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From Connoisseur to Dinosaur

By Rene A. Aranda | July 2, 2006 - 12:00am

Ever since I was a young man, I had always admired guys, 50 years old and above, for their wisdom and urbanity. The way they carry their clothes, the manner they finger-comb their silver hair. And they always manage...

Starweek Magazine

Putting the X in Xmas

By Celine Lopez | December 27, 2002 - 12:00am

Here’s another Christmas article for you. I began writing this article with much hope of exuding that pine-scented...

Young Star