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I was typing and typing my blog entry and finished it and sent it and voila! It was under notphantomvoters, my old blog which you can find somewhere here (under profile). So just go there and read. Super sorry...

See you tomorrow at the Pride March, 3 pm, Malate, beside Aristocrats Resto.

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Diablo said…
sir danton, i am planning to make my thesis about philippine gay poetry.

but i am from ust, won't you be my adviser, sir?
Monday, December 10, 2007
Danton Remoto said…
dear carl,

is it ok for ust for me to be the adviser? pls ask their permission first. if it is ok, then it is ok with me.

thanks and take care,

danton
Monday, December 10, 2007
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