<?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-2864496774997520391</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:00:13.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tales Told</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ashraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792182202033772162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/S3bopWjyh_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/s2XXb6YwytQ/S220/eie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864496774997520391.post-3806689979747223810</id><published>2009-08-15T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:43:48.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Hobby, To Business</title><content type='html'>Around early April, my mom and aunt got together and baked cakes and cookies. At first. it was only for fun.So then one day, my mom got a phone call from an anonymous person that asked if she could ORDER my mom's cake and cookies. I know right? thus my mom with her baking expertise combined with my aunt's superior cookie/cake/cupcake designing skills and they formed a small &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; (sort of) by the name of The Cookie Jar. They had plenty of orders by the next couple of months.At times, i was hired as their 'delivery boy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By July, quite a number of followers praised The Cookie Jar's adequate and creative delicacies of cakes.It was remarkable that orders kept coming and the task was harder for every order.The hardest one would have to be the order for Bujang Nor's wedding anniversary. My mom had to baked 800, i reapeat 800 cupackes O_o i mean i myself was in shocked. I tried to help but, yaknow me :D so then The Cookie Jar were to be interviewed on tv! even my mom was like ZOMG ZOMG ROFL.so here's some pictures i took from the telly (i couldnt be at the studio because i was at school.HEH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/Spc-cYiHeHI/AAAAAAAAADs/o4qrxJJKjX0/s1600-h/Photo0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374833337632782450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/Spc-cYiHeHI/AAAAAAAAADs/o4qrxJJKjX0/s320/Photo0279.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My mom and my aunt with their expertise (notice the big head, yea its the tv :D) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SpZCO_ejf6I/AAAAAAAAADc/tldBhJR_TEY/s1600-h/Photo0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374556030638456738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SpZCO_ejf6I/AAAAAAAAADc/tldBhJR_TEY/s320/Photo0276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My aunt strutting her stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SpY7eCEcvQI/AAAAAAAAADU/kWEnkGMGiuc/s1600-h/Photo0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374548592450911490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SpY7eCEcvQI/AAAAAAAAADU/kWEnkGMGiuc/s320/Photo0277.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This was the slr cake that my mom and aunt baked for St Teresa's Photography club Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SpY5Jc9wSlI/AAAAAAAAADE/9la-uX9vyUQ/s1600-h/Photo0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374546039870081618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SpY5Jc9wSlI/AAAAAAAAADE/9la-uX9vyUQ/s320/Photo0274.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay at this particular moment, it's the perfect time to say "Hi mom!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Mom's in the pink, aunt's in the peach)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that pretty much sum's up what i want to tell you readers bout The Cookie Jar. For more information on The Cookie Jar, log on to their website &lt;a href="http://www.diwicookie-jar.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.diwicookie-jar.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S I'm proud of you mom! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, HENSHIN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864496774997520391-3806689979747223810?l=curlitupashraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/feeds/3806689979747223810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864496774997520391&amp;postID=3806689979747223810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/3806689979747223810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/3806689979747223810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-hobby-to-business.html' title='From Hobby, To Business'/><author><name>ashraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792182202033772162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/S3bopWjyh_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/s2XXb6YwytQ/S220/eie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/Spc-cYiHeHI/AAAAAAAAADs/o4qrxJJKjX0/s72-c/Photo0279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864496774997520391.post-1229784379791497780</id><published>2009-07-31T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:13:18.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatchu think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Heh, I'm really getting friggin tired of people nowadays.I'm currently referred to Hafiz. If you don't know who Hafiz is, he's the guy that's 2 years older than me, he goes to the same school as i do and guess what HE WAS IN 4C TOO (my current class) and yeah, he inherits those luscious curls just as i do. I guess it's true that every man has 7 identical look -alikes in the world. But hey, I'd thought it would be around the world ya know, as in internationally, not the 2 years older than me,same town,country,curly hair and same class kinda guy sigh. I bet there's an Indian look-alike of me out there *eyebrow2* . