<?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-6675900</id><updated>2011-08-12T09:21:12.288+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Pony</title><subtitle type='html'>News from Pink, a remote location, near the world-famous icebergs of the South Pacific.
What is it really like living on the earth's surface in the South Pacific where you are kept warm by a nuclear reactor, and hang in space suspended by the forces of gravity and the speed of light? I wonder?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-8871753854667000352</id><published>2011-08-12T08:56:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T09:21:12.300+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Senna.I visited Brasil in 1995 and fell in love with the place. So last night I dashed out to see my only film of the year - the documentary film "Senna". Wow. I'm so glad I did. As soon as I got home I searched online to buy a DVD but it doesn't look like it's been released yet. This is a beautiful film not to be missed. I loved it, and I'm not a petrol head. Senna and Prost are names you can't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/8871753854667000352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/8871753854667000352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2011_08_01_archive.html#8871753854667000352' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-4667974590369239647</id><published>2010-06-10T20:44:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T20:59:46.153+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Authenticity. A nice word. A need to be true, genuine, real.  A need to be special, different. People crave authenticity in their lives. Some might drag the sewing machine out of the cupboard or travel to Spotlight, or forage through the op shops. Perhaps you just need some paper and glue. Messy play in the kitchen perhaps. Something to make you feel real, connected for just a moment to this hard</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/4667974590369239647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/4667974590369239647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#4667974590369239647' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-2532308406976115622</id><published>2010-04-28T17:48:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:00:15.564+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>$17 an hour Surely someone out there can see the sense in getting paid $17 an hour? This is an Alliance Party policy and is worth voting for.Unfortunately it seems that to actually win an election in this country you just have to fool the young and old with fancy words and fancy websites to win. Actual policy is hard to get in front of people.Meanwhile young people in this country are getting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/2532308406976115622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/2532308406976115622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#2532308406976115622' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-401645371253815851</id><published>2009-11-29T10:00:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T10:46:35.880+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who Killed J.R?Trying desperately to convince my parents I should be allowed to stay up to 10pm to find out who killed J.R was quite a task. I mean, come on, this was the biggest question in any household in the 1980's. Dallas was prime time viewing and gripping! But television stopped at midnight in the 1970's and 80's and even getting to see the Good Night Kiwi was a real big treat.However by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/401645371253815851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/401645371253815851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#401645371253815851' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-2069469427419230562</id><published>2009-10-02T22:41:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:55:50.655+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sacred cowsThe revelation by a friend that Bridget Jones was indeed a mere make-over of Jane Austen crushed me. But what came next was a discovery well worth my while. Having never touched a book by Jane Austen in my life, never even knowing who she was indeed led to new authors and books devoured. Now the bookshelves are filled with Austen, the Bronte sisters, Dickens, to War and Peace. All in a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/2069469427419230562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/2069469427419230562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#2069469427419230562' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-4109286069871732817</id><published>2009-09-23T21:03:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:10:43.573+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Dust storm  Today dust arrived in Sydney, and later Brisbane. The worst ever seen according to reports on The Sydney Morning Herald.Coming from the west, the dust appears to have arrived after high winds at places such as Broken Hill settling above Sydney. However it is covering all of NSW and was in Canberra yesterday. Face masks are flying off the shelves and anyone who has travelled west of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/4109286069871732817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/4109286069871732817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#4109286069871732817' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-981465338204358992</id><published>2009-07-15T22:45:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:49:38.657+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>7.8 for New ZealandI noticed the lampshade moving in my peripherial vision tonight, and went online to discover the Pacific tsunami warning centre issued a tsunami warning for New Zealand's 7.8 earthquake. This is the first time I have ever heard of one being issued. Thankfully I didn't feel the quake, only just a very slight push on the couch. Geonet is overloaded and CNN had the item as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/981465338204358992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/981465338204358992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#981465338204358992' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-5901503025674191896</id><published>2009-06-26T11:36:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:47:05.550+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Growing up with the King of popGrowing up in the far south of New Zealand where the weather is torment at times and rain pelts down on the roof, the one thing to make you feel alive was the sound of Michael Jackson. I'm a Jackson fan from way back, growing up on the back of hits such as "Beat It', "Billy Jean" to "Thriller". I had a copy of "Thriller" as a young teenager, and even today I still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/5901503025674191896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/5901503025674191896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#5901503025674191896' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-2195753034747009921</id><published>2008-11-06T09:09:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:28:10.362+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4 November 2008 Tuesday November 4 2008 is one day that will go down in the history books. Galvanising people to vote is what has really happened in the last 24 hours in America. The fact people poured out of their homes to vote, many for the first time or lined up for 3-4 hours to vote gives a sense that maybe we can do this here.I sat and watched the numbers roll over yesterday (we are a day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/2195753034747009921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/2195753034747009921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#2195753034747009921' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-3582627174931866293</id><published>2008-10-14T10:00:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:09:19.064+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Good, The Bad, and the UglyYou have to wonder how people become so self-centred and have no problem what so ever in demeaning people they don't even know.In particular, young females who spit out words such as loser, you can't get a job and it must be because you did an arts degree.Hearing such talk from intelligent young women in a large city is concerning. These people didn't care about a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/3582627174931866293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/3582627174931866293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3582627174931866293' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-2309596825694241177</id><published>2008-06-18T17:49:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:30:49.169+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it worth it? Ask yourself this. Do you actually need that big fat salary?Inside a recent Listener magazine, thrift is the cover topic. Ponder the word thrift for just a tiny second. Thrift makes me think of the war years, the depression. If you live in a society that treats people as human beings - as people who live and breathe air every moment and who need food and shelter to survive, then I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/2309596825694241177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/2309596825694241177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2309596825694241177' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-3043578556709668779</id><published>2008-02-25T12:34:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T12:55:02.145+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The glow of the bright red double archesWhen I find myself