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Sing and dance and act

My friend Adel Tamano is in the movie "One True Love," still showing to full houses at your nearest mall.

I was singing and dancing at All-Star K, the P1 million Videoke singing contest last Sunday. When they called me up I said I do not sing well but I can dance a bit, and they said that is OK, not all the contestants sing and dance as well. When they told me how many people watch their show -- millions and millions of Filipinos, on a cozy Sunday night -- I immediately said yes.

And Pia began airing her Ariel ad last night. It looked like a campaign ad more than an ad for a laundry detergent.

Chiz is still going on with his Circulan, Manny Villar with his OFW spiel, and Loren with her anti-corruption ad.

And on Saturday, we will have the Pride March of the Philippine lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender movement. Assembly time at 2 pm, Remedios Circle, Malate. March at 3 pm. Beauty pageant at 6 pm. Party with techno DJs, go-go boys and (even) go-go girls at 10 pm.

Expect massive media coverage. Tri-media. Radio, television, and print. Local and international.

And all for free. Happy -- and gay.

Comments

Rhodge said…
Watched that episode! Sayang, natanggal ka agad Sen Danton! Tsaka Dan Remoto na ba ang gagamitin mo?

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