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well then back to the real world. It was Sunday the 26th, 6am. I was up an early ready to gaze on to the peaceful and calming morning. I made myself a burger and some hot dogs. I was off to cycle around the neighbourhood just to reminisce myself and enjoy mother nature. The thought of despair and stress were out of my mind as i cycled around. Abah came along as well, it was good that he wasn't going to waste his Sunday by lazing in bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We came upon a bunch of sultan and the agong himself passing by the main road. I couldn't stand the fact that those nosy cops had to shove us over even though we were cycling at the side of the road. They'd yell out "KE TEPI KE TEPI, OUT OF THE WAY OUT OF THE WAY!!", you see the main reason they do that is to ensure that the sultan/agong reaches to his destiny on time. But you gotta say, being rude is just harsh sometimes eventhough you didn't mean to do it. I was so pissed after the 4th sultan passed by i called one of the cops a "loogey" (just a word i use to describe fuglish people).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Abah didn't know because he was panting like hell, as in HUUUHEEHUUUHEEE and yeah it was pretty funny :D&lt;/span&gt; So then the cop slows down his big bike to match his speed with my bike. He then turns to me and asks me "Do you know what responsibilities we carry towards the sultan and his.......AIEH! you look like Hafiz!!!!!". I swear that was so damn embarrasing i was about to dig my own grave.As a result, i waved at him and said "Yes, I do look like him.Why whatsup?" and the cop was just complimenting my hair seemingly how it resembles Hafiz. He waved at me the sped up his motorbike.I mean what kind of looney cop stops just to say herendous comments to my face? Who does he think he is? John Travolta? No. So then, I was kinda glad that i didn't get the F bomb from the cop. Eventually abah and I completed our cycling escapade and then returned. If I were to learn anything, it was that :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1) Always make sure the hair is noticable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2) Cops in Sarawak are fanatic over Hafiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;3) Cycling is good for health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4) Always bring a watter bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5) NEVER FORGET TO PUMP THE TYRE OF YOUR BIKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6) Syed Mohd Ashraf is not in any relation or whatsoever with Hafiz AF7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364707395197491538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SnNE89aoWVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jtN56Lb-VCk/s320/deed.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364706808053870882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SnNEayIrsSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CiW5wdG4mt8/s320/Hafiz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT ME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Geddit? Think twice, wash your eyeballs if you have too. Teehee,till then, HENSHIN!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864496774997520391-1229784379791497780?l=curlitupashraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/feeds/1229784379791497780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864496774997520391&amp;postID=1229784379791497780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/1229784379791497780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/1229784379791497780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/2009/07/whatchu-think.html' title='Whatchu think?'/><author><name>ashraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792182202033772162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/S3bopWjyh_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/s2XXb6YwytQ/S220/eie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SnNE89aoWVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jtN56Lb-VCk/s72-c/deed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864496774997520391.post-7632892864297126043</id><published>2009-07-31T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T01:31:02.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ze Blog Ze Kimono</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HOKAY, i don't know why i'm so lazy to even type a word even if my insticnts tell me to.Well i'm back after a MONTH of not blogging, yes i have been busy, no Ellyas I have not been perming my hair if you a reading this.Let's move on. I made a new friend dear readers,ho ho she's so gonna kill meh for doing this but i don't care. Her name's Tysha,she's 15, she's a student of my dearly beloved orange headed science teacher at Sri Sarjana and she's suspected to have H1N1 =O HEH well at least i'm not bad mouthing about anyone aiy? hmm Tysha has this coloured hair (i presume it's orange) which is cool because you seldom see any orange head's in Kuching (except for the science teacher arerr) She's fun to chat with, a great pal,trustworthy and of course funny.She's always there when you need her to be.Hmm she's more like an angel trapped inside a 15 year old per say :P Okay now i sound as if i'm promoting her to the world (well basically i am -__-) so in this 32 minutes of thinking i made a loopy poem just to show how curly my mind is :D nah just kidding, i grabbed it from some website AHAHAHA.here you go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A friend is like a flower, a rose to be exact,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Or maybe like a brand new gate, that never comes unlatched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A friend is like an owl, both beautiful and wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost, whose spirit never dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;A friend is like a heart that goes strong until the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Where would we be in this world if we didnt have a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;XOXO KIMONO :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364676430951225490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SnMoymnCGJI/AAAAAAAAACs/FwuS3ULA12A/s320/tysha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864496774997520391-7632892864297126043?l=curlitupashraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/feeds/7632892864297126043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864496774997520391&amp;postID=7632892864297126043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/7632892864297126043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/7632892864297126043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/2009/07/ze-blog-ze-kimono.html' title='Ze Blog Ze Kimono'/><author><name>ashraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792182202033772162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/S3bopWjyh_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/s2XXb6YwytQ/S220/eie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SnMoymnCGJI/AAAAAAAAACs/FwuS3ULA12A/s72-c/tysha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864496774997520391.post-3443380247494402636</id><published>2009-06-26T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:38:12.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The King Of Pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SkSHu73GwcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dqkIHwUVmuk/s1600-h/michael-jackson-neverland%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351551497635545538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SkSHu73GwcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dqkIHwUVmuk/s320/michael-jackson-neverland%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Michael Joseph Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1958 - 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, Michael Joseph Jackson, also known for M.J and The King Of Pop, sadly passed away on the 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of June,2009 due to heart arrest. I KNOW! kinda sad eh. Well, no one really thought that he would die at that age. Well you know,life is short. I used to boogie to his songs when i was young. I really enjoyed his genre of POP, not like the lame ones you see on telly nowadays. I liked his moonwalk thingy, really cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. And I liked him when he was young (it's the hair). I wished i c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ould've&lt;/span&gt; have seen him alive and well, but i guess not everything you want goes it's way huh? I heard rumours that he convert to Islam? If so, he died on such a memorable day for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Muslims&lt;/span&gt;. May Allah Bless You Michael :) No one can ever replace the King Of Pop. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Amin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yarabbal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Alamin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864496774997520391-3443380247494402636?l=curlitupashraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/feeds/3443380247494402636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864496774997520391&amp;postID=3443380247494402636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/3443380247494402636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/3443380247494402636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/2009/06/king-of-pop.html' title='The King Of Pop'/><author><name>ashraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792182202033772162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/S3bopWjyh_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/s2XXb6YwytQ/S220/eie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SkSHu73GwcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dqkIHwUVmuk/s72-c/michael-jackson-neverland%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864496774997520391.post-5673097392547235300</id><published>2009-06-26T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:22:30.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoodles</title><content type='html'>W.O.W. Three months of not blogging means that i must be up to something.Well guess what? IM NOT. I'm just freakingly lazy rofl. My hair was still big back then. Now it's shorter than aunt kathy's moustache LOL. Well lets see, lets just do a quick recap what i did in the past two months :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) March 2009 - I sat for my exams, bought a new guitar amp and saw a clown riding a hummer (don't ask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) April 2009 - My sister Sophia celebrated her 11th birthday at carvery (I was there of course) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) May 2009 - WOWEE omg i dont even know if i should be posting this up but what the f right? 9th of may. The supposedly happiest day in my forked up life :) I saw Hafiz won AF7 (LOL) and and i still had long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) June 2009 - I celebrated Gawai. It was fun,well kinda.Rather than being drunk (no i was not intoxicated) and currently i'm into Architecthure and Pilot..and guitar...and HUSNA :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, that's just a recap. I'll be updatin real soon. Till then readers, HENSHIN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864496774997520391-5673097392547235300?l=curlitupashraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/feeds/5673097392547235300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864496774997520391&amp;postID=5673097392547235300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/5673097392547235300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/5673097392547235300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/2009/06/yoodles.html' title='Yoodles'/><author><name>ashraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792182202033772162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/S3bopWjyh_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/s2XXb6YwytQ/S220/eie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864496774997520391.post-8945962435417020829</id><published>2009-04-03T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:58:36.