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Will you be my guest?


Hello dearies,

How are you doing?

Well, the news for you all is that I am starting guest posts series on my blog.


I have asked few of my blogger friends to do a guest post for me. And, all others who want to do a post here, you're more than welcome. I'd love that, really.

All you need to do is, drop me an e-mail at damantiwana@yahoo.com

And the word for now is: Change


Also, there's an award for the post which attracts maximum comments.

Looking forward to being a host to you, my lovely guest bloggers!

xoxo,
DT
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  1. AKMonday, September 06, 2010 10:39:00 AM

    hey thats great!! :) I am bak to blogging after a long busy 1 year. So can I start as your guest?? :)) Hopefully. Will mail you dear.

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  2. AKMonday, September 06, 2010 12:36:00 PM

    heyy.. I have put an email for you.. Do reply.. k?? Tc..:)

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