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P.S. to Dad's Day

By Stacy Danika S. Alcantara | June 24, 2009 - 12:00am

Okay, admit it. No matter what, the only constant guy in our lives is our good ‘ol dad. Call him papa, tatay, or whatever you wish.

Freeman Cebu Lifestyle

Tracking a triathlon

By Andy Leuterio | June 5, 2002 - 12:00am

Ah, to be a child again. To have un-jaded eyes that still see things innocently, and always in the best light. To have a strong pair of lungs which have yet to taste the evil, addictive power of nicotine. To have...

Motoring