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Yahoo! 360

I now have a Yahoo! 360 page, thanks to an invitation sent by Sebastian.
It seems to be a hybrid of a personal webpage and a blog. Fails to impress me, though it's a lot better than MSN Spaces.
The nifty interface should appeal to newbies, though.
Here's my URL: http://360.yahoo.com/deep_beethoven

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saurabh said…
unfortunately, whatever u r referring about comes under blocked category of wipro. can't see from office. waiting for more details on what this 360 is all about.
Thursday, April 14, 2005 12:43:00 PM
Anonymous said…
Anon: Is that YOUR photograph??

Ugh! How could a man be this repugnant?
Friday, April 15, 2005 5:21:00 AM
Anonymous said…
Anon: And by the way, WOOF-WOOF
Friday, April 15, 2005 7:06:00 AM
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