<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889</id><updated>2011-06-18T15:44:49.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>every1 is pink inside</title><subtitle type='html'>everyone. everywhere. everythink. pink!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-519993925904081755</id><published>2008-07-28T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T10:52:21.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flighty People?</title><content type='html'>My horroscope says I&amp;#39;ve been inviting &amp;#39;flighty&amp;#39; people! What does that mean? :-O&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;*** This Message Has Been Sent Using BlackBerry Internet Service from Mobilink ***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-519993925904081755?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/519993925904081755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=519993925904081755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/519993925904081755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/519993925904081755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/07/flighty-people.html' title='Flighty People?'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-1096190180384957690</id><published>2008-07-25T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:19:39.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 Hardest Things in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/SIoS4-bkHqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/-SZk7FrAfPw/s1600-h/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMzguanBn%3F%3D-755858"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/SIoS4-bkHqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/-SZk7FrAfPw/s400/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMzguanBn%3F%3D-755858" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227011087557467810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm moving office today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the 3 things are hardest things in life are - death, moving &amp;amp; divorce. And as my mum said when we were moving, "Son, the latter sounds the easiest right now...". Yes. She's funny. Sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it really got me thinking. Two of these are movements really. One is "to" &amp;amp; one is "on". Almost equally difficult I guess. But what if they come together?! I guess death would be the easiest of the three then. At least it can happen only once, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm juggling the two "moving on" &amp;amp; "moving to"  at the moment. Death isn't a viable option because I don't think I have life-insurance. But what's life-insurance anyway? Does it count when you "officially" don't have a life? If that's the case, I'd like some assurance (please read 'ass') more than insurance. And given Pakistan's current socio-economic status, ass-surance is much more expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalo... Forget movement.  How about stopping for a change. And not even any ordinary stopping. FULL STOPPING? Full stopping who you were, to prove a point. Think about that? Now that surely has to be tougher than moving or divorce, no? But then again, full stopping is a kind of death isn't it? Even if its not a physical, but an emotional one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I'm dealing with the 3 (so-called) hardest things in life. Yes. Count 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 hardest things in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad threesomes just aren't my thing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** This Message Has Been Sent Using BlackBerry Internet Service from Mobilink ***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-1096190180384957690?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/1096190180384957690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=1096190180384957690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/1096190180384957690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/1096190180384957690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-hardest-things-in-life.html' title='The 3 Hardest Things in Life'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/SIoS4-bkHqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/-SZk7FrAfPw/s72-c/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMzguanBn%3F%3D-755858' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-3184937816962454609</id><published>2008-07-24T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T08:46:38.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Give</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/SIihrYm8gAI/AAAAAAAAAWk/d6lltYWKWvo/s1600-h/113px-Necktie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/SIihrYm8gAI/AAAAAAAAAWk/d6lltYWKWvo/s400/113px-Necktie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226605134275706882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look familiar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had a tough day. This was what came out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Space to beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sound to people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shape to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There is no honesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There is no loyalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just hierarchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just mockery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Regrets to loyalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Restraint to honesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Accolades to hierarchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your iconic ironic mockery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am so tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am so very tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So very truly tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Compliments, I hear commands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Service, I see lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Handshakes, I touch stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love, I feel dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't keep track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;of your lies lies lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Every morning I wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Was my goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You are my god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of simply everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of small things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of all things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your'e my god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just don't get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just don't give a shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's what you give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-3184937816962454609?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/3184937816962454609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=3184937816962454609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/3184937816962454609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/3184937816962454609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-give.html' title='You Give'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/SIihrYm8gAI/AAAAAAAAAWk/d6lltYWKWvo/s72-c/113px-Necktie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-6812272598143956164</id><published>2008-07-22T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:34:03.