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Havent You Updated Your Blog?</title><content type='html'>Well, there you go.The title speaks for itself. I have not been blogging for about one month now.But alas im back, i've just been busy.Lets see uhh after my birthday a few stuff happened. Some of em included my team losing twice in 2 games (shut up dont rub it in), i sat for my exams ( i think i failed 3 subjects), erm i also made new friends, exercised and also tried to stay in good shape.Whats the point of blogging anyways? got any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864496774997520391-8945962435417020829?l=curlitupashraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/feeds/8945962435417020829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864496774997520391&amp;postID=8945962435417020829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/8945962435417020829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/8945962435417020829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-havent-you-updated-your-blog.html' title='Why Havent You Updated Your Blog?'/><author><name>ashraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792182202033772162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/S3bopWjyh_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/s2XXb6YwytQ/S220/eie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864496774997520391.post-1311675764149110331</id><published>2009-02-13T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T03:44:56.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 13th and 14th</title><content type='html'>Crap. I was suppose to post this bout two days ago but what the hell.Ahh, its that time of year again. Friday The 13th is such a herendous event that even i myself cant run away from it. I mean, legend has it that something bad is going to happen on Friday the 13th.pftttt yea roight. But likewise, imma still stick with the whole "spooky" tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, nothing really spooky happened on that particular day -_-&lt;br /&gt;Hmm let's see...something spooky eh....&lt;br /&gt;Well i saw a shirtless fat dude running around my area (kinda spooky looking at man boobs jiggling)&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much what i did on Friday -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move on to the next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velentines Day. Thats what February 14th stands for. A day where couples could share their cherished love no matter where there are (probably the toilet). Anyways, i had another photography club meeting at school from 8 to 11 in the morning. I went home after that. Me mates called me and asked me if i wanted to go to my schools mini concert (talentine). I was like hell yeah and so i took my cousin with me. UNFORTUNATELY, when i reached the entrance, a bloody nerd came up to me (he was guarding the door and he's also a god damn prefect in the school) says that i have to buy a ticket costing 6 bucks. What is this, a freakshow?! then when i paid for me and my cousin. we went inside. Once again, we were dashed with stupidity and annoying gestures from the guards ( god damn school prefects) asking wheres my ticket bla bla bla. The palce was so crowded and hot! It felt like being heated inside a pizza oven. I think i saw a dead lizard in the corner because it was so hot. Man, the air conditioning sucked big time and i didnt even get to see me mates! So me and my cousin went outside and planned to head to town. We eventually sold our tickets to some desperate girls outside the hall and got a profit of 5 bucks (smart eh *eyebrow eyebrow*) So me and my cousin did head to town. A lot of couples out there LOL. Even a freakin DiGi mascott wished me a happy valentines day -_- I met up with Husna and Aween and Spring and we hung out till around 5. i went home feeling tired and surprisingly happy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now its 15 February. One day before i turn 16. Looks like its my last blog for my 15 year old life. I had a great run. Hopefully all of those memories would be treasured and cherished in the future. Till then readers, HENSHIN!!  Goodbye 15 hello 16 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864496774997520391-1311675764149110331?l=curlitupashraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/feeds/1311675764149110331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864496774997520391&amp;postID=1311675764149110331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/1311675764149110331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/1311675764149110331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-13th-and-14th.html' title='February 13th and 14th'/><author><name>ashraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792182202033772162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/S3bopWjyh_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/s2XXb6YwytQ/S220/eie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864496774997520391.post-4424220849122150905</id><published>2009-01-24T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:52:57.