<?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-7144865419086461798</id><updated>2011-12-11T21:50:26.403+08:00</updated><category term='the banana milk was insanely good'/><category term='little things little things'/><category term='cold go away'/><category term='hair why you no do this everyday'/><category term='oh man totally loving skins right now'/><category term='callan mcauliffe have my babies'/><category term='i support asians okay'/><category term='community'/><category term='alex pettyfer'/><category term='i will marathon vampire soon'/><category term='glee'/><category term='memoirs of a teenage amnesiac'/><category term='i am number four'/><category term='hello embarrassing past'/><category term='how i met your mother'/><category term='girl crush'/><category term='i like cute asian boys and i can&apos;t deny'/><category term='chord overstreet have my babies'/><category term='no i don&apos;t have a folder called nudes'/><category term='kenichi matsuyama'/><category term='oh don&apos;t mind me'/><category term='why don&apos;t you swim to cuba'/><category term='so don&apos;t get your hopes up i&apos;m just a fuckup'/><category term='one direction'/><category term='itskingsleybitch'/><category term='oh noes'/><category term='fahrenheit'/><category term='wah justine cheem cheem all ah'/><category term='zai zai ni hao shuai wor'/><category term='jiro wang have my babies'/><category term='not diet coke'/><category term='i miss this show though'/><category term='look at how adorable cameron looks'/><category term='okay i&apos;m weird'/><category term='jizzzzzzzz'/><category term='t t t tasty tasteh'/><category term='thank you for your time'/><category term='tumbling boys are cute'/><category term='hehehehe can i have them both please'/><category term='old fall out boy i miss you'/><category term='norwegian wood'/><category term='hellz yeah i&apos;m cryptic'/><category term='officially excited for 9 feb'/><category term='irrelevant dawson gif'/><category term='sheldon cooper'/><category term='maki horikita'/><category term='fml why don&apos;t i look like them'/><category term='true story'/><category term='mike chang&apos;s abs'/><category term='i&apos;m bored lah okay'/><category term='cuba libre'/><title type='text'>Do I Make You Sweat?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>509</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-8970487416931081636</id><published>2011-12-11T21:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:50:26.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one direction'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: All the Way - Allstar Weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that most of my assignments are behind (since the 2 week Christmas break is coming up), I've been feeling significantly more relaxed than I've ever been since school started. My biggest worry is probably the upcoming photo essay that I have due when school restarts. But let's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUi-sxxkDTg/TuStL-6vAfI/AAAAAAAAAyU/NwlhV6Xuqfw/s1600/Nokia-1D-418-1024x825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUi-sxxkDTg/TuStL-6vAfI/AAAAAAAAAyU/NwlhV6Xuqfw/s320/Nokia-1D-418-1024x825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684859051027923442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sent in my One Direction album review, which I have to say I feel pretty proud of, so let's hope it doesn't get returned to me filled with edits. Besides writing my review for "Up All Night", I also worked on another One Direction assignment - A video podcast for my radio production module! That was quite... fun, I guess? It did give me an excuse to endlessly scroll through dozens of One Direction tumblr blogs. I've found out that the one telltale sign that I'm really proud of my work is when I cannot stop listening/reading/watching it. I know that makes it sound like I'm completely full of myself, but I put alot of effort into them, so back off okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is it with me and One Direction. I never really cared for them previously even though they occasionally appeared on my Tumblr dash. I just thought they were just a bunch of cute-looking British boys from X Factor. And then I saw this damn photoset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://onedirection-slo.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/tumblr_lv8o0nSqlp1qhbsgwo1_r1_250.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://onedirection-slo.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/tumblr_lv8o0nSqlp1qhbsgwo2_250.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://onedirection-slo.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/tumblr_lv8o0nSqlp1qhbsgwo3_250.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They. Stripped. Their. Dolls. Really, how could I not look them up after that? So I downloaded the album and the rest, as they say, is history. They really are so cheeky and adorable. They kinda remind me of McFly way back when I was still obsessed with them, except instrument-less and way cuter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a whole year and a half late to the 1D party, but better late than never, right? I wish I kept up with them during their time on X Factor though because now I honestly can't be bothered to look up their performances and past interviews because I'll just feel like an outdated fangirl (and ok, I'm lazy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just happily settle for looking at pictures and cute gifs from interviews that people have reblogged as well as keep "Up All Night" on replay. Their acoustic version of 'One Thing' is insanely good though. They should really make Louis sing more. Love love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDv7efxb4No?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDv7efxb4No?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um back to a school-related topic, I'm feeling quite stoked for our radio drama idea, though we might end up taking the easy way out and do a radio feature instead. But seriously, just picture it: The scene starts with the murder of one of your most beloved fairytale characters, and every one of the fairytale characters is a suspect. Fairytale Ending - Say goodbye to fairytales as you know them. So it's a murder/mystery/fantasy Cluedo-meets-fairytales type of story. Ugh it has so. much. potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some gifs (that are unsurprisingly, not mine) for your viewing pleasure. Have your pick (but not really, since almost all of them are spoken for - and by real-life ladies too, not delusional fangirls like you and me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 253px; height: 253px;" src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/tumblr_lvb1stnipP1qzlft1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 294px; height: 166px;" src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/tumblr_lvb3do6p481qkouwt.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/tumblr_lvb3c4D6gS1qkouwt.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/tumblr_lvsf24qT581qiw76x.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 298px; height: 166px;" src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/tumblr_lvb2h18Fd51qbldr0.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/tumblr_lv53t9GtIB1qb0382.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&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/7144865419086461798-8970487416931081636?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/8970487416931081636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=8970487416931081636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/8970487416931081636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/8970487416931081636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/12/music-all-way-allstar-weekend-now-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUi-sxxkDTg/TuStL-6vAfI/AAAAAAAAAyU/NwlhV6Xuqfw/s72-c/Nokia-1D-418-1024x825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-8960220904124646847</id><published>2011-11-20T02:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T02:34:21.