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I loved Once</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0907657/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/SIYlh09HA6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/UN6P5aRZq_w/s400/once_press.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225905680690906018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All at Once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that tear of joy you only know is there after you taste it, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0907657/"&gt;Once&lt;/a&gt; is an erruption of pure joy. It made me forget what I remembered. It made me remember what I never forgot. Thrilled me. Spilled me. Killed me. Perhaps I am feeling sentimental, but it provoked me to write, listen, sing, dance &amp;amp; believe, all at Once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-6812272598143956164?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/6812272598143956164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=6812272598143956164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/6812272598143956164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/6812272598143956164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-loved-once.html' title='I loved Once'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/SIYlh09HA6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/UN6P5aRZq_w/s72-c/once_press.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-3569792438789604102</id><published>2008-05-01T00:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T00:21:28.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God</title><content type='html'>Thought of the Day:&lt;p&gt;God, I sin.&lt;br&gt;But...&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m still in!&lt;p&gt;A&lt;br&gt;*** This Message Has Been Sent Using BlackBerry Internet Service from Mobilink ***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-3569792438789604102?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/3569792438789604102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=3569792438789604102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/3569792438789604102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/3569792438789604102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/05/god.html' title='God'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-5926519141429229284</id><published>2008-04-22T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T02:08:38.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Cheque</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/SA2q1ua_txI/AAAAAAAAAVM/pYKUH9iLwa0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191993785399097106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/SA2q1ua_txI/AAAAAAAAAVM/pYKUH9iLwa0/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-5926519141429229284?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/5926519141429229284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=5926519141429229284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/5926519141429229284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/5926519141429229284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/04/reality-cheque.html' title='Reality Cheque'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/SA2q1ua_txI/AAAAAAAAAVM/pYKUH9iLwa0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-4396543129063211652</id><published>2008-04-21T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T01:10:30.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Miles Away' by Madonna (World Exclusive)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/SAxAXQ3sAmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/SHqryMkYZuM/s1600-h/Madonna1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191595238861046370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/SAxAXQ3sAmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/SHqryMkYZuM/s400/Madonna1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By far, this is definitely my most favourite track of her Madgesty's newest, &lt;strong&gt;Hard Candy&lt;/strong&gt;. Perhaps of the year too. Apparently its about the &lt;em&gt;difficulties&lt;/em&gt; of long-distance relationships. Very pertinent as almost &lt;em&gt;everyone &lt;/em&gt;is 'in' one given our age of &lt;strong&gt;Facebook&lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;MypSpace&lt;em&gt;s &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Orkut&lt;em&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm not going to overanalyze the song. She says it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by Madonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You always love me more&lt;br /&gt;When were are miles away&lt;br /&gt;Your'e not afraid tell me&lt;br /&gt;When you are miles away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Those 3 words are never enough&lt;br /&gt;When its long-distance love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we are our best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When we are miles away&lt;br /&gt;So far away, So far away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://immola.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/05-track-05.mp3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MP3: 'Miles Away' by Madonna (World Exclusive)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I wrote this.&lt;br /&gt;Because I could have. We could have. Easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bur we are, miles away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-4396543129063211652?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/4396543129063211652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=4396543129063211652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/4396543129063211652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/4396543129063211652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/04/miles-away-by-madonna-world-exclusive.html' title='&apos;Miles Away&apos; by Madonna (World Exclusive)'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/SAxAXQ3sAmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/SHqryMkYZuM/s72-c/Madonna1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-7474139331173264022</id><published>2008-04-16T11:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:49:03.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ex Hex</title><content type='html'>You know *that* scenario... &lt;p&gt;A regular &amp;#39;Blair Witch&amp;#39; moment that ever singleton dreads? Its the utter fear of being single &amp;amp; *suddenly* finding out that *all* your exes are with their *currents* now. &lt;p&gt;What a shock!&lt;br&gt;What a jolt! &lt;p&gt;Yet it leaves you feeling drained. Not to mention, out of current(s)...&lt;br&gt;*** This Message Has Been Sent Using BlackBerry Internet Service from Mobilink ***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-7474139331173264022?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/7474139331173264022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=7474139331173264022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/7474139331173264022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/7474139331173264022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/04/ex-hex.html' title='The Ex Hex'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-414567365657342688</id><published>2008-04-15T12:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:12:45.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once. Again. - A Reflection</title><content type='html'>Once. &lt;br&gt;Again. &lt;p&gt;I saw our reflections on the frail window-pane overlooking the city. Once. Again. I thought. How perfect we are for eachother. How lovely our lives would be, together. How easily we would share forever. Once. Again.