tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39882766568623121312024-03-21T18:10:28.564-07:00as ad blogsAsad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.comBlogger153125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988276656862312131.post-71354709896395598962014-05-05T10:49:00.001-07:002014-05-06T00:43:28.368-07:00Psycho Pockets<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We constantly create, experience and pocket them away for another day. Like embellishments for our mind, we carry them everywhere we go. Picking and using them as we please, adding dimension to our experiences. Experiences of spaces, faces and places. All the places we've been add cultural cues to our personality. My life's memory pockets are lined with Americana, Asiana and Europa. How did a boy from Pakistan end up loving Shania Twain from Canada? I've got a few pockets for that. The poignancy of these pockets are a goldmine for planners, to understand psychology on a deeper level. </div>
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Asad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.com0London London51.494023 0.012507tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988276656862312131.post-65246910065304699772014-02-03T15:41:00.001-08:002014-02-03T15:50:02.087-08:00Planning Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7RCMDifnU5TWKGybgL6UuRuaK_10b8UjlO8ZNuYAlvSwslF90RPRXQ-928xLCBpxutk4m6KP5Wm2l7xMtTclD-B30MDG_F2Jqs0WRvWnA00aXqgvtBa_1m7Eq1hsH1THcTuZ5-RfpyUEo/s640/blogger-image--1649314490.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7RCMDifnU5TWKGybgL6UuRuaK_10b8UjlO8ZNuYAlvSwslF90RPRXQ-928xLCBpxutk4m6KP5Wm2l7xMtTclD-B30MDG_F2Jqs0WRvWnA00aXqgvtBa_1m7Eq1hsH1THcTuZ5-RfpyUEo/s640/blogger-image--1649314490.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div>Asad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988276656862312131.post-53014742894686434092014-02-02T06:17:00.001-08:002014-02-02T06:21:21.657-08:00Your Yellow Brick Road<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3A-jbKQ-6wuRXNP-49QmkqeVZOZ-yeU7QBmrSZEWS_wlpwdiIFeSQ7aedF4CoIEaV6glf6jtH0_tcr5GvjVM0CCOHxK8x0YM0nt_XmkUiIY9x5LSg6JCmMRqLV-2e49XaHNtR6_d6wjEk/s640/blogger-image-586135678.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3A-jbKQ-6wuRXNP-49QmkqeVZOZ-yeU7QBmrSZEWS_wlpwdiIFeSQ7aedF4CoIEaV6glf6jtH0_tcr5GvjVM0CCOHxK8x0YM0nt_XmkUiIY9x5LSg6JCmMRqLV-2e49XaHNtR6_d6wjEk/s640/blogger-image-586135678.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">All fairy tales take us down well-worn paths. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Down the yellow brick road. Into the rabbit hole. Through the enchanted forest. Across the seven seas. Until we reach Mordor. Oz. The climax. The culmination. To face our villains. To be our heroes. Trying to make sense of it all through the stories we learnt, and wrote, along the way. Guest starring the the story of life is not good enough. We want the spotlight. Here, immediately. Just like Dorothy, Rambo and Peter Pan. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Perhaps the only thing</span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> a brand has to remember about it's customers is to make them champions of now.</span></div></div>Asad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988276656862312131.post-89621168273949260742014-02-01T16:42:00.001-08:002014-02-01T17:06:01.262-08:00Compassion & Cowboys<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3EhRN0Q0UTQtzvk-ROMZSlF8-JuT3pF0VnkfIgDMMbeyuLAN0ffooJ6njlqXUYjkMbeQ7e5XiN_2gYCJ0v8itT14GPI2uUsRcOVpBvIJqADYiOOHF8WImGz3hGtNUK8ZO9tEVytwJHvA/s640/blogger-image--1787831611.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3EhRN0Q0UTQtzvk-ROMZSlF8-JuT3pF0VnkfIgDMMbeyuLAN0ffooJ6njlqXUYjkMbeQ7e5XiN_2gYCJ0v8itT14GPI2uUsRcOVpBvIJqADYiOOHF8WImGz3hGtNUK8ZO9tEVytwJHvA/s640/blogger-image--1787831611.jpg"></a><div><br></div><div>'Dallas Buyers Club' tells a compelling story of a homophobic cowboy's dealings with drugs, perceptions & the health-care system. One can argue whether it was the disease or desperation that changed him. Maybe it was compassion. A lesson he learnt while wallowing through the petri dish of society, silently. </div><div><br></div><div>Funny thing, this compassion. It hardly makes a sound. Why? Because it doesn't speak much. It just listens. In all the brand noise we live in today, it's the listenening ones who'll win eventually. They remain quiet, allowing us to continue the dialogue. Sometimes it's not the ones who are shouting "look at me!" who grab our attention. It's the ones who say "I'm looking at you."