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-ubrwLOMy8/Tsf1ym2CUzI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Rmckn-UQa-Q/s1600/Gabriel_Ex06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-ubrwLOMy8/Tsf1ym2CUzI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Rmckn-UQa-Q/s320/Gabriel_Ex06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676776105093255986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4OiBKfZLMw/Tsf1ydKchTI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Ke2zI7QEXaM/s1600/Gabriel_2009_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4OiBKfZLMw/Tsf1ydKchTI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Ke2zI7QEXaM/s320/Gabriel_2009_04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676776102494504242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SNa6oTpccw/Tsf1yAwcyQI/AAAAAAAAAxw/C9Qdu2ohJf8/s1600/Gabriel_2009_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SNa6oTpccw/Tsf1yAwcyQI/AAAAAAAAAxw/C9Qdu2ohJf8/s320/Gabriel_2009_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676776094869276930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XlZKZFHbrpY/Tsf1x4OZMEI/AAAAAAAAAxk/EhuVXBMoy6I/s1600/Gabriel_2009_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XlZKZFHbrpY/Tsf1x4OZMEI/AAAAAAAAAxk/EhuVXBMoy6I/s320/Gabriel_2009_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676776092578951234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we all just take a moment to appreciate how goddamned good-looking this man is, please? Seriously, how the hell is he 39 years old? I'm 8 episodes into Revenge, and aside from his little... tryst with Tyler, I am all onboard the Nolan ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just finished watching Josie and the Pussycats, and all I have to show for it is a super strong urge to watch She's All That and a giant crush on Alan M, played by dear 29-year-old Gabriel Mann. Who looks the same as he does now, by the way. What is it with celebrities and their superior genes, honestly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-8960220904124646847?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/8960220904124646847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=8960220904124646847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/8960220904124646847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/8960220904124646847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/11/can-we-all-just-take-moment-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-ubrwLOMy8/Tsf1ym2CUzI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Rmckn-UQa-Q/s72-c/Gabriel_Ex06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-2810436359000423497</id><published>2011-11-11T01:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T02:13:58.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Undercover - Allstar Weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2PAAhAkzFo/TrwUPm8hyiI/AAAAAAAAAxY/4fQozvyg-aU/s1600/tumblr_lqsx6pY7bs1qb82iyo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2PAAhAkzFo/TrwUPm8hyiI/AAAAAAAAAxY/4fQozvyg-aU/s320/tumblr_lqsx6pY7bs1qb82iyo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673431888964995618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I submitted my article for online journ today, 3 days late, but submitted nonetheless. I've got a shit ton of work to do this weekend like finish scripting my radio capsule for one, as well as my WISP essay (which was supposed to be completed by now) and my annotated bibliography for MASINA. I am completely swamped. But for some reason, I'm feeling pretty alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the first episode of Revenge converting in Videora as I type so I can load it into my phone to watch, and I watched a pretty sweet movie today (and so much partial nudity, you guys!!!!!1). And I didn't get carded for an NC16 movie too. So that was a nice change. And my wallpaper makes me smile like ^________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fa2VidoNRVs/TrwPg11_YlI/AAAAAAAAAxM/m8za606ADbA/s1600/Picture%2B1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fa2VidoNRVs/TrwPg11_YlI/AAAAAAAAAxM/m8za606ADbA/s320/Picture%2B1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673426687463744082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, little things do make a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-2810436359000423497?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/2810436359000423497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=2810436359000423497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/2810436359000423497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/2810436359000423497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/11/music-undercover-allstar-weekend-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2PAAhAkzFo/TrwUPm8hyiI/AAAAAAAAAxY/4fQozvyg-aU/s72-c/tumblr_lqsx6pY7bs1qb82iyo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-4845748579854683422</id><published>2011-10-25T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T23:42:07.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was having a conversation with a friend recently and she told me how even though it's embarrassing, one of the things she likes to do is to go back and read all her old blog entries and laugh at how lame she was. So of course I was like, "Oh my god, me too!" And that was what inspired me to subject myself to literary torture by revisiting my old entries again. Okay, the experience wasn't half as bad as I thought it would be - I only cringed like maybe once or twice. Anyway, the point is, I found an entry that dated back to the 11th of October 2007, almost exactly four years ago. I posted an excerpt of an MSN conversation I had with Imran, back when I used to chat with him online practically all the time. Looking at the conversation kinda makes me wish I was still friends with him. I have to admit, the guy's hilarious. I think I actually laughed out loud after reading it. Here it is. I think it's pretty obvious his are the lines in dark blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;can u believe i watched high school musical 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;the whole thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. You gave yourself a pedicure and your toe came off and came back on. Works for me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. You gave yourself a pedicure and your toe came off and came back on. Works for me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i did too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. You gave yourself a pedicure and your toe came off and came back on. Works for me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;it was horrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;i watched it while i was babysitting my cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;whats ur excuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. You gave yourself a pedicure and your toe came off and came back on. Works for me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;uhhh.... i...i... uh.... -shifty eyes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. You gave yourself a pedicure and your toe came off and came back on. Works for me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;zac efron's cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. You gave yourself a pedicure and your toe came off and came back on. Works for me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;he is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;wel.....actually he's kinda...-shifty eyes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;well*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. You gave yourself a pedicure and your toe came off and came back on. Works for me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;he is a billion times better looking than jesse mccartney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;jesse is not a guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;that THING isnt even human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. You gave yourself a pedicure and your toe came off and came back on. Works for me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;so evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. You gave yourself a pedicure and your toe came off and came back on. Works for me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;what has he ever done to you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;that song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;that horrible song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;beautiful soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. You gave yourself a pedicure and your toe came off and came back on. Works for me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;eh, i like that song okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;thus proving my point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. You gave yourself a pedicure and your toe came off and came back on. Works for me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;how does that prove your point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fine. You gave yourself a pedicure and your toe came off and came back on. Works for me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;What IS your point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;if u like a song means it sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fine. You gave yourself a pedicure and your toe came off and came back on. Works for me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;hello, that is SO not true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;sure.....