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grande'</title><content type='html'>Ola readers. I've been so lazy to blog and yet i have so many tales to tell and share. My last blog was in late december 2008, and now its January 25th, one day before the chinese new year celebration. Lets see, uhhh on new year's i stayed home since i was feeling a bit blue.Then on the brink of 2009, abah gave me the new samsung phone and 3 grand. THANK YOU DADEH. Few days past and i started schooling again. I was placed into 4C which means i dropped a class (its because my name started with an 'S' and that the B class was too crowded,how lame)and oh yeah, my pmr results were okay and not bad. half-half to be exact.4A's and 4B's for a rookie. But all in all, i'm thankful that i didnt get any red marks and i made it to the science stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,back to the present. Yesterday abah went to pick up a french tourist (his best friend Jacques')and i'm not making this up, but i actually saw a real french dude. He was tall, handsome and guess what, we had the same hair type. curly wurly is always the best LOL. He came over the the borneo island to have some peace and tranquility from his hard hard work in Marseille, being a chef (i beg to differ). He wasnt married and didnt have a girlfriend. His defiant eyes explains it all.Nah, just kidding. He's married to a beautiful lady named Isabelle and they have a pair of adorable twins. But Isabelle and the twins couldnt make it because they were still at their grandma's place back in France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next day, which was Saturday the 24th, i was at school attending my photography club which surprisingly went well despite the havoc surrounding.I brought along my guitar and played some tunes with the lads. Till about 11, my dad and i headed for some brunch with Jacques. We ate FRENCH toast (hmm the word french dosent seem appealing) and some fries at Hilton restaurant or whatever its called. After that, it was around 3 and i was still with jacques.He kept on bragging bout something and ends up saying the word 'grande'.I didnt know what it meant but it sounded nice to me.I left the suite at 4 something and went home to go online.So basically thats whats up with me in January 2009. Hope to have a fun, thrilling and adventurous year ahead.Till then readers,HENSHIN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864496774997520391-4424220849122150905?l=curlitupashraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/feeds/4424220849122150905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864496774997520391&amp;postID=4424220849122150905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/4424220849122150905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/4424220849122150905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/2009/01/grande.html' title='Grande&apos;'/><author><name>ashraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792182202033772162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/S3bopWjyh_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/s2XXb6YwytQ/S220/eie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864496774997520391.post-1485252494123927864</id><published>2008-12-23T06:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:14:19.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tied To The System</title><content type='html'>2nd post of the day. Geez, just shows how boredom strikes you. I'm a little puzzled about my PMR results date. I kinda think its on 26th, but some say it's on 27th and some even say its on 30th. What the hell?! Sheesh i'm gonna go nuts not knowing when is it going to come out. I mean, it's my frigging result we're talking here! It's like a boarding pass either to haven or hell. Argh the education system just plain sucks in this country. Not to be distasteful, but since when did we start studying things that might boggle our minds and twist our thoughts? Hmph, sometimes education can be a real bummer, can't it? Anywho, i hope that my results exceed expectations or even be OUTSTANDING for my standard. I also hope all my friends would do well and pass with flying colours. Till then, HENSHIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864496774997520391-1485252494123927864?l=curlitupashraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/feeds/1485252494123927864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864496774997520391&amp;postID=1485252494123927864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/1485252494123927864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/1485252494123927864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/2008/12/tied-to-system.html' title='Tied To The System'/><author><name>ashraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792182202033772162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/S3bopWjyh_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/s2XXb6YwytQ/S220/eie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864496774997520391.post-4651914639774376308</id><published>2008-12-23T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T06:53:02.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh La La</title><content type='html'>Gah, its been a week since i posted a blog. Guess i'd better start typing again lol. Err, nothings really happened in the past few days so i was thinking i might start some mayhem in the neighbourhood. I was thinking of taking driving lessons from me pops. Unfortunately, he left Kuching for Miri. (i don't know what the hell is he doing there, but i guess it's some bussiness trip etc.) So then, me and the mates went cycling from my house to satok. it was tiring bet hell yeah we had a good time.Cycling here,cycling there.Ironically, we were almost chased by a friggin' dog. Luckily, it was chained to some pole. After that,we thought of cycling towards town! Little did we know it was raining heavily and i didnt bring any safety jacket or whatever people call it nowadays. Me and the lads stopped by Wisma Satok to wait untill the rain stopped pouring. Then, the funniest thing happened!! i saw a white guy, holding hands with another white guy. and i was like WHAT THE FUDGE?! is that even legal here?! Just a message to all homosexual men in the world. In a place like Kuching,Sarawak of Malaysia, you get beaten up to death by everyone.