stuffing my gut with Toffee pop chocolate coated biscuits I begin to wonder what comes next. Next is Cadbury's Continental Chocolates - 500grams of course. But it was the next one that really got me.MacDonalds Fillet of Fish with fries. And it doesn't stop there kids. When you suddenly find yourself as a transport unit for the sake of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/3043578556709668779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/3043578556709668779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3043578556709668779' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-3370683744593753701</id><published>2008-01-23T03:49:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T03:52:43.065+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>0.75% cutIt's 3.50am here, and the day has just started at the New York Stock Exchange.Overnight the Federal Reserve Bank has announced a 3/4 percent interest rate cut.It is the  biggest cut by the bank in 18 years according to the New York Times this morning.The Dow Jones is down more than 400 points, and if it goes down to a 10% fall trading may well and truly stop.The Fed had an emergency </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/3370683744593753701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/3370683744593753701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3370683744593753701' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-8217796126520859600</id><published>2007-12-25T09:12:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T09:18:05.758+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Binklebonk, Lucy, Rose and Tim.A cow with a straw hat with Dramatic music? What could this be? What type of Christmas morning is this?The perfect one!It really wouldn't be Christmas without Spike Milligan. His Splendid "Badjelly the Witch" tale is one that takesyou into a magical world where everything is mad.As he calls loudly "LUCY, LUCY WHERE ARE YOU?" it really isn't the same unless you hear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/8217796126520859600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/8217796126520859600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#8217796126520859600' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-2750460500282257449</id><published>2007-12-24T18:30:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T18:48:44.697+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Presents on Christmas Eve.It's 5pm on Christmas Eve, and it's usually dead. No one around, except this year it's on a Monday. And town is rather busy. After mooching about watching DVD's such as the last moments of Death of President, followed by Jude Law's starring role in  "Breaking and Entering," I feast on fresh strawberries for breakfast.Then the list. Kumara, onions, cream, last minute </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/2750460500282257449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/2750460500282257449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#2750460500282257449' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-6677995161733546345</id><published>2007-12-20T21:27:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T21:32:41.628+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6.8 earthquake rocks Napier.A stunned husband called tonight to say he thought he was a gonner, after a massive earthquake centred 40km's south-east of Gisborne.Lampshades swayed, televisions shook, and he took shelter under the shelter of the solid foundation of a door frame, a practice in New Zealand learned at early age of what to do in an earthquake. Telephone lines are down in Gisborne </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/6677995161733546345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/6677995161733546345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#6677995161733546345' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-7313444334384569050</id><published>2007-11-23T22:15:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T22:50:39.715+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isn't she lovelyIt has always occurred to me that when I sat up the top of the Athletic Park Stand in Wellington on a cool summer evening in the 1988, that I was witnessing the most under rated concert around.The park was not exactly what you might call "pumping", the rugby field below was full, the crowd were circled around the stage on the opposite side of the main stand, but when Stevie Wonder</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/7313444334384569050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/7313444334384569050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#7313444334384569050' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-7264549026989223783</id><published>2007-09-25T22:19:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T22:21:16.924+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mount Ruapehu has erupted.It happened at 8.15pm, and reported by Radio New Zealand in the 10pm news.GNS has upgraded the volcano to Level 2.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/7264549026989223783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/7264549026989223783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#7264549026989223783' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-4895865021250104470</id><published>2007-07-31T19:31:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:40:44.597+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>31 July 2007 - From Havana to a tearoom for lunch – a chromed lemon morsel in the deep south.One year you can be sipping an espresson in Havana, the next sipping tea for two atyour home town's tearoom institution.Birthdays are like that.Some years you do one thing, another year you do something else.This year it was Bell's Tearooms.Quite an establishment. In fact it's so tiny, and easy to miss </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/4895865021250104470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/4895865021250104470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4895865021250104470' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-87322929413050479</id><published>2007-07-17T21:35:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:41:10.144+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/87322929413050479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/87322929413050479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#87322929413050479' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XOdmJ0wuOXk/RpyOLaVyX_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_707pk4OHvc/s72-c/P1040731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-4296701906707008979</id><published>2007-07-17T21:27:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:35:10.785+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/4296701906707008979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/4296701906707008979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4296701906707008979' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XOdmJ0wuOXk/RpyMSaVyX-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/s6Aa-FwH2Kw/s72-c/P1040700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-4766255006430917315</id><published>2007-07-17T21:05:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:14:47.578+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Bonspiel of a dayA 3 hr drive, and I'm surrounded by hoar frosts in the Ida Valley, and a bunch of fellas sweeping their curling ballsdown the ice of the Ida dam.The first bonspiel since 2001 was called this week, and wow what a sight.It wasn't just the absolutely unbelievable snow and hoar frosts clinging to everything in the Ida valley, walking outonto the iced-over dam, avoiding the large </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/4766255006430917315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/4766255006430917315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4766255006430917315' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-1171897421035856975</id><published>2007-07-01T16:58:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T17:12:11.548+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pea, Pie and Pud meets Da Vinci CodeWe took a stroll in the garden after devouring a local winter special - pea, pie and pud for $5.50. Mashed potatoes, pie, and peas all ready be squashed together mixed in gravy, and gobbled back with glee.It reminds me of the type of food my Gran used to make for Sunday dinner, except that usually was more of a mutton roast, with roast potatoes cooked in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/1171897421035856975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/1171897421035856975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1171897421035856975' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-7327778535242028958</id><published>2007-06-25T09:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T09:11:40.325+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/7327778535242028958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/7327778535242028958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7327778535242028958' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XOdmJ0wuOXk/Rn7d0l4fy8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hQs2wWgstKU/s72-c/P1040583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-5828181923877259019</id><published>2007-06-25T08:49:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T08:59:44.966+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Snowflakes dust world's steepest street, Baldwin Street, New ZealandWhen I woke up this morning, I looked out the window and saw giant snowflakes zooming past my window. No tourists, just snowflakes. They were moving so fast, and the snow storm so thick, I wondered if it was going to stop!Mt Cargill