-shifty eyes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-eyes still shifting-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. You gave yourself a pedicure and your toe came off and came back on. Works for me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fine. You gave yourself a pedicure and your toe came off and came back on. Works for me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;you do that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;is it me or do pants seems useless nowadays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. You gave yourself a pedicure and your toe came off and came back on. Works for me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;no way man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fine. You gave yourself a pedicure and your toe came off and came back on. Works for me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i just bought a pair of green jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fine. You gave yourself a pedicure and your toe came off and came back on. Works for me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. You gave yourself a pedicure and your toe came off and came back on. Works for me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i had to tell somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;green/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. You gave yourself a pedicure and your toe came off and came back on. Works for me. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;yes, green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;come into my home will ya. i'll show you, you bastard says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-eyes havent stopped shifting from when we were talking about jesse-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I the only one who found that absolutely hilarious? Now I'm just sitting here picturing his eyes continuously rolling around in its sockets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-4845748579854683422?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/4845748579854683422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=4845748579854683422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/4845748579854683422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/4845748579854683422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-was-having-conversation-with-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-1730416729715787096</id><published>2011-10-16T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T23:29:32.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUUg7lrjseE/Tpr4UOrpQ2I/AAAAAAAAAxA/fb_UlwrU0b8/s1600/tumblr_lb55y0Lj8s1qzfcxso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUUg7lrjseE/Tpr4UOrpQ2I/AAAAAAAAAxA/fb_UlwrU0b8/s320/tumblr_lb55y0Lj8s1qzfcxso1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664112507794047842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-1730416729715787096?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/1730416729715787096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=1730416729715787096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/1730416729715787096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/1730416729715787096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUUg7lrjseE/Tpr4UOrpQ2I/AAAAAAAAAxA/fb_UlwrU0b8/s72-c/tumblr_lb55y0Lj8s1qzfcxso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-6365367577305171185</id><published>2011-10-16T02:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T02:43:40.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched one of the best movies I've seen in awhile. And that's rare especially when the movie industry now is filled with recycled scripts and completely predictable crap. I loved everything about it and I kinda love Teresa Palmer ever since I saw her kick ass and be the only good thing about I Am Number Four. The soundtrack also simultaneously makes me smile like crazy and want to cry from how much I wish I were living in the 80s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5gYL9znVmGs?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5gYL9znVmGs?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the themes I could really relate with was not knowing what to do with what we're given. I know I'm young and I'm not supposed to have it all figured out yet, but there are a billion others who do and it scares the hell out of me. And what if I never figure it out? Do I just waste my life away, then? Or do I do something that makes money WHILE I figure my shit out? And then if I never do figure it out, I'll just do this money-making crappy job that doesn't make me happy at all until I die. Yup. Sounds like a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tori: &lt;/span&gt;I hate it. I hate my job. Wow. I've never said that out loud before. But I do! I hate it. I do. I hate all of this. Crazy, right? But I just keep thinking, "Do I really wanna do this? Is this what I wanna do with my life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt:&lt;/span&gt; Is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tori:&lt;/span&gt; I don't know! That's the thing! I'm so confused and I really don't know. God, I'm sorry. This must sound ridiculous to you. You are obviously very smart at your job and-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt: &lt;/span&gt;No! Are you kidding me? I've got this thing I know I'm good at, that everyone in my life expects me to turn into a career. But I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tori:&lt;/span&gt; I know. I feel the exact same way everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah! And then there's no turning back right? It's gonna be like family, and mortgage, and like there's no way to quit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tori: &lt;/span&gt;I know. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt:&lt;/span&gt; It's a trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tori:&lt;/span&gt; It's a trap. ...God, that sounds so messed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-6365367577305171185?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/6365367577305171185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=6365367577305171185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/6365367577305171185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/6365367577305171185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-watched-one-of-best-movies-ive-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-8266285521967590677</id><published>2011-10-15T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T20:34:14.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a bid to find the perfect word to describe all these... feelings I've been feeling lately, I finally decided that "melancholy" pretty much describes it to a T. According to Wikipedia, melancholia is a "mood disorder of non-specific depression, characterized by low levels of both enthusiasm and eagerness for activity". To put it simply, I have these bouts of indescribable sadness and I kinda hate going out. And if I didn't actually need social interaction to maintain my sanity, I would probably just lock myself in my room all day long. And I'd probably be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched The Art of Getting By today. It wasn't fantastic but I guess I could relate to George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;George: &lt;/span&gt;We're living in a dying time, you know? I mean, you got global warming, wars, terrorism, tsunamis... And we're definitely on the downhill side, so what are we working towards? What's the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally: &lt;/span&gt;I thought I had fears. But they're pretty run-of-the-mill. Pain, death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;George:&lt;/span&gt; No, not me. I fear life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally: &lt;/span&gt;Do you have any friends, George?