(granny's, aunties, uncle's, moms, dads,even kids) HAHA nahhhh i'm just kidding. It's just t'was my first time observing a gay couple =D they looked so happy! Till then readers, HENSHIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864496774997520391-4651914639774376308?l=curlitupashraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/feeds/4651914639774376308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864496774997520391&amp;postID=4651914639774376308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/4651914639774376308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/4651914639774376308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/2008/12/ooh-la-la.html' title='Ooh La La'/><author><name>ashraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792182202033772162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/S3bopWjyh_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/s2XXb6YwytQ/S220/eie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864496774997520391.post-484904907443443600</id><published>2008-12-17T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:11:39.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weirdest Thing</title><content type='html'>It was a rainy day on wednesday the 10th. I was at my cousin's place. We were planning to comfort ourselves by watching some good ol' telly. Then after 4 hours of sitting in front of the telly, my aunt told me and my cousin to go buy some groceries. She told us to buy some stuff so that she can cook us some food. (which realliy pisssed me off because i wanted to eat take out) So anyways, we went to the spring and bought all of the items we were told to buy. On the way home, we stopped by town just to hang out for a while. Then a foreigner came up to me and asked me for directions on  how to get to sarawak cultural village.I was lazy to tell him so i just said go straight,turn left and ask the person there (hehe). My cousin and i were at Tun Jugah to check out some clothes since its the sale and we thought we might have enough 'dough' to buy anything we couldnt buy before because of the price.We thought of buying some jeans and T's. Unfortunately, me and my dim-witted cousin left our wallets in the car,since we were to lazy to go get our wallets, we just decided to not buy the jeans and T's. It was raining heavily....again, and my aunt kept calling me to come back home A.S.A.P because she wanted to cook oh so badly. Then the weirdest thing happened. On the way home, a lonely pedestrian wanted to hitch our ride to go to somewhere near semariang. We felt sorry for him so my cousin and i decided to let him in.When we sent him to the destination he told us to send him, i was shocked like HELL because he said he lived in that creepy house that was said to be 'haunted' by many residents of that area mentioned. We went home after that feeling rather scared and puzzled. It was half past twelve, i was on my laptop in my cousin's room ans i SWEAR, i saw that same person that lived in the creepy house right in front of my aunts house! He still dressed the same way and his face expression was always the same! He looked like one of them Edward Hyde clan etc. So then my uncle wakes up and goes downstairs (alone) and asks him what the strange man wants. By the time my uncle went down, he was no longer there. And here i am bragging about this mysterious man in my blog. Untill this day, i have no idea whatsoever about that man. I just know that he's wearing a black torn shirt, dirty dark blue jeans and he keeps on making a strange face expression. Just be careful! I'm still scared like shit about that guy lol. But then, he wouldnt be a psycho person or anything,would he?Till then readers, HENSHIN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864496774997520391-484904907443443600?l=curlitupashraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/feeds/484904907443443600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864496774997520391&amp;postID=484904907443443600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/484904907443443600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/484904907443443600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/2008/12/weirdest-thing.html' title='The Weirdest Thing'/><author><name>ashraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792182202033772162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/S3bopWjyh_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/s2XXb6YwytQ/S220/eie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864496774997520391.post-7358406608462250657</id><published>2008-12-15T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:20:46.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New?</title><content type='html'>I lost my cellphone about a month ago at my relatives wedding.It was one of the coolest phone i have ever had. It's the Samsung SGH F480 (also known as the samsung tocco). So then i was kinda grounded for two weeks straight. I was detained from having a phone and so my only way of communication is only throught the computer (i know,LAME). So one day, my dad told me that if i learn from my lesson he would get me a new cellphone, and so he suggested either Sony Ericsson's XPeria or the new Samsung Pixon. So, help me choose fella's :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SUcrL6e4IYI/AAAAAAAAABo/c6237C9D4Ss/s1600-h/3%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280236571792515458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SUcrL6e4IYI/AAAAAAAAABo/c6237C9D4Ss/s320/3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the Samsung Pixon phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SUcrrzecI_I/AAAAAAAAABw/61gTKvBu7L8/s1600-h/sony-ericsson-xperia-x1-smartphone%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280237119667446770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SUcrrzecI_I/AAAAAAAAABw/61gTKvBu7L8/s320/sony-ericsson-xperia-x1-smartphone%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; here we have the Sony Ericsson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Xperia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So yeah, both phones are like hubba-hubba, but i can only choose one! grrr. But at least i get to have a nice cellphone! till then, HENSHIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864496774997520391-7358406608462250657?l=curlitupashraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/feeds/7358406608462250657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864496774997520391&amp;postID=7358406608462250657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/7358406608462250657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/7358406608462250657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-new.html' title='Something New?'