&lt;p&gt;How could I ever tell you this? How could I never tell you this. Those loving eyes who seal my lips. That hair that clouds my vision. That gait which puts me astray. Once. Again. &lt;p&gt;I think its time. All yours &amp;amp; not mine. You&amp;#39;re going away, making me wish I was a stamped tag running with you on your shoulder, so that we could catch that flight together. Never vs. Forever? Once. Again. &lt;p&gt;I do love you. &lt;p&gt;Once. &lt;br&gt;Again.  &lt;p&gt; &lt;br&gt;*** This Message Has Been Sent Using BlackBerry Internet Service from Mobilink ***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-414567365657342688?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/414567365657342688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=414567365657342688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/414567365657342688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/414567365657342688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/04/once-again-reflection.html' title='Once. Again. - A Reflection'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-2974495623343543344</id><published>2008-04-14T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:34:01.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZONG Ad?</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m getting very mixed reviews about the new ZONG ad. Some say its ground-breaking. Others say its pretty-boring. I think it does slightly deviate to the latter. Has creativity &amp;#39;officially&amp;#39; died in Pakistani advertising that now we have to resort to mud-slinging?&lt;p&gt;A creative initiative that&amp;#39;s based on the critique of another, not only fails the test of creativity but also that of integrity. And the day creativity dies, so will humanity. And all the advertising that we would be left with are voice-over artists, reading product-posters to us, while running on treadmills - you know, just to keep things moving (&amp;amp; hopefully simultanously interesting)!  &lt;br&gt;*** This Message Has Been Sent Using BlackBerry Internet Service from Mobilink ***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-2974495623343543344?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/2974495623343543344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=2974495623343543344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/2974495623343543344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/2974495623343543344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/04/zong-ad.html' title='ZONG Ad?'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-3001002607009207276</id><published>2008-04-13T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T23:47:26.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Cuts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R-3PY0vBDQI/AAAAAAAAATc/Sn8CAw8KM8w/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R-3PY0vBDQI/AAAAAAAAATc/Sn8CAw8KM8w/s400/book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183026771552963842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R-3PT0vBDPI/AAAAAAAAATU/0BcVvC_Ztd0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R-3PT0vBDPI/AAAAAAAAATU/0BcVvC_Ztd0/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183026685653617906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R-3PzUvBDRI/AAAAAAAAATk/rkuYd6C2YsM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R-3PzUvBDRI/AAAAAAAAATk/rkuYd6C2YsM/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183027226819497234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R-3PHEvBDNI/AAAAAAAAATE/aB985g_h4U0/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R-3PHEvBDNI/AAAAAAAAATE/aB985g_h4U0/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183026466610285778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R-3O_EvBDMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/FF3RACIi4tk/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R-3O_EvBDMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/FF3RACIi4tk/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183026329171332290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dressing in the Dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electricity shortage has gotten the best of us lately. Morning, evening, night - there's always an hour without light. And isn't it all about the right light, or more importantly - the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; tight? As the myth goes, a man should be perfectly capable to dress in complete darkness. I guess its similar to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;performing&lt;/span&gt; in the dark. The right man will know where everything will go in  i.e. the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; places. Pocket-squares, cuff-links, lace-knots, hair-parting etc. in absolute-absence of light. Uber-perfection in Utter-darkness? Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Dressing in the Dark' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;came around - followed by my vintage style icon &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cary_Grant"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cary Grant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (above) with currents being Daniel Craig &amp;amp; George Clooney (below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/SAGjpo3vHiI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Zn2NRMOxw4k/s1600-h/daniel_craig_102907_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/SAGjpo3vHiI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Zn2NRMOxw4k/s400/daniel_craig_102907_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188608181448678946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/SAGlbY3vHjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/nR9jb7e0Wo8/s1600-h/13870834377101b6fa7b.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/SAGlbY3vHjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/nR9jb7e0Wo8/s400/13870834377101b6fa7b.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188610135658798642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?  I'm a fan for old-school glamour. Tom Ford (below) does it well. Though, surprisingly, he's amercian but with a classic sense european style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/SAGqto3vHkI/AAAAAAAAAUc/gBxbfIKdp9g/s1600-h/TomFord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/SAGqto3vHkI/AAAAAAAAAUc/gBxbfIKdp9g/s400/TomFord.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188615946749550146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do to the mass (and rather &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unfortunate&lt;/span&gt;) Americanisation of the world, 'dressing-up' for men suddenly became 'gay'. No offense to the community, but I thought 'gay' people were (and preferred to be) the lesser-dressed mankind. You know, crotchless jeans, leather thongs etc. So, how 'dressing-up' became a sexual-expression, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;don't know. Maybe Ali-G's upcoming flick will explain more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/SAGrY43vHlI/AAAAAAAAAUk/wDnYpve0yA8/s1600-h/bruno_narrowweb__300x3710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/SAGrY43vHlI/AAAAAAAAAUk/wDnYpve0yA8/s400/bruno_narrowweb__300x3710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188616689778892370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cinematical.com/2006/10/27/its-official-bruno-to-follow-borat/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bruno: Borat 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter if its 'Dress in the Dark' or any other publication, in my books the only way a man can prove his style time-after-time is to become timeless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-3001002607009207276?