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;George:&lt;/span&gt; I'm kind of a misanthrope. Not a choice, just a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend all our time working towards something and for what? What's the point? The destination's the same in the end. I don't know. Putting it like that sounds depressing, but isn't it true though? It all kind of seems pointless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-8266285521967590677?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/8266285521967590677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=8266285521967590677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/8266285521967590677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/8266285521967590677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-bid-to-find-perfect-word-to-describe.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-9101341231982943363</id><published>2011-09-22T23:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T23:41:14.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irrelevant dawson gif'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hair. I got it cut today for the first time in more than half a year and while I don't hate it, I'm not all over it either. To the ordinary eye, it probably doesn't even look like there's a difference but I. Know. I was looking through my Photobooth and I found a few videos where my hair looked as good as it could possibly look given its texture and my uh, non-maintenance, and I'm kinda saddened. It was glorious. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 325px; height: 227px;" src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/kueh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy having a moving me on your screen. Please excuse the fact that I'm acting cute and that my face looks like a freaking kueh. Or ba zhang. Same difference. Needless to say, that video is NEVER seeing the light of day. I don't understand how anyone not drop dead gorgeous would be brave enough to post their selcas on Tumblr where a billion people would see it. Really. I guess it's got something to do with self-confidence or some other crap. The only reason I'm even BHB enough to GIF my own freaking face is because no one ever reads this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I kinda have a thing for GIFs. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/dawsoncry.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&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/7144865419086461798-9101341231982943363?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/9101341231982943363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=9101341231982943363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/9101341231982943363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/9101341231982943363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/09/hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-131333939104602860</id><published>2011-09-14T22:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T23:28:41.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No more down-in-the-dumps Justine. Today shall be the start of tomorrow-will-be-a-better-day eternal optimist Justine. I mean it. Okay, I'll probably regret this decision by the time I click 'Publish Post'. So now I'm currently on my break and eagerly waiting for the money to roll in from my August pay, taxi claims as well as the money I got from writing that Seventeen article. That's not really happening at the moment. Give it one or two more weeks. ...I hope. If not, then I'm already spending money I don't have. Which means I'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of spending, the past two weeks has mostly been spent in bed or in the kitchen. I've started watching Awkward, and it is just awesome. Just a little TV show where you don't have to think so much and there's not too much drama, and most of the conflict gets resolved at the end of 20 minutes. Which is what I wish could be said about real life. Other than the usual TV shows, this week has been a little quiet. I've just slayed through most of the MTV Match Up episodes for the second time while working on my contest entry for SG(x)clusive and it's no wonder Block B's my favourite group. They really are just the biggest dorks ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 329px; height: 163px;" src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/beggarco.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And a very happy birthday to you, Woo Jiho. Happy 19th/20th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week should be a better week! And by better, I mean I'll actually leave the confines of my house. I can just feel the positivity pumping through my veins! In case anyone's interested, here's how the rest of my eventful night will go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Watch episode 9 of Awkward&lt;br /&gt;- Watch episode 1 of The Musical (...maybe)&lt;br /&gt;- Make a few MBLAQ/Mir gifs&lt;br /&gt;- Curl up with a book&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-131333939104602860?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/131333939104602860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=131333939104602860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/131333939104602860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/131333939104602860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-more-down-in-dumps-justine.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-1215910407809305045</id><published>2011-08-23T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T01:45:12.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVEFRYiUdWw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVEFRYiUdWw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An entire movie about a boy and his kitty. I think I might just pass out from the cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-1215910407809305045?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/1215910407809305045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=1215910407809305045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/1215910407809305045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/1215910407809305045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/08/entire-movie-about-boy-and-his-kitty.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-5059478945503352717</id><published>2011-07-07T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T00:36:03.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair why you no do this everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh noes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 332px; height: 244px;" src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/iwantmyhairback.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair was doing what I wanted it to the other day. So I took a picture. I didn't comb it and everything. And oh yeah guess who was just awarded an NP Academic Scholarship. Yeah~ feeling pretty nerdy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E5dV2_0Je4Q/ThSNQKMySBI/AAAAAAAAAws/n7fL0kG7Bhw/s1600/tumblr_lnq5z7hPWf1qda5qro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E5dV2_0Je4Q/ThSNQKMySBI/AAAAAAAAAws/n7fL0kG7Bhw/s320/tumblr_lnq5z7hPWf1qda5qro1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626277143247996946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm bored and putting off going to sleep, here's a list of some of my current &lt;s&gt;I wouldn't call them&lt;/s&gt;obsessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Block B (particularly P.O. and Zico)&lt;br /&gt;2. Biscuit Teacher and Star Candy (someone please explain this title to me)&lt;br /&gt;3. Beast&lt;br /&gt;4. Butteredgun (why you want to suck my money dry. whyyyyy~)&lt;br /&gt;5. Junho's bright red hair (it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally random: But just so this blog space won't become a barren piece of land where I crap all over twice a month with random pictures of too-young guys that only me and no else find attractive, I think I may do a makeup tutorial thing? Okay, probably just a visual listing of all the shit I put on my face to become the total hottie that I am. Because you're worth it. Okay fine, it's because I'm lazy. And because I hate watching myself talk on video. But mostly 'cause I'm lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-5059478945503352717?