</div><div><br></div><div>Moral of my story: Less lessons. More listens. </div>Asad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988276656862312131.post-30766028361344065612014-02-01T12:23:00.001-08:002014-02-01T12:23:13.757-08:002 Years Later<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfvB9noBz5Q0jBiEgnBNMQpmnMfRz_VZJcmqjCJWW0N4vy-Ldb_0CG-RJzXyGoYeL3HQfOjxBYCvO3f1kTF45q_eZuGxYZN0te6tLG17y0CZh8DK76Kde_kiT0kJWfvRaxdEx2dMQ6760b/s640/blogger-image-466099615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfvB9noBz5Q0jBiEgnBNMQpmnMfRz_VZJcmqjCJWW0N4vy-Ldb_0CG-RJzXyGoYeL3HQfOjxBYCvO3f1kTF45q_eZuGxYZN0te6tLG17y0CZh8DK76Kde_kiT0kJWfvRaxdEx2dMQ6760b/s640/blogger-image-466099615.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Let's restart, recall and rebloom.</div>Asad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988276656862312131.post-19669240303832803032012-01-03T10:26:00.001-08:002012-01-03T10:26:51.910-08:00Some Battles<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/03/1348.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/03/s_1348.jpg' border='0' width='300' height='224' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Some battles aren't meant to be won or lost...<br /><br />They're just meant to be fought. <br /><br />- 2012<br />Asad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988276656862312131.post-15117039539569228392011-11-11T11:11:00.000-08:002011-11-14T05:31:32.847-08:00Many Ones<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Your lips through my neck. I've fallen for your eyes, but they don't know me... yet. <br /><br />- Ed Sheeran, <i>Kiss Me</i><br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Surrey%20Quays%20Rd,Camberwell,United%20Kingdom%4051.497505%2C-0.048691&z=10'>Surrey Quays Rd,Camberwell,United Kingdom</a></p>Asad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988276656862312131.post-89296494335710765062011-10-06T00:04:00.000-07:002011-10-06T00:08:33.352-07:00Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX9xUuJR8pmdQgZP3_o-t4PrZ-P-G03mAeqrirvMZF5W-HvcFno0ivcAnnLpHxq5_ROXicBSvMbhni2gk6-pvY_31KmaL6QXpqmNDMsHyJbI8cAbG4OP2xZq4D0veZA7v_9Sxq_-AzF5Xb/s1600/299648_10150852291345246_872725245_21038260_1066012991_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX9xUuJR8pmdQgZP3_o-t4PrZ-P-G03mAeqrirvMZF5W-HvcFno0ivcAnnLpHxq5_ROXicBSvMbhni2gk6-pvY_31KmaL6QXpqmNDMsHyJbI8cAbG4OP2xZq4D0veZA7v_9Sxq_-AzF5Xb/s400/299648_10150852291345246_872725245_21038260_1066012991_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660271724183400530" /></a><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;">"Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything -- all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart. ... Stay hungry. Stay foolish."<br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#999999;" >Steve Jobs, Stanford University commencement address, June 2005</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">RIP 1955-2011</span></div><div></div><div></div><div></div>Asad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988276656862312131.post-87282629854593146102011-10-04T04:45:00.001-07:002011-10-04T04:45:39.996-07:00No Brainers<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/04/683.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/04/s_683.jpg' border='0' width='300' height='401' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Why do people always say, "You should think about it..."<br /><br />Why don't they say, "You should feel about it..."<br /><br />Whats wrong with that? I'll never know perhaps.<br /><br />But aren't decisions of the heart, no-brainers really?<br />Asad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988276656862312131.post-54196385981611248482011-09-25T03:49:00.001-07:002011-09-25T03:49:37.472-07:00Oh Joy! Oh Joy! Oh Joy!<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/25/596.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/25/s_596.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Marshgate%20Ln,Stratford,United%20Kingdom%4051.543816%2C-0.008983&z=10'>Marshgate Ln,Stratford,United Kingdom</a></p>Asad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988276656862312131.post-12669327799467104902011-09-24T16:22:00.001-07:002011-09-24T16:50:50.841-07:00Unicorn<center><a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/24/4324.jpg"><img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/24/s_4324.jpg" border="0" width="221" height="281" style="margin:5px" /></a></center><br /><br />I'm always dragging that horse around,<br />All those questions, form such a mournful sound...