I think Its time to shut it here.

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gsk said…
to shut freelance writing? don't abandon the fans =)
December 4, 2010 at 9:20 AM
Girish (a.k.a) Gary said…
where are you writing now??
December 5, 2010 at 7:40 AM
kenyanstartup said…
do you have a new blog?
December 8, 2010 at 2:57 AM
kenyanstartup said…
I need some help with my new site
http://fyikenya.com/
please let me know your availability
December 8, 2010 at 2:58 AM
R!@ said…
NOOOOOO! Where are you posting your stuff now?
December 13, 2010 at 4:39 PM
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