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/5059478945503352717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=5059478945503352717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5059478945503352717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5059478945503352717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-hair-was-doing-what-i-wanted-it-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E5dV2_0Je4Q/ThSNQKMySBI/AAAAAAAAAws/n7fL0kG7Bhw/s72-c/tumblr_lnq5z7hPWf1qda5qro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-1181256604472036421</id><published>2011-06-20T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T23:04:59.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so tired. I'm just so sick and tired of pretending to give a shit.&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/7144865419086461798-1181256604472036421?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/1181256604472036421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=1181256604472036421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/1181256604472036421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/1181256604472036421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-5351277197587321568</id><published>2011-06-19T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T00:59:06.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kI-qHNUq780/TfzZBlfv7UI/AAAAAAAAAwk/VyVyksQi5OM/s1600/kangchanhee3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kI-qHNUq780/TfzZBlfv7UI/AAAAAAAAAwk/VyVyksQi5OM/s320/kangchanhee3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619605056319909186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iqc7ZBoBjik/TfzZBLzBUQI/AAAAAAAAAwc/990iuzCCX54/s1600/kangchanhee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iqc7ZBoBjik/TfzZBLzBUQI/AAAAAAAAAwc/990iuzCCX54/s320/kangchanhee2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619605049421418754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GbkbT8hQt0I/TfzZAb3zzKI/AAAAAAAAAwU/K1GhxwSNlzU/s1600/kangchanhee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GbkbT8hQt0I/TfzZAb3zzKI/AAAAAAAAAwU/K1GhxwSNlzU/s320/kangchanhee1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619605036556602530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kawaii this boy. They just keep getting younger and younger.&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/7144865419086461798-5351277197587321568?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/5351277197587321568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=5351277197587321568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5351277197587321568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5351277197587321568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-kawaii-this-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kI-qHNUq780/TfzZBlfv7UI/AAAAAAAAAwk/VyVyksQi5OM/s72-c/kangchanhee3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-2215836709828454427</id><published>2011-06-17T21:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T01:22:08.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JyBn5gj9y3M/TfuJsioqIcI/AAAAAAAAAwM/OO_XeeBYz18/s1600/090919212269432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JyBn5gj9y3M/TfuJsioqIcI/AAAAAAAAAwM/OO_XeeBYz18/s320/090919212269432.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619236358379413954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched Post Grad for the second time today. And while the movie was mediocre at best, it did present me with the perfect opportunity to finally pinpoint my ideal type. Though this "ideal" would probably fit into a stereotype that's typically seen in media and not, you know, real life. If you're familiar with the movie, which you won't be, the character that Zach Gilford played is just... indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of how adorably awkward he played the character, it just makes me wanna smile and laugh and cry and pull my hair out all at the same time it's just so perfect. I was going to list down the qualities of this perfect specimen but it ended up sounding kinda generic. I mean, guy who plays guitar, sing, and has a cute smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene where he was just sitting at the clothing store and waiting for Rydon to change and he started singing this horribly off-key song he just made up on the spot about her, all while smiling adorably at the ladies at the counter who were so totally falling all over him. Oh my goodness. Just perfect. If the adorkable boy-next-door type is your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cai&lt;/span&gt;, please download this movie right now. You can thank me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super old pic but I love my nails here. Ugh Korean class tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 326px; height: 244px;" src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/nailz.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7144865419086461798-2215836709828454427?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/2215836709828454427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=2215836709828454427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/2215836709828454427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/2215836709828454427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-just-watched-post-grad-for-second.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JyBn5gj9y3M/TfuJsioqIcI/AAAAAAAAAwM/OO_XeeBYz18/s72-c/090919212269432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-3264776752259644790</id><published>2011-06-13T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T23:20:09.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hehehehe can i have them both please'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cThQcdDvkVE/TfYpxwBHy9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/QGM-AG8j4Ug/s1600/197985_205841346110465_205840089443924_737408_6057932_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cThQcdDvkVE/TfYpxwBHy9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/QGM-AG8j4Ug/s320/197985_205841346110465_205840089443924_737408_6057932_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617723519871208402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So cute so cute so cute. Okay, Justine, stop creeping on little boys. D:&lt;br /&gt;Irrelevant, but Junho from 2pm says, "If I get a girlfriend, I want to shower with her."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-3264776752259644790?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/3264776752259644790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=3264776752259644790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3264776752259644790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3264776752259644790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-cute-so-cute-so-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cThQcdDvkVE/TfYpxwBHy9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/QGM-AG8j4Ug/s72-c/197985_205841346110465_205840089443924_737408_6057932_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-3824886798168897042</id><published>2011-06-13T19:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T20:11:21.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hellz yeah i&apos;m cryptic'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 325px; height: 246px;" src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/dyed1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was such a perfect day though the ending wasn't so much (but let's not go there). It's just one of those days where everything falls into place - from churning out my dreaded monthly log much quickly than I thought I would, to being pretty productive with my snippets, and even coming home, where I spent five minutes staring holes into the back of a stranger's head (holy hotness). Probably a year or two younger too (ahem, my type *coughcough*) and just came back from overseas (somewhere amazing, I would imagine). Besides being within touching distance from a really cute boy, I also had fun at work today. Totally not how I thought the day was gonna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then let's rewind a day back where I spent the first half of it cooped up in a dark, dark place with several hundred strangers. It was for something I still can't quite decide is cool or lame. Let's just go with cool. Yeah, I was doing something cool. And then I'll spend most of tomorrow out of the office. I'll be going back to school to collect my report. Sigh school. Feels like a lifetime ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel my disappointment emanating in waves, kthxbyeforever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-3824886798168897042?