is a white-out.It was more of a surprise when Saturday morning ensured the whole street, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/5828181923877259019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/5828181923877259019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5828181923877259019' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-6201368550252247072</id><published>2007-06-11T18:27:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T18:35:37.045+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Books?It's winter, and a trip to the library presented the opportunity to witness the local library packed to the gunnells with fellow library nerds. The thing is, the library really is a great place to go on a cold winter's day. I mean, what else are people doing when it's 0 degrees?I'm re-reading Emma by Jane Austen, are about to tackle War and Peace, and perusing loads of magazines to study </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/6201368550252247072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/6201368550252247072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#6201368550252247072' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-5535494576469015748</id><published>2007-06-11T18:02:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T18:25:25.023+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I posted a list in 2005 of city's I have visited throughout my life to date, and thought it was time to update it.I also considered, this would be an excellent task for today, given my fingers just about froze up for our first realJack Frost this winter. This morning, I can attest to running outside, hacking the car door away from it's seal, while a friendpoured cold water from the jug over the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/5535494576469015748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/5535494576469015748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5535494576469015748' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-2587533661857016894</id><published>2007-06-08T08:48:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T08:57:27.559+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FIRST SNOW 2007I'm wrapped up in my woolley blue hat, white coat, gym shoes, track-suit pants and anything else I could find before I disappeared out the front door and played in the snow. Now the blue sky has come out, after the southerly forced big balls of the stuff through North East Valley in the last ten minutes.This is though, only melting stuff. Mt Cargill is dusted with snow, Pine Hill, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/2587533661857016894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/2587533661857016894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2587533661857016894' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-5129011480367214166</id><published>2007-03-30T20:51:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T20:54:52.803+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I walked out the door, my dress shielding me from the wind.There is a slight chill in the air, despite the blue sky.I unlock the car door, and hop in. My boyfriend tags along, and starts up the car. We head down the street, passing the group of Japanese tourists who are gazing up the street, cameras in their hands.They move onto the footpath as we approach.He turns, and continues along the main </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/5129011480367214166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/5129011480367214166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5129011480367214166' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-3903440199843710700</id><published>2007-03-23T15:51:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T15:55:11.686+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>French breakfastStory_ Miss ParkaI open my door and step into the sunlight.I walk down my street, past the villas, and pottery shop, and noticethe clear bright blue sky, and not a cloud in sight.I notice people waiting at the many bus stops dotted along the vallley floor. I check my watch, it's not gone long after 8am here.I turn into George Street, the traffic lights aren't working, so I follow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/3903440199843710700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/3903440199843710700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3903440199843710700' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-8295903316163603857</id><published>2007-03-16T12:24:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T12:28:48.973+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Doing the washing?So it's been pouring with rain, the sun has disappeared, and how is one supposed to get their basketfulls of washing done, amidst a schedule of children, computers, husbands, swimming, and lack of indoor space?This predicament must have a solution for the many humans who contemplate every morning their daily activities.Does everyone have water to do such a task? If not, what do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/8295903316163603857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/8295903316163603857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8295903316163603857' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-4416862408855709626</id><published>2007-03-16T12:21:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T12:23:09.831+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Memoirs of Miss ParkaMy Gran used to leave a glass of water, and a cupcake covered in pink or vanilla icing dotted with specks of hundreds and thousands next to my bed late at night, specially, and only to be eaten when I woke up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/4416862408855709626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/4416862408855709626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4416862408855709626' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-7201423524368249737</id><published>2006-12-03T19:38:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T19:39:00.189+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAVANA Review - for future reference!We are from New Zealand, and stayed in Havana during the busy season in mid July this year.Hotel Ambos Mundos - we booked in over the phone in Havana, and for about seven days. It was relief to our ears that they could fit us in, answered the phone, and I didn't have to call back later.The quick response from AM was great as we had decided to depart our other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/7201423524368249737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/7201423524368249737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#7201423524368249737' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-116410208290361813</id><published>2006-11-21T22:37:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:41:22.916+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What about Earth?This week I have seen five flippin icebergs off our outpost here in Dunedin, New Zealand.Not little icebergs with droplets of ice, big icebergs. So big, one is about to cruise by 1km long according to newspaper reports.Mount Cargill is becoming the state highway, except the dirt track cannot cope with the hoards of people clambering up the rutted out road to try and spot the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/116410208290361813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/116410208290361813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116410208290361813' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-116072819610765303</id><published>2006-10-13T21:29:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:29:56.120+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The weather is going mad.26 degrees today, 36 degrees in Sydney, and only earlier in the week did snow flurries dash past my window.A check on the metservice reveals gusty winds to continue up and down the country, and up to 130km p/h in some exposed areas.Uumm. Umm. This really should be no surprise given my recent experience in a rather warmer than expected Argentina, a chilly Chile, and a hot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/116072819610765303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/116072819610765303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116072819610765303' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-115995096441894563</id><published>2006-10-04T21:18:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T21:36:04.433+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A bomb of a nightIt seems we are suddenly about to be put into peril by a bomb.Interesting news for a Wednesday night. Another bomb about to go off is the climate changing daily. Where I am it has been a gorgeous blue sky day, a little windy but kinda warm. Up country 120km gales are punching the remote isles into a blithering heap. Goodness gracious.I read yesterday with great fascination how a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/115995096441894563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/115995096441894563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115995096441894563' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-115088120302370662</id><published>2006-06-21T21:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:13:23.023+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jane Austin and moreI am most pleased to have discovered my new favourite writer for 2006 -  Jane Austin.I was told she was the very first Bridget Jones, and I think that is right. Mr Darcy features, and so does the love hate relationship between the ladies and their potential men friends.At this point, I have just finished Pride and Prejudice, and are nearly finished Sense and