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/3001002607009207276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=3001002607009207276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/3001002607009207276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/3001002607009207276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/03/power-cuts.html' title='Power Cuts!'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R-3PY0vBDQI/AAAAAAAAATc/Sn8CAw8KM8w/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-4607666681561787238</id><published>2008-04-07T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:20:42.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madonna's Miles Away (Ringtone)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R_pJZUvBDVI/AAAAAAAAAUE/T6Hdf_cSJ2g/s1600-h/1q1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R_pJZUvBDVI/AAAAAAAAAUE/T6Hdf_cSJ2g/s400/1q1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186538620282015058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R_pI30vBDUI/AAAAAAAAAT8/pDZqdEJqCuU/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R_pI30vBDUI/AAAAAAAAAT8/pDZqdEJqCuU/s400/d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186538044756397378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madonna's Miles Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here's your new ringtone for the month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://immola.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/miles-away.mp3"&gt;Madonna - Miles Away (30 second sample)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its already my favourite track of the summer! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-4607666681561787238?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/4607666681561787238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=4607666681561787238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/4607666681561787238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/4607666681561787238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/04/madonnas-miles-away-ringtone.html' title='Madonna&apos;s Miles Away (Ringtone)'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R_pJZUvBDVI/AAAAAAAAAUE/T6Hdf_cSJ2g/s72-c/1q1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-4622447461311528383</id><published>2008-04-07T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T02:20:25.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha! Ha! Ha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R_nmh0vBDTI/AAAAAAAAAT0/nM79utcl0WA/s1600-h/DreamVSReality2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186429914659753266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R_nmh0vBDTI/AAAAAAAAAT0/nM79utcl0WA/s400/DreamVSReality2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheeky Advertising?!?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-4622447461311528383?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/4622447461311528383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=4622447461311528383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/4622447461311528383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/4622447461311528383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/04/ha-ha-ha.html' title='Ha! Ha! Ha!'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R_nmh0vBDTI/AAAAAAAAAT0/nM79utcl0WA/s72-c/DreamVSReality2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-2981171846852156943</id><published>2008-03-26T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:17:17.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure Makes Perfect!</title><content type='html'>Became *pretty* tired today!&lt;br&gt;(minus the pretty) &lt;p&gt;Crazy. &lt;br&gt;Busy. &lt;br&gt;Today. &lt;p&gt;But good! Key learning of the day is, there&amp;#39;s nothing like pressure which bonds the unsuspected unexpected together. If you disagree, think Sandra Bullock &amp;amp; Keanue Reeves (Speed) - Frodo &amp;amp; the other bigfoot (Lord of The Rings) - Tom &amp;amp; Jerry - the entire cast of LOST etc. The list is never-ending! It reminds me of those crazy gaseous chemical reaction equations in which &amp;#39;Pressure&amp;#39; acted as a catalyst. &lt;p&gt;Maybe its not the science of life, like biology but that of living. No wonder its all about chemistry. &lt;p&gt;If it aint working, just apply some pressure. &lt;p&gt;*** This Message Has Been Sent Using BlackBerry Internet Service from Mobilink ***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-2981171846852156943?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/2981171846852156943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=2981171846852156943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/2981171846852156943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/2981171846852156943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/03/pressure-makes-perfect.html' title='Pressure Makes Perfect!'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-6494372364121679583</id><published>2008-03-21T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T02:50:14.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying Into The Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R-N-k0vBDLI/AAAAAAAAAS0/zM5zB1KYhEo/s1600-h/RUTheFraze2007102214482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180123167502437554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R-N-k0vBDLI/AAAAAAAAAS0/zM5zB1KYhEo/s400/RUTheFraze2007102214482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"Happiness is only real when shared"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christopher McCandless&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never cry at the movies.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps blurred vision.&lt;br /&gt;A tear or two, here or there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I howled when this finished.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in my room. With my hands over my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to stop. Failing. Miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a review. How can one review a life? We can only reflect. A close hard reflection in a big hard sun. Its like experiencing something being bent, bent, bent to be broken inside you. Something that will mend. Something that will mark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I thought again. Why did it make me cry? I never cry at the movies. And I still don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But this was life.&lt;br /&gt;And we all know what life makes us do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It makes us cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-6494372364121679583?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/6494372364121679583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=6494372364121679583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/6494372364121679583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/6494372364121679583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/03/into-wild.html' title='Crying Into The Wild'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R-N-k0vBDLI/AAAAAAAAAS0/zM5zB1KYhEo/s72-c/RUTheFraze2007102214482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-4489872170792298693</id><published>2008-03-18T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T09:38:24.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Times: Madonna! Madonna! Madonna! Madonna!