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/3824886798168897042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=3824886798168897042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3824886798168897042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3824886798168897042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/06/today-was-such-perfect-day-though.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-3985279310187292410</id><published>2011-06-10T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T00:32:52.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aBtn807Y_mA/TfD1cpxdmZI/AAAAAAAAAvo/f5EozUiIuj4/s1600/hottiesanghee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aBtn807Y_mA/TfD1cpxdmZI/AAAAAAAAAvo/f5EozUiIuj4/s320/hottiesanghee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616258607929465234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I have this hottie in my pants right now pls. I'm so glad he got his haircut. He actually looks his age now (a 1990-er!) instead of looking like some ahjussi.&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/7144865419086461798-3985279310187292410?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/3985279310187292410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=3985279310187292410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3985279310187292410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3985279310187292410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/06/can-i-have-this-hottie-in-my-pants.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aBtn807Y_mA/TfD1cpxdmZI/AAAAAAAAAvo/f5EozUiIuj4/s72-c/hottiesanghee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-4371456771294904990</id><published>2011-05-23T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:34:27.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fml why don&apos;t i look like them'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4nutmT5QzU/TdpiTMTS5EI/AAAAAAAAAvc/4NVW41b9KLU/s1600/Min_Hyo_Rin_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4nutmT5QzU/TdpiTMTS5EI/AAAAAAAAAvc/4NVW41b9KLU/s320/Min_Hyo_Rin_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609904367702565954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EKXEG2ZQF0g/TdphNZX2unI/AAAAAAAAAvU/KQTFf0DeJsg/s1600/InStlye.Min-HyoRin041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EKXEG2ZQF0g/TdphNZX2unI/AAAAAAAAAvU/KQTFf0DeJsg/s320/InStlye.Min-HyoRin041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609903168620509810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0a1EsXuXDY/TdphNUEHUPI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Bf063B-9IBg/s1600/03413a897dd64907_minhyorin_elle_nov2010_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0a1EsXuXDY/TdphNUEHUPI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Bf063B-9IBg/s320/03413a897dd64907_minhyorin_elle_nov2010_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609903167195533554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1HNFr6hE5KU/TdphNOho5uI/AAAAAAAAAvE/e11xeNvi4R4/s1600/48bcec25b06edfc3_minhyorin_elle_nov2010_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1HNFr6hE5KU/TdphNOho5uI/AAAAAAAAAvE/e11xeNvi4R4/s320/48bcec25b06edfc3_minhyorin_elle_nov2010_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609903165708756706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-4371456771294904990?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/4371456771294904990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=4371456771294904990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/4371456771294904990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/4371456771294904990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4nutmT5QzU/TdpiTMTS5EI/AAAAAAAAAvc/4NVW41b9KLU/s72-c/Min_Hyo_Rin_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-581707612765149189</id><published>2011-05-21T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T20:54:16.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 248px;" src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/ahma2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Photo Booth and their serious flaw-concealing skillzz. Well, that and makeup. Pfft. It's been an okay past week... It was quite an awful start but it's gotten better. Though I did move from the temp table, which was so abrupt and upsetting. No more talks about hot movie stars, no more cup noodle days, no more laughing at weird things on the news... Sigh. But other than that, I think I've finally gotten into the groove of working, though the workload's crazy and there's a serious lack of eyecandy. Well... that's no different from school. I've been catching up on Misfits too. Robert Sheehan's not returning in Series 3, which was another blow. How the hell are they going to kill off an immortal? I guess I'll find out. Simon from the future is so freaking hot though. And his arms... buh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-581707612765149189?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/581707612765149189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=581707612765149189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/581707612765149189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/581707612765149189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/05/damn-photo-booth-and-their-serious-flaw.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-5589913813215959491</id><published>2011-05-18T19:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T20:06:48.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='okay i&apos;m weird'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watching: Lie To Me Episode 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/famawee.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a fabulous mood today, queasiness be damned! Well, it was my own stupid fault I felt sick anyway - my waistband was suffocating the life out of my poor stomach. Hmm guess I've really gotten fatter throughout these past few months. Ahem, and this is where you tell me noooooo of course you haven't you skinny bitch. And I'll go :$ thank youuuuu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-5589913813215959491?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/5589913813215959491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=5589913813215959491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5589913813215959491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5589913813215959491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/05/watching-lie-to-me-episode-3-im-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-8786509274057997997</id><published>2011-05-15T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T23:50:46.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FML&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/7144865419086461798-8786509274057997997?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/8786509274057997997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=8786509274057997997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/8786509274057997997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/8786509274057997997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/05/fml.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-200586712219120366</id><published>2011-05-08T22:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T23:14:57.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Complaining and whining about the impending week ahead seems to be a Sunday night ritual. This weekend, I have completed several feats of epic proportions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Realised how hot Nathan Kress has become&lt;br /&gt;2. Watched Thor and drooled over that one gratuitous shirtless scene&lt;br /&gt;3. Tried and failed to sign up for Korean class&lt;br /&gt;4. Had an incredible bowl of ramen&lt;br /&gt;5. Missed the screening of Mother on okto (mehanata Won Bin ah)&lt;br /&gt;6. Watched 49 Days&lt;br /&gt;7. Watched a full episode of Who's The One without subs and understood every word (Mandarin, but still. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every &lt;/span&gt;word may be uh, a bit of an overstatement.)&lt;br /&gt;8. Painted my nails (Something Sweet with Black Shatter tips. Pretty!)&lt;br /&gt;9. Had an uneventful Mother's Day (but I still love my oma)&lt;br /&gt;10. Felt guilty for not doing any work at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, pretty happening stuff, you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-200586712219120366?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/200586712219120366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=200586712219120366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/200586712219120366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/200586712219120366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/05/complaining-and-whining-about-impending.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-5962425200258099344</id><published>2011-05-03T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T21:44:00.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="330" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YmyCA91xJ5Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YmyCA91xJ5Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="330" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad lip-syncing be damned, this video makes me grin until my cheeks hurt. How is it that they're so freaking cute? Jung Shin doing an almost point to his crotch (icu), Min Hyuk hiding behind a hanger and Jong Hyun under a lamp shade. Argh, the cute, it kills. Pretty video girl can have Yong Hwa, just let me at the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-5962425200258099344?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/5962425200258099344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=5962425200258099344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5962425200258099344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5962425200258099344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/05/bad-lip-syncing-be-damned-this-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-1049042449157203684</id><published>2011-05-02T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T21:51:26.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Sunday again (though okay, it's really Monday), the day when dreams go to die, the day work piles up to unimaginable heights, the day you're reminded that the vicious cycle of eat-sleep-work starts again the next day. Ughhhh... work. I have nothing against working. I'd just rather be... not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not touched it at all this entire long weekend. I just can't bring myself to open up my 0611 folder and look at all the undone edits that await me. I guess it does beat school though, mostly because my bank account is a wee bit fatter so that of course appeases me a little. I'm now on a $7 a day budget, thanks to the school, which has so kindly gifted me with a small sum of money to spend as I will. I'm not even sure why, but if they're gonna give me money, who am I to refuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these past couple of days have been spent lazing around mostly, and cooing over cute foreign boys. I've got an entire list of soulmates, they just don't know it yet. Number one this weekend, is the adorable Austin Butler who is only a mere year older, which makes him ahem, attainable. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yU4fMh8DDW4/Tb614K_F33I/AAAAAAAAAu8/pNnZ-IPZRmQ/s1600/austin_butler_1286418117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yU4fMh8DDW4/Tb614K_F33I/AAAAAAAAAu8/pNnZ-IPZRmQ/s320/austin_butler_1286418117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602114963121758066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here it is - the reason I suffered through one and a half hours of Ashley Tisdale in a horrifying blonde wig. Though he was limited to an insignificant love interest-type role, he still played it to utter perfection. That's my boy. Swoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other soulmates in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;- Kenichi Matsuyama (only good part of Norwegian Wood)&lt;br /&gt;- Kang Ah (KAAAAAAAANNNNGG AHHHHHHHHHHH!!)&lt;br /&gt;- Lee Hong Ki (who is adorably spouting Japanese in a wreck of show called Muscle Girl - which as adorable as he is, I shall not continue watching, on account that it is indeed... a wreck of a show)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-1049042449157203684?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/1049042449157203684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=1049042449157203684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/1049042449157203684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/1049042449157203684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-sunday-again-though-okay-its-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yU4fMh8DDW4/Tb614K_F33I/AAAAAAAAAu8/pNnZ-IPZRmQ/s72-c/austin_butler_1286418117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-4513491999244703869</id><published>2011-04-28T23:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T23:25:17.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss this show though'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="330" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkXSO3dgiHs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkXSO3dgiHs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="330" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So much hair-flipping, overly effeminate hand gestures and eye sex in one video. Seriously though, whoever choreographed this should be fired. ...I particularly enjoy the excessive hand wave thing in front of the face move.&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/7144865419086461798-4513491999244703869?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/4513491999244703869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=4513491999244703869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/4513491999244703869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/4513491999244703869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/04/cheeeeeeeeeeese.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-2380252360986336798</id><published>2011-04-24T23:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T23:18:47.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true story'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Update: Okay. This probably comes as no surprise but... this was my face throughout the second half of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/dawson.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7144865419086461798-2380252360986336798?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/2380252360986336798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=2380252360986336798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/2380252360986336798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/2380252360986336798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/04/update-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-4118445490109676588</id><published>2011-04-24T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:16:36.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t05jE9_lyfo/TbQUhp8GawI/AAAAAAAAAu0/kb8aE9PAElE/s1600/aezone.net-skyoflove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t05jE9_lyfo/TbQUhp8GawI/AAAAAAAAAu0/kb8aE9PAElE/s320/aezone.net-skyoflove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599122805154540290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Sunday and in true Justine fashion, I'm procrastinating. I've got a ton of work to do, but touched it, I have not. Instead, I've slipped Koizora into my DVD player and my two hour journey into the forbidden shall start shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little insight into what Koizora is about: It's basically about this girl who lives a life of blissful unawareness. She's contented with how her life is at the moment, but of course it's going to get shaken up pretty soon. That's what happens after she meets another guy. And they fall in love, and blah blah blah. And then... Okay, it's essentially the Japanese role reversal version of A Walk To Remember. And I have issued a personal challenge to myself: I WILL NOT CRY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-4118445490109676588?