Thursday, October 11, 2007

Get mind-blogged

Mindanawon ba ka nga ga-blog? Te, ano pang ginahulat mo?

Apil na 1st Mindanao Bloggers Summit! Mag-enjoy gali mo! Daghan pa mo makat-unan!

MBS1
Spotlight Mindanao:
Blogging for Culture, Identity & Understanding
  • Date: 27 October 2007 (Saturday)
  • Time: 9:00 A.M. to 6:00 P.M.
  • Venue: 4th Floor, NCCC Mall, Ma-a, Davao City
  • Registration Fee: FREE!
Click here to register.
Visit the site and see more than enough reasons to join this mind-blogging experience.


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6 comments:

Anonymous said...

what if not a blogger yet but has plan to be one, pwede mo join?:)

jayclops said...

anonymous, ask na lang our organizer. You can check out the website of the mindanaobloggers and inquire from the organizer. i think it is a must that u blog because u r required to post a blog entry for u to have an e-ticket or something like that.

Anonymous said...

That's right, Jay! Kinahanglan naa'y blog aron makaapil. Mao ra gyud na ang requirement -- participation is free!

I'll be emailing you your MBS1 e-ticket very soon, Jay. See you at the Summit!

Anonymous said...

So kitakits nalang ta ninyo didto tanan?

Jap said...

Awwwww I really feel bad for missing this event. Pwede padala ug proxy? hahha

itsmeela said...

shocks! i wish i can attend the summit...i so envy you guys... well, i bet it's going to be so fun..balitaan mo na lang ako jay.. :(

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