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R9_ukHyeyaI/AAAAAAAAASo/cgA7StGO8Qc/s1600-h/4_Minutes_single_cover[1].png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179120400832842146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R9_ukHyeyaI/AAAAAAAAASo/cgA7StGO8Qc/s400/4_Minutes_single_cover%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://uploaded.to/?id=aokklm"&gt;Madonna feat. JT &amp;amp; Timbaland - 4 Minutes To Save The World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUT OF THIS WORLD!!!!&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-4489872170792298693?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/4489872170792298693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=4489872170792298693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/4489872170792298693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/4489872170792298693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/03/4-times-madonna-madonna-madonna-madonna.html' title='4 Times: Madonna! Madonna! Madonna! Madonna!'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R9_ukHyeyaI/AAAAAAAAASo/cgA7StGO8Qc/s72-c/4_Minutes_single_cover%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-2762416145401932609</id><published>2008-03-10T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T03:41:01.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simpsons Do Vogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176041042425596258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R9T953yeyWI/AAAAAAAAASI/CVfb6FhZZiY/s400/simpsonshb0807ww7%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R9UPE3yeyZI/AAAAAAAAASg/R-aPl91ESDM/s1600-h/simpsonshb08072wt7[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176059923101829522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R9UPE3yeyZI/AAAAAAAAASg/R-aPl91ESDM/s400/simpsonshb08072wt7%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R9UAbXyeyYI/AAAAAAAAASY/88kAGUA65g8/s1600-h/simpsonshb08075hk3[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176043816974469506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R9UAbXyeyYI/AAAAAAAAASY/88kAGUA65g8/s400/simpsonshb08075hk3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R9UAFXyeyXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/vJM8H89Zcag/s1600-h/simpsonshb08077do6[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176043439017347442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R9UAFXyeyXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/vJM8H89Zcag/s400/simpsonshb08077do6%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had to be shared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-2762416145401932609?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/2762416145401932609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=2762416145401932609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/2762416145401932609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/2762416145401932609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/03/simpsons-do-vogue.html' title='Simpsons Do Vogue'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R9T953yeyWI/AAAAAAAAASI/CVfb6FhZZiY/s72-c/simpsonshb0807ww7%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-3278572760583643682</id><published>2008-03-06T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:50:40.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R9DXpu4z9qI/AAAAAAAAASA/-dlhjDbHunI/s1600-h/image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174873083809625762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R9DXpu4z9qI/AAAAAAAAASA/-dlhjDbHunI/s400/image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-3278572760583643682?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/3278572760583643682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=3278572760583643682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/3278572760583643682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/3278572760583643682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/03/competition.html' title='Competition'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R9DXpu4z9qI/AAAAAAAAASA/-dlhjDbHunI/s72-c/image018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-2249067321989815854</id><published>2008-03-05T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T03:50:12.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are Suits The Modern Man's Armour?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R58XYR-TJQI/AAAAAAAAANg/YZe4X0TJgIU/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160869403898881282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R58XYR-TJQI/AAAAAAAAANg/YZe4X0TJgIU/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Etro - Fall 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dress To Kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This post actually started off as a fashion &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?sourceid=navclient&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;rls=HPND,HPND:2006-51,HPND:en&amp;amp;q=define%3A+splog"&gt;splog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;- which is a copy/paste blog - about the fashionscape of Fall 2008. Somehow, somewhere it got drapped differently. And while thinking, it got stiched into something completely different. A cut apart. Okay. Okay. Enough of the 'tailoriffic' references. Let me come to the (needle) point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;If corporations are the new armies.&lt;br /&gt;If office floors are the new battle-grounds.&lt;br /&gt;If War-Rooms are the new, well... 'War Room's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;What we wear is &lt;strong&gt;The Neo Armour&lt;/strong&gt;, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174219196513646210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R86E8e4z9oI/AAAAAAAAARw/5MTER8LKOM0/s400/body20armour%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit me when I was getting ready for a day at work. And I will be &lt;em&gt;vain &lt;/em&gt;enough to admit that I DO give &lt;em&gt;two-cents&lt;/em&gt; about what I wear for the better remainder of the day. For this particular date, I decided to wear 3-piece. After buttoning &amp;amp; all, I felt protected. Almost secure. Wasn't if I was wearing it or hiding in it. But felt good. So, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; got me thinking about this - whereas I &lt;em&gt;should've&lt;/em&gt; been thinking about the presentation I had to give that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174218685412537970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R86Eeu4z9nI/AAAAAAAAARo/5yml34UUSjY/s400/n517207333_473723_2867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shameless Armour-Adorning Self-Promotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Surely the warriors-gone-by would have thought of this too. Not as superflously but still. Like the blue-lines in Braveheart. Like those pin-ups of 60s fighter-jets. Like that snug waist-coat. The one what makes you feel like a &lt;strong&gt;Snug Smug Thug! &lt;/strong&gt;;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if fits or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto more pressing matters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174222293185066642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R86Hwu4z9pI/AAAAAAAAAR4/0YIR236SjwA/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D&amp;amp;G, DSquared, Rag &amp;amp; Bone, Georgio Armani Armours for Fall 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-2249067321989815854?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/2249067321989815854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=2249067321989815854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/2249067321989815854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/2249067321989815854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/01/are-suits-modren-mans-armour.html' title='Are Suits The Modern Man&apos;s Armour?'