Sensibility.Make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/115088120302370662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/115088120302370662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115088120302370662' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-115088068077343503</id><published>2006-06-21T20:59:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:04:40.786+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever wondered what happened to the old weather?I have just arrived home, safely I might add, after an evening of girl talk with fellow business people. The early evening was hosted by a local group, and featured a talk by a popular journalist. After sipping and tasting various wines on offer, a look out the window revealed droplets of hail pelting against the windows.Oh no I thought to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/115088068077343503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/115088068077343503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115088068077343503' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-114310809458186010</id><published>2006-03-23T21:56:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T22:01:34.603+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is New Zealand asleep?I'm surfing the net and being a nosy freelance writer, I check out the news headlines.Major news sources are reporting three peace activists in Iraq have been freed.Searching across New Zealand media sites nothing has been uploaded.Keep searching, back to international media news sits, back to NZ sites, nothing.Surely someone out there is going to upload this onto one of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/114310809458186010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/114310809458186010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114310809458186010' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-113740085806742158</id><published>2006-01-16T21:39:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T21:40:58.083+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The past few daysI'm now back at my base, safe within the doors with no sea lions in sight.The reason I tell you this, is because a short walk to one of our remote beaches in recent days resulted in quickly running back into the sand dunes to escape the pending sealions who were moving very fast down the beach we had just arrived at.The sight of a creature twenty-times your size bounding down the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/113740085806742158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/113740085806742158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113740085806742158' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-113576623641881845</id><published>2005-12-28T23:18:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T23:37:16.430+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tis the season to read the master OrwellI have just finished reading one of the 20th century's greatest novels - 1984.An interesting read to take me into 2006.It seems the "proles" are merely fodder for the rich, keep them working and they won't think, together with a continuous war to keep the arms industry going, which in turn keeps the people working.I rather think this is actually already in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/113576623641881845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/113576623641881845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113576623641881845' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-113160714453740339</id><published>2005-11-10T20:18:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T20:19:04.536+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On another note, today the sky has been rather odd looking with furry clouds, about to beam in with a shower of rain. However the rain has not appeared, and instead an irredescent blue has bounced onto the ocean making a gorgeous steel blue milk pond on the horizon.The air is warm, and not a breath of wind.It is now our third week of rather odd hot and sometimes sweltering weather, and I wonder </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/113160714453740339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/113160714453740339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113160714453740339' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-113160614755526809</id><published>2005-11-10T19:53:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T20:18:15.490+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TodayRod Donald's funeral was held today in Christchurch.He is a sad loss to the community, and was the first MP I think I ever spoke too, and remember going to a lecture a few years ago where he spoke about free trade.The recent election campaign he looked very bright and breezy in his classic braces and rolled up sleeves style. A very sad loss.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/113160614755526809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/113160614755526809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113160614755526809' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-112700939842577815</id><published>2005-09-18T13:58:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T14:11:16.796+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Election Review - Sunday 18 September 2005New Zealand voters went to the polls yesterday to say who they wanted to be in the next goverment.The result is now a curious position between National and Labour, as we wait and see who can cut the best deals to secure a stable government. National secured 49 seats, while Labour secured 50. The Maori Party took 4 seats, Progressives 1, Greens 6, NZ First</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112700939842577815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112700939842577815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112700939842577815' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-112571424251989133</id><published>2005-09-03T13:45:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T18:06:08.103+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't go out and buy gas if you don't need itGeorge Bush. What a joke. All he cares about is the eight oil refineries blown out by Katrina, and how he can get those darn gone "folks" down there back working.The riots, rape and pillage is happening because people decided to forget about the people in the middle of the US's biggest hurricane, a Category 5.What you are seeing on the images coming </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112571424251989133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112571424251989133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112571424251989133' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-112449546174040056</id><published>2005-08-20T11:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T11:51:01.763+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sticking it to the politiciansI don't know whether because I'm now looking down the barrel of 40 in  a few years, no kids, no money and a hell of alot more awareness about issues, but I'm pleased I have now had my first encounter with an MP. Going to an election forum debate is one way to get the blood boiling. It's intense, the crowd are dead quiet, apart from the odd elderly person who seem to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112449546174040056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112449546174040056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112449546174040056' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-112442487923978831</id><published>2005-08-19T16:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T16:14:39.240+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to get publicity amongst a group of boys.I am a political rookie working to generate public awareness for a political party.How do you publicise your product? What about the brand? Umm, I say to myself as a marketing professional, and more recently a fully-fledged publicist with her own company.The big boys have it all sorted, so you need to work smart to capture the media's attention.That is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112442487923978831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112442487923978831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112442487923978831' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-112442439732996714</id><published>2005-08-19T16:05:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T16:06:37.336+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alliance use guerilla tactics to be heard at election forumAlliance Dunedin North candidate Victor Billot used his "gate-crashing" skills to get into the Otago University's OUSA Election debate on nukes in New Zealand eariler today.No invitation was received by Mr Billot by the OUSA for this particular debate, and he took it upon himself to ask the people if they would like the Alliance Party to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112442439732996714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112442439732996714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112442439732996714' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-112226534362452442</id><published>2005-07-25T16:20:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T16:22:23.630+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Zealand Election Date AnnouncedThe date for the New Zealand election was announced by the Prime Minister late this afternoon.The election will be held on 17 September 2005.