<br />Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse,<br />Into the ground.<br /><br />I always like to keep my issues strong,<br />It's always darkness...<br />before the dawn.<br /><br />- F&TM<br /><br /><p class="blogpress_location">Location:<a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Brick%20Ln,Poplar,United%20Kingdom%4051.517959%2C-0.071104&z=10">Brick Ln,Poplar,United Kingdom</a></p>Asad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988276656862312131.post-82920986235541745332011-09-24T12:02:00.000-07:002011-09-24T12:04:03.960-07:00WEST | home | EAST<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirOZG3Z57wTLkOmediSnESYpwhNt6hFPaIN-tA8FE2BoqxARHvbm6dd2dmyxd8IGUBHkzvQj7vovk1TrVhQ_gJV99jpfuEFWAhYbjWra1fiLwBXTVtzpvXk9rjKXeOHC0OzOV6HhcfWyVU/s1600/photo-743961.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirOZG3Z57wTLkOmediSnESYpwhNt6hFPaIN-tA8FE2BoqxARHvbm6dd2dmyxd8IGUBHkzvQj7vovk1TrVhQ_gJV99jpfuEFWAhYbjWra1fiLwBXTVtzpvXk9rjKXeOHC0OzOV6HhcfWyVU/s320/photo-743961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656003972705606802" /></a></p>Asad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988276656862312131.post-55828219078909110862011-09-17T10:51:00.001-07:002011-09-17T10:51:15.391-07:00today i'll be...<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/17/2508.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/17/s_2508.jpg' border='0' width='225' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=London,United%20Kingdom%4051.520685%2C-0.068713&z=10'>London,United Kingdom</a></p>Asad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988276656862312131.post-56873653101041813052011-08-08T08:41:00.000-07:002011-08-08T08:42:04.569-07:00Copy is Everything.<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJBVXKb_78ZQGzU9PirX27CZ5uEaLHxo89en19xfwNtyiutrIjTxPljgqk8bwS2XHhvaEt5N6M7VifwmRACwYVrTnp_pG-Riki-f4wKv77wQ6CCCKTeH1dPuVsDYWpqN8bUNFYbLC0ukBz/s1600/photo-724570.GIF"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJBVXKb_78ZQGzU9PirX27CZ5uEaLHxo89en19xfwNtyiutrIjTxPljgqk8bwS2XHhvaEt5N6M7VifwmRACwYVrTnp_pG-Riki-f4wKv77wQ6CCCKTeH1dPuVsDYWpqN8bUNFYbLC0ukBz/s320/photo-724570.GIF" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638510915921550338" /></a></p>Asad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988276656862312131.post-63850743242003796752011-08-01T04:47:00.000-07:002011-08-01T05:06:44.754-07:00Explosions of Life<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wICVxI-QIa99nnzGf8iPv_vkCGn4sX_Gcx1f2iSDwK85k8p3rqzC2KmofsIeFHILNH2yCROOv05itCHnLVDwXhyRzP3C3iyOl2RYc8KfbXaBwI442s1fvY4zZ1eIE04GSqpe5O3jQ14w/s1600/Explosions+of+Life.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wICVxI-QIa99nnzGf8iPv_vkCGn4sX_Gcx1f2iSDwK85k8p3rqzC2KmofsIeFHILNH2yCROOv05itCHnLVDwXhyRzP3C3iyOl2RYc8KfbXaBwI442s1fvY4zZ1eIE04GSqpe5O3jQ14w/s400/Explosions+of+Life.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635853307324583538"></a><br /><div>Or in other words... <i>festivals.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Coming from a war-torn-terrorist-worn country, I realised how important they are for a nation's socio-emotional health. I didn't realise that when I was there. Festivals, concerts & mass public gatherings don't happen back home (Pakistan) that much due to the ever lurking fear of a terrorist attack. Which means people don't come together randomly, to interact, rejoice & celebrate. </div><div><br /></div><div>Which is a bit of a shame really...</div><div><br /></div><div>Why? Because it means they're almost always stuck behind closed doors & blinding walls of their homes, offices, bars or clubs. Less of physical boundaries & more of social dividers, being indoors with familiar faces doesn't provide the limitless freedom festivals offer. Freedom from social division, religious predisposition & monetary confinement. It's <i>everyone in a field!</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i></i>Almost a primitive joy, which I believe is very important for a society to come together & flourish. If this glue isn't around, the society just might break down.