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R58XYR-TJQI/AAAAAAAAANg/YZe4X0TJgIU/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-1300420844780706613</id><published>2008-03-01T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T00:22:01.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get your '4 Minutes To Save The World'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R8kRIsVg0ZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/z0ID0qwMAko/s1600-h/madonna-hm2[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172684488049742226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R8kRIsVg0ZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/z0ID0qwMAko/s400/madonna-hm2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?mpxxyygf1w2"&gt;Madonna feat. Justin Timberlake &amp;amp; Timbaland - 4 Minutes To Save The World (Radio Rip)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a way to start the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;Warm weather.&lt;br /&gt;And '4 Minutes To Save The World'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's back.&lt;br /&gt;And not alone.&lt;br /&gt;With 2 R&amp;amp;B Heavies and a full-blown marching band behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madonna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Marketing Opus.&lt;br /&gt;I can go on &amp;amp; on &amp;amp; on &amp;amp; on writing about her.&lt;br /&gt;But if I do,&lt;br /&gt;We might lose out on our&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'4 Minutes To Save The World'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-1300420844780706613?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/1300420844780706613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=1300420844780706613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/1300420844780706613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/1300420844780706613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/03/get-your-4-minutes-to-save-world.html' title='Get your &apos;4 Minutes To Save The World&apos;'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R8kRIsVg0ZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/z0ID0qwMAko/s72-c/madonna-hm2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-6417047338091629658</id><published>2008-02-24T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T05:41:47.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Act of Shame!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R8FPQ-d7obI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/U22kpXuWivA/s1600-h/Eye_iris4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R8FPIud7oaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Cayj7MQ0Bj4/s1600-h/burqa-eyes-rh[1].png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170500858529161634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R8FPIud7oaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Cayj7MQ0Bj4/s400/burqa-eyes-rh%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Distractions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I actually never do this. I don't know if anyone else does. But the fact is that I did it. And you know what, it made me realise something. The truest beauty in the world are all its &lt;em&gt;distractions&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Be it babes on the beach, dudes on the street, kids in the backyard &amp;amp; strangers on Facebook. They make you do things that you normally never would. And nothing's more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wrote to someone today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;I’m sorry but I really never do this often i.e. Messaging random strangers, compliment them in hopes of getting the in bed with me.&lt;br /&gt;(Well, only the latter part of that statement in true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really,&lt;br /&gt;You have beautiful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you have heard this compliment tons of times before. But in all honesty, the number of times you have and/or will hear it is one time less than what those stunning eyes deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely stunning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I was, sitting prettying, merrily typing away in making an internet presentation on Sunday afternoon when I stumbled upon your profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then. Sudden. Distraction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An no ordinarily distraction. More like divine intervention. You know one of those momentary bolts of universal alignment. When the weather becomes perfect, you feel you healthiest and the right MP3 starts playing. Yes. I just had that moment. This message came right-out of that moment. The world is more beautiful because of distractions like your eyes. They make people stop, sit, stare &amp;amp; share that one of those perfect moments in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are well. And please don’t blink much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. I lovingly hope this was a distracting to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-6417047338091629658?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/6417047338091629658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=6417047338091629658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/6417047338091629658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/6417047338091629658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/02/facebook-act-of-shame.html' title='Facebook Act of Shame!'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R8FPIud7oaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Cayj7MQ0Bj4/s72-c/burqa-eyes-rh%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-2922339941044219619</id><published>2008-02-20T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:14:23.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Fake it if you didn't Make it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R70PTud7oYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/RIIi0NVx6FM/s1600-h/Chevroletbrown[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169304778856702338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R70PTud7oYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/RIIi0NVx6FM/s400/Chevroletbrown%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R70PE-d7oXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/c-KgA1mFIAM/s1600-h/Chevroletgrey[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169304525453631858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R70PE-d7oXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/c-KgA1mFIAM/s400/Chevroletgrey%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R70O4-d7oWI/AAAAAAAAAP4/qLIxtT6Wgbg/s1600-h/Chevroletblonde[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169304319295201634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R70O4-d7oWI/AAAAAAAAAP4/qLIxtT6Wgbg/s400/Chevroletblonde%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because &lt;em&gt;sometimes&lt;/em&gt; its just not worth it to face-off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy new ad-campaign by &lt;em&gt;Chevrolet Service Centers&lt;/em&gt; emphasizing everybody &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; to mess and/or try to take credit of things that they didn't make. I say, &lt;em&gt;'nuff&lt;/em&gt; said!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-2922339941044219619?