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112226534362452442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112226534362452442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112226534362452442' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-112184795821440878</id><published>2005-07-20T20:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T20:25:58.216+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Winter BooksMy reading has been intense of late, I'm completely nerdy when it comes to books. I'm an addict.The library will probably ring up for my card as I have over 10 books out at the moment.First there is the cooking section -  Nigella Lawson's How to be a Domestic Goddess, Jamie Oliver's Jamie's Cooking, Nigel Slater's Real Cooking and a great history book called Food in Medieval </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112184795821440878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112184795821440878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112184795821440878' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-112184749573270352</id><published>2005-07-20T20:10:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T20:30:20.876+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Winter BirthdaysIt's my boyfriend's birthday today and I made him a cake.Not just any cake, a yummy raspberry and chocolate cake complete with whipped egg whites, and baked in the oven for 45 minutes. I have to admit that I needed assistance with the egg white whipping from my boyfriend.We did a spot of shopping for birthday clothes after a disasterous day the previous day downtown, going from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112184749573270352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112184749573270352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112184749573270352' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-112184698186855141</id><published>2005-07-20T19:51:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T20:09:41.873+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All in a readThe invasion of Lebanon by Israel in June, 1982 is one I never knew until last week.I have never understood the Middle East situation, and what Palestine is all about.As a teenager growing up in the 1970's, and 80's, Iran and some place called Beirut took the top news spot on the tv on regular occasions. Bombs, bombs and more bombs. No history lesson at my school on the Middle East </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112184698186855141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112184698186855141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112184698186855141' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-112105509193268622</id><published>2005-07-11T16:01:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T16:11:31.936+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alliance tell the voters the truthLocal Dunedin North candidate Victor Billot spoke at the Otago University's "Campus Green" debate earlier today.Candidates from Labour, National, Greens and Act were represented at the forum.The dull boring event turned into a compelling speech by Mr Billot when he took the floor and told the audience how it really is.Mr Billot said to the audience "you are the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112105509193268622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112105509193268622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112105509193268622' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-112073535316229889</id><published>2005-07-07T23:13:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T23:22:33.166+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>London bombs hitThe phone went early evening here in New Zealand, Eunice calling to let us know there had been bombs on the underground in London.We had just got off the phone from Elaine and David.We rang them back to tell them of the news, which they didn't know.David said he heard a blast about half an hour ago.Then I called Jimmy, to let him know they were fine.The mobile rang, and it was Nat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112073535316229889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112073535316229889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112073535316229889' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-112055954049022843</id><published>2005-07-05T22:24:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T22:32:20.490+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cities, towns, provinces less travelledI've decided to make a start to record cities and places I've visited.So here goes.Any comments may be added as I go.LondonAucklandNew PlymouthGisborneNapierHastingsBerlinMunichKolnDortmondAmsterdamEdinburghRio de JaneiroSan PauloBuenos AiresPunta del EstaLos AngelesPerthSydneyMelbourneAdelaideOxford, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112055954049022843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112055954049022843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112055954049022843' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-112055900539898380</id><published>2005-07-05T22:10:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T22:23:25.403+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>East v WestReading the likes of Pilger, for some reason had me thinking about the Berlin Wall.I visited it in 1995. It was a mad dash 10 hour journey from a small German village in Central Germany with some German friends, in their lime green Mercedes car. It was one of the most memorable trips I will make as a human being.The raw feeling of being in a city not long open for business with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112055900539898380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112055900539898380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112055900539898380' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-112055817668290200</id><published>2005-07-05T21:59:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T22:09:36.686+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Places to goI'm reading compelling stuff in the form of Pilger's latest book "Tell Me No Lies".In a society where human existance revolves around communication, the duty of telling the facts to defend the public good seem a rarity.According to Pilger(2004), in 2002 the principal media were owned by only nine transnational companies, down from fifty in 1983.What we read, hear, and see is hardly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112055817668290200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/112055817668290200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112055817668290200' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-111949658691341335</id><published>2005-06-23T15:04:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T15:16:26.916+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE WIRETyping with one hand makes for interesting writing.Scrolling my new netnewswire "lite"for news is just as easy now I have all my news wires in one place.BBC,  salon.com, NYTimes, Scottish Socialist Party, victorbillot.com, The Age, Sydney morning Herald, all the major dailies in one quick scroll.What is missing of course, is New Zealand's main papers who do not subscribe to the idea of a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111949658691341335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111949658691341335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111949658691341335' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-111869986889882400</id><published>2005-06-14T09:28:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T09:57:48.903+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fashionable Pop?The man who brought break-dancing into the living rooms of thousands of 80's youngsters was free to go, with a not guilty verdict announced in California today.The verdict was transmitted to the media via a live radio feed, the judge not permitting cameras in the courtroom.In New Zealand, public radio delayed their show to take the live radio feed, explaining to listeners tuning </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111869986889882400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111869986889882400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111869986889882400' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-111827208671249472</id><published>2005-06-09T11:06:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T11:08:06.716+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I put my first hard hitting writing skills to National Radio, campaigning for a change in government. Whether it has something about my age as I'm about to turn 37 in the coming weeks, or the fact that I'm not far off forty may have something to do with it.Spending my Saturday mornings as a child at the freezing works looking for stray cats and checking the cat traps with my step-father may</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111827208671249472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111827208671249472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111827208671249472' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-111826833461146469</id><published>2005-06-09T09:15:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T10:05:34.683+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meningococcal BThe meningococcal B vaccine is back in the news.A defensive Minister of Health, Annette King spoke on National Radio this morning about the efficacy of the vaccine.The information provided to parents to sign for consent is being debated on whether full information  is being given.Claims have also being made current vaccination programme is in fact a type of trial.The scale of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111826833461146469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111826833461146469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111826833461146469' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-111822051422815282</id><published>2005-06-08T20:28:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:48:34.276+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tu