/><author><name>ashraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792182202033772162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/S3bopWjyh_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/s2XXb6YwytQ/S220/eie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SUcrL6e4IYI/AAAAAAAAABo/c6237C9D4Ss/s72-c/3%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864496774997520391.post-3261257310246409886</id><published>2008-12-14T23:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:18:14.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back When We Were Infants</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SUYTrY-2dvI/AAAAAAAAABA/3_wrR4GQ_NQ/s1600-h/Maskman.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279929249299855090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SUYTrY-2dvI/AAAAAAAAABA/3_wrR4GQ_NQ/s320/Maskman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SUYTUYVGjZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cV1cCDeO6fo/s1600-h/Battle+Fever+J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279928853987757458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SUYTUYVGjZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cV1cCDeO6fo/s320/Battle+Fever+J.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SUYS8pi35NI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NEFRVql1FTo/s1600-h/Flashman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279928446292059346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SUYS8pi35NI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NEFRVql1FTo/s320/Flashman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember back in the days when we used to crowd ourselves in front of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wacth&lt;/span&gt; our most cherished &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; shows? Well then. Recently, i was busy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surfin&lt;/span&gt; the net and wondering where the hell did all of this wonderful series came from.Turns out it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;japanese&lt;/span&gt; power rangers show.I KNOW.That is just so immature of me but what can i say? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Childhoood&lt;/span&gt; memories just come and go. If you think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; too old to watch this kinda of show,then you can go jump into the sea and drown because its these kind of shows that made entertainment LIVE. Well obviously telling you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; going to be enough,so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; posting some mid 70's or 80's pictures of the once and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lovable&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; show, Power Rangers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;XP&lt;/span&gt;. Now i don't despise people who oppose of this,but before you do want to critic on this, think back of what was your favourite show when you were a kid? Touche' everybody. That's it for the "Japanese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sentai&lt;/span&gt; Forum". It's just to reprimand everybody how our childhood was like back then. Till then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;HENSHIN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864496774997520391-3261257310246409886?l=curlitupashraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/feeds/3261257310246409886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864496774997520391&amp;postID=3261257310246409886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/3261257310246409886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/3261257310246409886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-when-we-were-infants.html' title='Back When We Were Infants'/><author><name>ashraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792182202033772162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/S3bopWjyh_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/s2XXb6YwytQ/S220/eie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/SUYTrY-2dvI/AAAAAAAAABA/3_wrR4GQ_NQ/s72-c/Maskman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864496774997520391.post-340527896548673977</id><published>2008-12-05T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:32:06.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival</title><content type='html'>Not to brag, but i have re-created &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;curlitup&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; once again&lt;br /&gt;it will be updated from day to day&lt;br /&gt;i will come up with some great ideas and hope that you will like my blog&lt;br /&gt;p.s its my first post so shut up if it sucks =P&lt;br /&gt;at this very moment......&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I AM&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;BACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2864496774997520391-340527896548673977?l=curlitupashraf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/feeds/340527896548673977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2864496774997520391&amp;postID=340527896548673977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/340527896548673977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2864496774997520391/posts/default/340527896548673977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curlitupashraf.blogspot.com/2008/12/revival.html' title='Revival'/><author><name>ashraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15792182202033772162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__I6PoQ_JOso/S3bopWjyh_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/s2XXb6YwytQ/S220/eie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