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/2922339941044219619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=2922339941044219619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/2922339941044219619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/2922339941044219619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-fake-it-if-you-didnt-make-it.html' title='Don&apos;t Fake it if you didn&apos;t Make it!'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R70PTud7oYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/RIIi0NVx6FM/s72-c/Chevroletbrown%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-3104381008918429014</id><published>2008-02-17T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:52:50.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Can't Speak French</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R7kYi-d7oSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DfCxfSIMPIE/s400/Girls_Aloud_-_Can%27t_Speak_French.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168189036547514658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls Aloud's new single - Can't Speak French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Elections Aloud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up &amp;amp; decided that this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be the day to make my blog public. What better day to do so than the day of &lt;a href="http://www.elections.com.pk/"&gt;Pakistan's Elections&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; the release of &lt;a href="http://www.girlsaloud.co.uk/site.php"&gt;Girls Aloud&lt;/a&gt;'s new single, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4Z1XpnZ_4o"&gt;I Can't Speak French&lt;/a&gt;. A frivolous comparson? TH1NK again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about brands &amp;amp; word-of-mouth.&lt;br /&gt;It's all about Pop-Culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Repackage, Re-brand  &amp;amp; Re-sell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls Aloud&lt;/span&gt; is a manufactured brand bourne out of a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Girls_aloud"&gt;UK reality TV-Show&lt;/a&gt;. Members have joined &amp;amp; left, yet the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;b(r)and has remained intact with a feat of consecutive Top-10 singles. Not too different a story from the Pakistani Electoral Nominees. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pakistan_Muslim_League_%28N%29"&gt;Nawaz Sharif&lt;/a&gt; re-branded to be the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tiger&lt;/span&gt; after his differential brand-values segregated him from his parent-brand that is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pakistan_Muslim_League_%28Q%29"&gt;Muslim Leauge - Q&lt;/a&gt;, which remains the old faithful &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bicycle. &lt;/span&gt;I'm not going to go all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;politolicious &lt;/span&gt;by going into the details of masterfully how the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pakistan_Peoples_Party_Parliamentarians"&gt;PPP &lt;/a&gt;realigned its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arrow&lt;/span&gt; after the demise BB (Benazir's Bow). Nor am I going to touch the sheer height of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muttahida_Qaumi_Movement"&gt;MQM&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kite&lt;/span&gt; in Pakistan, whose runner isn't even inside the country...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R7kgeOd7oUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mOKHOYBT6jo/s400/manzoor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168197751036158274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The 'Arrow' Brand of PPP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is the power of brands. People may come and go, but we still love (or hate) brands. They unify us. They untie us. They make us gawk &amp;amp; talk. Such is the power &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;word-of-mouth&lt;/span&gt;. Political or musical, its how Bands are made. Brands are made. Blogs are made. E.g.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Toast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bread, Kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Roll - &lt;/span&gt;French or not, brands are all about the Word-of-Mouth baby. So is this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't my language, pardon my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;french&lt;/span&gt;. Because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can’t speak French, So I’ll let the funky music do the talking talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m in deep friend, So I’ll let the funky music do the talking now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I gotta let you know, I wanna give in to my temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And let my feelings show, I gotta let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Because how on earth could I bring Pakistani Elections &amp;amp; Girls Aloud together. Because that's the Beauty of Brands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;span&gt;1 Can't Speak French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But brands do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French, English, Urdu to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);"&gt;PL1NKS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/7368078f418bc8/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/7368078f418bc8/"&gt;Girls Aloud - Can't Speak French (Radio Edit)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/7364897a1e9ba5/"&gt;Girls Aloud - Can't Speak French (Tony Lamezma Mix)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4Z1XpnZ_4o"&gt;Girld Aloud - Can't Speak French (YouTub Video)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elections.com.pk/"&gt;Pakistan Elections (Offical Site)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/7249455.stm"&gt;Pakistan Elections News (BBC)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;www.every1pink.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-3104381008918429014?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/3104381008918429014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=3104381008918429014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/3104381008918429014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/3104381008918429014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/02/1-cant-speak-french.html' title='1 Can&apos;t Speak French'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R7kYi-d7oSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DfCxfSIMPIE/s72-c/Girls_Aloud_-_Can%27t_Speak_French.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-2038806964303750145</id><published>2008-02-09T20:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T20:25:07.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>Mobile Blogging&lt;br&gt;*** This Message Has Been Sent Using BlackBerry Internet Service from Mobilink ***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-2038806964303750145?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/2038806964303750145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=2038806964303750145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/2038806964303750145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/2038806964303750145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/02/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-4385985468414953753</id><published>2008-02-04T05:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T06:19:34.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of Curves...