a tapA trip to Western Southland over the Queens Birthday long weekend resulted in a revelation of pure wonderment.The journey was delayed due to snow, so we had no choice but to hunker down in front of the home fire.We took the Catlins route, only to be diverted down a back road to Papatowhai.The road is now completely tarsealed the whole way, a relief after the last expedition to the Catlins</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111822051422815282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111822051422815282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111822051422815282' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-111821923410623839</id><published>2005-06-08T20:16:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:27:14.110+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WEATHER PERFECT FOR 1950's CHICAs the snow dust settles on the surrounding hills, I think about whether to head into the city to conduct my errands.I consider the fact that the sun is streaming into my home-office lounge-coverted cup of tea room as I feel the chill in the air is brisk and light.I decide to make the move, and figure the sun would have melted the ice on the necessary-evil hill I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111821923410623839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111821923410623839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111821923410623839' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-111775524881432783</id><published>2005-06-03T11:19:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T11:42:25.180+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Fat Cat ElectionThe government are on the take.People need to be woken up and tell the government they are sick to death of getting it in the pocket.Let's see, the latest removal of the five cent piece giving business a 100% profit on their goods without even having to loose market share, GST, the new five-cent fuel tax, the power bill of $180 per month, petrol bills of $60 a week, paying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111775524881432783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111775524881432783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111775524881432783' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-111579079704795584</id><published>2005-05-11T17:46:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T17:53:17.060+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April-May 2005 Book ListI'm reading a few interesting books at the moment -1. The Trial of Henry Kissinger by Christopher Hitchens.Not for the faint hearted that is for sure. 2. Managing Stress by Derek RogerAbsolutely superb - get a copy if you can.3. The Power of Now by Eckhart TolleDid you know you are actually asleep most of the time?This book is a New York Times Best Seller.Very very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111579079704795584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111579079704795584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111579079704795584' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-111579037704606637</id><published>2005-05-11T17:35:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T17:46:17.063+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sitting at home in front of the fireIt's dark, the fire is going and I'm feeling a bit like shit.Seems my trip to the big smoke last week has caught up on the old girl, cough in hand, heady, eyes bulging, in need of lots of Panadol and Lemsip.My trip to the capital of NZ was great, but next time will definitely not take the "4.30am get-up for flight" option. The old girl just can't handle it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111579037704606637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111579037704606637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111579037704606637' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-111578969413568893</id><published>2005-05-11T17:31:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T17:34:54.146+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AN INTERESTING READ....Please visit http://www.dowethics.com/risk/ to try out the AcceptableRisk Calculator for yourself, and for text, photos and video of theLondon announcement.Contacts: Erastus Hamm           Vikram Banarjee </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111578969413568893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111578969413568893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111578969413568893' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-111424971898115810</id><published>2005-04-23T21:37:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T21:48:38.983+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Quarterly Pink Pony 2005 Film, Book and Website GuideThe Yes MenPlease go and see it, absolute must-view film.Finding NemoCute and very very funny. DVD Humphrey BogartThe new super-cool dude. Very coolDVD Carey GrantFollowing on Hump's footsteps!Secret Power, Nicky HagerThe inside story on intelligence.Lara and the Birds, Philip PulmanGorgeous, just gorgeous.Speed Reading, Tony BuzanThe way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111424971898115810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111424971898115810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111424971898115810' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-111424774735776100</id><published>2005-04-23T21:11:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T21:15:47.356+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SKYPEWe are due for snow down to 200metres tonight so I'm indoors in front of the fire, ibook on hand to wander the net, safe and sound inside.Word on the net is Skype is taking all calls to everywhere.You can download it and call anyone else who has downloaded it for free, anywhere.What next?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111424774735776100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111424774735776100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111424774735776100' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-111415756716573968</id><published>2005-04-22T19:55:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T21:09:53.006+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Right on bro - The Yes Men are in town I have just been sitting in a 35-seater theatre watching the latest film by the world's newest  unravellers of the system we live in.The Yes Men is now screening in New Zealand, though in a limited way I must add.You can only catch it on Thursdays and Fridays in Dunedin so get there while you can.These boys, one who is formerly of the BLO (Barbie Liberation </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111415756716573968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111415756716573968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111415756716573968' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-111112877106727545</id><published>2005-03-18T19:47:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T19:52:51.066+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Especially for the girlsFrom tournadoes to punked up fashion in the Octagon. Alot goes on in the NZ over summer.The past ten weeks have been mad with friends winding their way to catch the Greymouth tournado in leiu of doing a fashion show to chasing stories across the globe.Oh the life of a news hound.Students from NZ and Australia, male and female descended on the little iceberg outback in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111112877106727545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/111112877106727545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111112877106727545' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-110767538525086727</id><published>2005-02-06T20:15:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T20:36:25.250+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to Extreme Weather 2005What does one do when you are surrounded by fog? If you are stuck at one of many airports in New Zealand this week, you needed a good book, your ibook, your ipod and a power point to re-power up like Scotty. Fog, fog and more fog, has hit New Zealand like a golf ball aiming for the tee, in full force. Yet in downtown Dunedin, you will find it is clear blue </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/110767538525086727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/110767538525086727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110767538525086727' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-110410457714562322</id><published>2004-12-27T13:38:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T12:42:57.146+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OYSTER CATCHER CHICK ARRIVE FOR CHRISTMASTwo oyster catcher birds are nesting on Warrington Beach near Dunedin.A local resident was bird-spotting earlier today and saw one tiny bird, feeding with its parents.Another resident who was walking her dog and saw the couple bird-spotting advised the couple about the chicks and pointed out another nest to the couple.The bird-spotting couple go out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/110410457714562322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/110410457714562322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110410457714562322' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-110410388792634749</id><published>2004-12-27T13:23:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T12:37:45.803+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BOXING DAY BRINGS THE WORLD'S BIGGEST EARTHQUAKE IN 40 YEARS TO SOUTH ASIASouth Asia was hit by an earthquake measuring 8.9 on the richter scale early this morning.Tsumanis hit southern India, Sumatra in Indonesia, and a popular tourist resort in Thailand.It was the biggest earthquake the world has seen in forty years and follows closely behind a similar size earthquake that hit over 800km </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/110410388792634749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/110410388792634749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110410388792634749' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-110152002330836384</id><published>2004-11-27T14:45:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T14:47:03.306+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CaminoCamino. Get it. It is a browser especially designed for Mac OS 10.It makes having dial-up seem like a breeze, and I don't have to payto get broadband because I have Camino!