</div><div><br /></div><div>For now, go out & enjoy these different kinds of explosions. Explosions of life. They're important to counter their uglier counterparts. Only such humanity can remind us of our own. </div><br />Asad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988276656862312131.post-31577745557042839362011-07-26T03:19:00.001-07:002011-07-26T03:19:32.049-07:00Oh you mother...<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/26/627.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/26/s_627.jpg' border='0' width='300' height='224' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />This is Mother. <br />It's in a warehouse, in hipster heaven. <br />These aren't photos of the agency employees. <br />These are the photos of their Mothers. <br /><br />Bloody amazing. <br />I'm Mother f*cked. <br /><br />www.motherlondon.com<br />Asad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988276656862312131.post-49820042052341490962011-07-05T05:57:00.001-07:002011-07-05T05:57:46.678-07:00Please, don't hit the fan...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/05/1102.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/05/s_1102.jpg' border='0' width='300' height='401' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Why is there an S in front my every HIT?<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=London,United%20Kingdom%4051.547901%2C-0.079999&z=10'>London,United Kingdom</a></p>Asad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988276656862312131.post-55086517067623032392011-06-21T17:14:00.001-07:002011-06-21T23:50:38.960-07:00life's grammar<div><br /></div>in life...<br /><br /><div>friends are commas<br />lovers are exclamation points<br />&<br />family are full-stops.<br /><br />bloody hell,<br />all I wanted was some space bars.<br /><br /><br /></div>Asad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988276656862312131.post-28164348128043268562011-06-18T13:33:00.001-07:002011-06-18T13:33:03.622-07:00that first time...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/18/3491.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/18/s_3491.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />nothing like sharing dirty jokes & secret high-fives, for the first time, with my 7 year old nephew! got me thinking...<br /><br />you know why youth is fun? because it's the age you get to do most things for the first time. <br /><br />the joy! the excitement!<br /><br />perhaps we grow old when we stop doing things for the first time. <br /><br />plan is to never stop doing that first...<br />Asad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988276656862312131.post-32841815286914969702011-06-16T12:36:00.001-07:002011-06-16T12:36:49.889-07:00In Rainbows<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/16/2550.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/16/s_2550.jpg' border='0' width='300' height='401' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Rye%20View,High%20Wycombe,United%20Kingdom%4051.632387%2C-0.744013&z=10'>Rye View,High Wycombe,United Kingdom</a></p>Asad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988276656862312131.post-9356138215684835152011-06-16T00:34:00.001-07:002011-06-16T00:34:41.861-07:00Blackberry vs. iPhoneiPhones are like women, you have to unlock them first and touch them everywhere on their body before they respond.<br /><br />Blackberries are like men, rub one small area, and every thing moves up, down and ready for action!<br /><br />Source: Interweb etc.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=London,United%20Kingdom%4051.525459%2C-0.165396&z=10'>London,United Kingdom</a></p>Asad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988276656862312131.post-44228555402512810362011-06-09T05:04:00.001-07:002011-06-09T05:07:35.973-07:00The Most Romantic Line Ever...<a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/09/654.jpg"><img src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/09/s_654.jpg" border="0" width="187" height="281" style="margin:5px" /></a><br />"music sounds better with you..." - DP<br />Asad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988276656862312131.post-9476232461548339202011-06-08T03:09:00.000-07:002011-06-08T03:15:06.556-07:00DivisionYou're the crescent that divides my shadow from the night. My stream of consciousness. <p>My genius from my madness. <p>- Inspired by Coppola's 'Apocalypse Now'Asad Shaykhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571322156637795661noreply@blogger.com0