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R6cOWR-TJSI/AAAAAAAAAOc/yFVQ4ZhXJ_I/s1600-h/IMG00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R6cOWR-TJSI/AAAAAAAAAOc/yFVQ4ZhXJ_I/s400/IMG00002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163111273748178210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Cuts or Crops. Just Curve &amp;amp; camera - &lt;/span&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new &lt;/span&gt;Facebook Photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of Reaping Crops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was to be honest. No offence to any photographers or photo-shoppers out there, I am one AND two put together, but I just got tired of all those hyper-edited profile photos. So I just took a random photo with a camera and put it up. This whole 'Facebook Photo' fad is a revolution in its own right really. Surprisingly, I can't seem to remember the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt; I took photographs for before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life imitating Art&lt;/span&gt;. Now, welcome technology!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-4385985468414953753?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/4385985468414953753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=4385985468414953753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/4385985468414953753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/4385985468414953753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/02/speaking-of-curves.html' title='Speaking of Curves...'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R6cOWR-TJSI/AAAAAAAAAOc/yFVQ4ZhXJ_I/s72-c/IMG00002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-5429218324759532720</id><published>2008-01-30T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:07:50.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Learning Curve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R6DFcR-TJRI/AAAAAAAAANo/kZbaQQFumng/s1600-h/Curve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161342262618301714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R6DFcR-TJRI/AAAAAAAAANo/kZbaQQFumng/s400/Curve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A Slippery Slope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a learning curve to everything in life. Sitting, crawling, walking &amp;amp; talking. And that goes for everyone, everywhere. From infancy to democracy, it just ain't a godforsaken straight-line. And whoever coined the term &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;corporate ladder&lt;/span&gt; certainly didn't go up far on it - for in fact, its actually a &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;spiral staircase&lt;/span&gt;. Unlike its airy, firmly-gripped &amp;amp; straight-faced cousin, this one has a flimsy-railing-support-system, myopic tunnel-vision and muffled haunts of yesterstep's failures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least a ladder goes only up &amp;amp; down,&lt;br /&gt;But this just goes round, round &amp;amp; round...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-5429218324759532720?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/5429218324759532720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=5429218324759532720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/5429218324759532720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/5429218324759532720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/01/learning-curve.html' title='The Learning Curve'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R6DFcR-TJRI/AAAAAAAAANo/kZbaQQFumng/s72-c/Curve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-170520365723713798</id><published>2008-01-19T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:11:13.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P1NKY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R5LluP1NSpI/AAAAAAAAANI/_fM_IjRdVcA/s1600-h/DSC03652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R5LluP1NSpI/AAAAAAAAANI/_fM_IjRdVcA/s400/DSC03652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Missing the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pinkest &lt;/span&gt;of `em all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-170520365723713798?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/170520365723713798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=170520365723713798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/170520365723713798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/170520365723713798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/01/p1nky.html' title='P1NKY'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R5LluP1NSpI/AAAAAAAAANI/_fM_IjRdVcA/s72-c/DSC03652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-7899562210907781076</id><published>2008-01-01T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T22:41:24.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 &amp; Only.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R5Gab_1NSoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/0M0wPQthzgs/s1600-h/1Q.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R5Gab_1NSoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/0M0wPQthzgs/s400/1Q.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157072854097676930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It’s odd starting something anew with a full-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t a full-stop also almost always the point where something starts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full-stop. It’s just a point-of-view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my creative mentors passed away on 21/12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imran Qureshi&lt;/span&gt; taught me shining writing, feeling advertising.&lt;br /&gt;The voice of ‘Aur Sunao’ and ‘Hum Bolein Aap Ki Zubaan’ speaketh no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full-stop? I say no.&lt;br /&gt;Full-start. I say yes to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his memory I re-brand the full-stop.&lt;br /&gt;In his memory I re-open my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every1 is pink inside…&lt;br /&gt;But no 1 like you, IQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-7899562210907781076?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/7899562210907781076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=7899562210907781076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/7899562210907781076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/7899562210907781076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/01/1-only.html' title='1 &amp; Only.'/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pxecfVhNTwg/R5Gab_1NSoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/0M0wPQthzgs/s72-c/1Q.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590087455958031889.post-7818764285009997828</id><published>2008-01-01T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T22:35:52.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;7+8+6&lt;/span&gt; =  to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590087455958031889-7818764285009997828?l=every1pink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/feeds/7818764285009997828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590087455958031889&amp;postID=7818764285009997828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/7818764285009997828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590087455958031889/posts/default/7818764285009997828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://every1pink.blogspot.com/2008/01/786-to-1.html' title=''/><author><name>asad shaykh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3RiU1gFUyA/TXyeCnV5FJI/AAAAAAAAA7M/or2cY2gtNpo/s220/upClose-small-sepia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