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/110152002330836384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/110152002330836384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110152002330836384' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-110151935444852188</id><published>2004-11-27T14:33:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T14:35:54.450+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The 2004 Pink Pony Annual Christmas Book Guide and ReviewsHere is the Pink Pony Guide to all types of literature, from geekiness to parallel worlds. From mystery, rookie journalism, New Zealand literary greats, how to ask a "visiting celebrity" what they thought of Australia (Pilger, 1989), what to cook for a cold winter night, sci-fi climate change, to one of the greatest classics for children</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/110151935444852188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/110151935444852188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110151935444852188' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-109990320214401049</id><published>2004-11-08T21:38:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T21:41:00.153+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The dolphins are back				A local resident spotted the popular Hectors Dolphin at Warrington Beach near Dunedin early this evening.A small school of 2-3 dolphins were sighted not far off shore, cruising the length of the beach area, eyeing up the two lonely surfers in the still night.Warrington Beach is a popular spot for dolphins during the summer months.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109990320214401049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109990320214401049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109990320214401049' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-109920234073149040</id><published>2004-10-31T18:56:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T18:59:00.730+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tune InDial up is so slow. Listening to the radio is the best thing.Try it, you will move over to the sweet sounds of listening instead of being invaded by unwanted messages.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109920234073149040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109920234073149040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109920234073149040' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-109713118202678966</id><published>2004-10-07T19:29:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T19:39:42.026+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEAD spaceWhat is this all about? Did you know that every single moment of your life you are generating words, actions, movements and taking in a hell of alot in one single moment.It's like KAPOW. Yeah bingo. That is it. To stop something like your body crinkling up into a uncomfortable squeamish feeling, just think about it, you can make a choice to do this. Get the feeling, where are you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109713118202678966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109713118202678966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109713118202678966' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-109669839543768943</id><published>2004-10-02T18:25:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T18:26:35.436+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Andy Ball arrived today!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109669839543768943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109669839543768943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109669839543768943' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-109573514413013235</id><published>2004-09-21T14:50:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T14:52:24.130+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't agree with road tolls.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109573514413013235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109573514413013235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109573514413013235' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-109357394525962640</id><published>2004-08-27T14:31:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T14:32:25.260+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chaves won by the way.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109357394525962640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109357394525962640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109357394525962640' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-109357385634412309</id><published>2004-08-27T14:24:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T14:30:56.343+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE GOD DAMN HEALTH SYSTEMToday I had the pleasure of visiting a back specialist.I only had to wait two months for an appointment, and thankfully didn't have to pay for it.I then went and got an xray, and found out the normal charge is around $90.Then off I trapsed down the corridor to my next specialist to make an appointment. "Christmas dear" I'm afraid, said the lovely old duck.The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109357385634412309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109357385634412309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109357385634412309' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-109357348438256316</id><published>2004-08-27T14:21:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T14:24:44.383+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TRAPPED IN THE SNOWThe local fire wood trade must have been doing a boon trade lately.Here it has been the coldest in living memory for many people, snow to sea-level, and the surrounding hills. It just keeps coming.Today is no exception. The rain, hail, sleet and snowflakes are pouring in while the sea is a mass of high seas.Global warming has certainly found it's way to the fashion </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109357348438256316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109357348438256316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109357348438256316' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-109256689831242937</id><published>2004-08-15T22:33:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T22:48:18.313+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SNOW DOESN'T MAKE OILSnow hit the southern region of New Zealand today.Snow flurries cut across the Otago Penninsula, and it's surrounding villages and townships.An unusually cold snap, particularly down south seems rather odd to me. I also woke up to the news of a mini-tornado in the Taranaki striking and flattening a house.A cyclone also struck China today.What with Charley, Bonnie, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109256689831242937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109256689831242937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109256689831242937' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-109256208405097631</id><published>2004-08-15T21:12:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T21:28:04.050+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CHAVEZ , REVOLUTIONISTAs I watched the snow flurries whist past my window,  my mind switched to the potential revolution about to take place on the other side of the world.Twenty-five million people in Venezuela are about to go the polls, and stories of what Chavez has implemented for the poor are abundant. Health clinics, subsidised food at special supermakets,  free literacy lessons are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109256208405097631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109256208405097631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109256208405097631' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-109231014671621481</id><published>2004-08-12T23:16:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T23:29:06.716+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WEATHER REPORTI've been sick all week, it's 11.23pm local time.I'm currently following Charley as he weaves his way through the Carribean and the various islands.One current report locates it off West Cuba right now.The Water Vapour picture for the area doesn't look too good. Glad I'm not there. Cruise ships have diverted and families are still out on the Florida keys. A type of dam to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109231014671621481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109231014671621481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109231014671621481' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-109170239686515016</id><published>2004-08-05T22:04:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T22:39:56.866+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE REVOLUTIONETTEWhat a relief to finally have access to something on the big screen commmunicating a message to the mainstream about the type of society we live in