those days, talk was ripe about the imminent closure of our school due to a stand-off between...

Allure

Lost and found

March 12, 2006 - 12:00am

The exact date had escaped me now. It could have been the last week of June or the first few days of July in 1987. In those days, talk was ripe about the imminent closure of our school due to a stand-off between...

Allure