and are subjected to. The up close and personal images of the person running a major economy of the world on camera pondering his next move,  quite uncomfortably while a crisis is unfolding is quite remarkable. To see someone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109170239686515016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/109170239686515016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109170239686515016' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-108728781840317442</id><published>2004-06-15T20:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T20:23:38.403+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PINK CHEF's HOT CHOC FUDGE PUDDINGFor all choc nerds missing Mum's cooking here is a wee treat for you.All you need is:1 Tablespoon Cocoa1/2 cup Milk1 Cup Flour2 Teaspoons baking powder1/2 cup sugarVanilla essence (a few drops) _ not absolutely necessaryTurn oven up to full bore, on bake (fan bake if you have it) , 180 degrees celcius.Mix dry ingredients together. Melt butter, add </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/108728781840317442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/108728781840317442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108728781840317442' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-108728712815078516</id><published>2004-06-15T19:53:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T20:12:08.150+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Next time you go to the doc ask for your wee number.It was given to you the day you were born.It travels everywhere with you, when you go to hospital, any sort of medical care.Ask for it just because you can and it's your personal number someone decided to label you with.Then File It.  Why wasn't I told about it! It could be useful who knows! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/108728712815078516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/108728712815078516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108728712815078516' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-108728597591171935</id><published>2004-06-15T19:52:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T20:14:52.143+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>54Today I've reached 54 profile visits to my blog.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/108728597591171935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/108728597591171935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108728597591171935' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-108728563846602700</id><published>2004-06-15T19:47:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T20:17:51.236+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh I fell in love, I was fool.....there's love in the air.This way gentleman. I'd like you to meet Andy Williams. All style, lyrics, beat, you name it he is the dude.Take a moment to listen. If you are after horns, Andy is all easy.Throw in some gorgeous models,  who know how to walk properly and definitely no cheesey smiles and you have yourself the most stylish looking fashion gig in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/108728563846602700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/108728563846602700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108728563846602700' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-108538581137855894</id><published>2004-05-24T19:54:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T20:08:46.936+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A LOAD OF HOGWASHThe latest fashion fever in town is all movies, movies, movies."What you see is happening right now"."It's massive...."'. I'm at a loss to explain what is causing this weather.No. I've just been told we are preparing to go live to ......What you see behind me is a tornado.A massive tidal wave has just struck the coast line of ......Everything is now down. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/108538581137855894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/108538581137855894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108538581137855894' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-108443379488515368</id><published>2004-05-13T19:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T19:42:59.596+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOCIALISM GOES GREENIf you a a modernist, then you need one of these.It is lime green, fits in your wallet and has a crystal clear strip down the middle enough to make anyone sit up and take notice.Yes it's an eftpos card.At last you can bank with the hippest of all banks.New Zealand's very own lime green publicly owned Bank.Complete with their skally wag logo "The Cat" and lime green</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/108443379488515368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/108443379488515368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108443379488515368' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-108436073851635863</id><published>2004-05-12T23:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T23:18:58.516+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has finally happened. China is in vogue. No matter what you are after,  a sleeveless vest, puffa jackets, mod coats or black spandex kilted skirts you can be sure the label says Made in China.Take a look closely when next shopping for the next fashion fad.The way long sleeve zip- hooded polar fleeces have been dashing out the door here in New Zealand, you can certainly see the reason why.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/108436073851635863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/108436073851635863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108436073851635863' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-10820202131510339</id><published>2004-04-15T21:10:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T21:14:10.733+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE FASHION OF CHOC BOMBIf you are going to watch a movie then you need to have something sweet to eat especially if you are watching "TWO WEEKS NOTICE". A film expecially for the fashion girls who love watching gooey movies, it's best companion is a Deep South Hokey Pokey Choc Bomb.Sorry only available in you got it the deep south here in New Zealand (as far as I am aware!).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/10820202131510339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/10820202131510339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#10820202131510339' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-108201988929458345</id><published>2004-04-15T21:04:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T21:08:46.936+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The most fashionable film of the moment. The Big Lebowski. Get it now. Watch it with your mates and be prepared to be airlifted to the heights of immeasurable laughter. It surely is the best movie I have seen since watching Star Wars on the big screen.Pink. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/108201988929458345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/108201988929458345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108201988929458345' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-108201883556092631</id><published>2004-04-15T20:56:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T21:01:08.610+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Flabbergasted. There is no other word for it. Mr Greenhouse Effect turns up early dishing out polar winds, grey blue seas and ghastly bitter nights, giving no thought for the mod-types dreaming of trips on their Vespas. Dunedin (by the way reported to be the hottest fashion city  in this neck of the polar regions),  has turned into a winter wonderland of scarfes, beanies, stockings, polar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/108201883556092631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/108201883556092631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108201883556092631' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-108029404849087780</id><published>2004-03-26T21:33:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T21:44:18.356+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pink reports from downtown Dunedin, New Zealand.If you want to find out about what is going on in fashion in Dunedin, New Zealand head on down to the university or as locals call it varsity. Some call it the inner city hub of the hilly town, where 20,000 students live, drink, shop and hang out.Pink reports the girls are wearing minis, converses, long socks and the ever endearing hip belt. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/108029404849087780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/108029404849087780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108029404849087780' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675900.post-108029230884672119</id><published>2004-03-26T21:09:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T21:24:36.810+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to the first edition of the Pink Pony Fashion Blog.If you love fashion, music and are stuck at your desk, unleash the fashion animal within and blog out with Pink Pony news.Coming at ya with Pink Pony, live from New Zealand.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/108029230884672119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675900/posts/default/108029230884672119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkponyfashion.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108029230884672119' title=''/><author><name>Miss Pink Pony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17085506598336081038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6366/372/1600/pink_pony_pic.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