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/4118445490109676588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=4118445490109676588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/4118445490109676588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/4118445490109676588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-sunday-and-in-true-justine-fashion.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t05jE9_lyfo/TbQUhp8GawI/AAAAAAAAAu0/kb8aE9PAElE/s72-c/aezone.net-skyoflove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-1535241811309020201</id><published>2011-04-17T21:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T22:22:13.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's that moment of true camaraderie, with the background music swelling to a crescendo... that brings tears to my eyes, it truly does. Sigh. I wish every minute of life was beautiful like this. How lovely would that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely separate note, I'm going to buy the DVD for Koizora on the way home tomorrow. I anticipate me crying buckets. I hate it when people die at the end of movies. Just rip my heart out, why don't you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-1535241811309020201?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/1535241811309020201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=1535241811309020201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/1535241811309020201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/1535241811309020201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-that-moment-of-true-camaraderie.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-237677073934425031</id><published>2011-04-17T20:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T20:17:29.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no i don&apos;t have a folder called nudes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tumbling boys are cute'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watching: Tumbling Episode 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's incredibly lame but one of my favourite things to do whenever my parents make their frequent visits to my room (you know how they are), is show them my wallpaper and ask them to guess who my favourite is (my wallpaper's usually of a bunch of guys - no surprise there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my current wallpaper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-snkYhaKwoE0/TarZpdnWgvI/AAAAAAAAAus/VMnefEAIc00/s1600/Picture%2B4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-snkYhaKwoE0/TarZpdnWgvI/AAAAAAAAAus/VMnefEAIc00/s320/Picture%2B4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596524793308807922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-snkYhaKwoE0/TarZpdnWgvI/AAAAAAAAAus/VMnefEAIc00/s1600/Picture%2B4.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I find it quite freaky that my dad could point out my favourite, AND my second favourite. Dads are not supposed to be able to guess these kind of things correctly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-237677073934425031?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/237677073934425031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=237677073934425031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/237677073934425031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/237677073934425031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/04/watching-tumbling-episode-4-i-know-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-snkYhaKwoE0/TarZpdnWgvI/AAAAAAAAAus/VMnefEAIc00/s72-c/Picture%2B4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-6969661033880445520</id><published>2011-04-17T01:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T01:55:17.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object style="height: 225px; width: 320px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ErMWX--UJZ4?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ErMWX--UJZ4?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="320" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Excuse me while I explode from the cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-6969661033880445520?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/6969661033880445520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=6969661033880445520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/6969661033880445520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/6969661033880445520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/04/excuse-me-while-i-explode-from-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-1884852753432930391</id><published>2011-04-16T20:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T20:43:57.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i like cute asian boys and i can&apos;t deny'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another post. I guess this is what they call... a streak? I've been watching a lot of Japanese dramas lately, possibly obsessively so. But the boys there really are the prettiest kind. I find that they're a little more... real, maybe? They're really attractive but not in a completely out of your league way, if you know what I mean. Even though duh, of course they're out of my league. They're still actors after all. And you know, cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQ2Rz_68_X4/TamH4X623EI/AAAAAAAAAts/6IRv6jAL1xg/s1600/d5e5a3e955a710_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQ2Rz_68_X4/TamH4X623EI/AAAAAAAAAts/6IRv6jAL1xg/s320/d5e5a3e955a710_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596153414547856450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jkBtlOVEVmA/TamH4HplB3I/AAAAAAAAAtk/PgDHOOetXU4/s1600/tumblr_lbsyxzp1bo1qejrhfo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jkBtlOVEVmA/TamH4HplB3I/AAAAAAAAAtk/PgDHOOetXU4/s320/tumblr_lbsyxzp1bo1qejrhfo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596153410180417394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pQnekPUjpcs/TamH4D-PlYI/AAAAAAAAAtc/hrBsczxHnZo/s1600/tumblr_lbhei4jrkt1qeztyto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pQnekPUjpcs/TamH4D-PlYI/AAAAAAAAAtc/hrBsczxHnZo/s320/tumblr_lbhei4jrkt1qeztyto1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596153409193350530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tjh1_s2OusA/TamH3-lHwGI/AAAAAAAAAtU/UuvSiSckU0Y/s1600/e0043485_46f4287e35119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tjh1_s2OusA/TamH3-lHwGI/AAAAAAAAAtU/UuvSiSckU0Y/s320/e0043485_46f4287e35119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596153407745802338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can they look so pretty and be so manly at the same time? It's insane. Can I just have them all, please? Although... Can we just talk about how adorable this boy is for a  second? He really is just the cutest thing.  -flails-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UAoxBUdFxNE/TamLYerSTKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/E1YnUvkrwiQ/s1600/tumblr_lg7rmoTNYj1qaihxso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UAoxBUdFxNE/TamLYerSTKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/E1YnUvkrwiQ/s320/tumblr_lg7rmoTNYj1qaihxso1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596157264652291234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4FfVCzXagw/TamLYVZK7AI/AAAAAAAAAuE/vWuUvnbJro8/s1600/tumblr_ld6dnhP8vW1qbwremo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4FfVCzXagw/TamLYVZK7AI/AAAAAAAAAuE/vWuUvnbJro8/s320/tumblr_ld6dnhP8vW1qbwremo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596157262160391170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ht4YNFR-5Mg/TamLYKpDmoI/AAAAAAAAAt8/jF7b79KiNqk/s1600/tumblr_lc6xpvCDPS1qbwremo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ht4YNFR-5Mg/TamLYKpDmoI/AAAAAAAAAt8/jF7b79KiNqk/s320/tumblr_lc6xpvCDPS1qbwremo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596157259274230402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ubFvwrpjp5E/TamLX3w9g2I/AAAAAAAAAt0/cLpSX_Dld6I/s1600/tumblr_lc4mfissYX1qbwremo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ubFvwrpjp5E/TamLX3w9g2I/AAAAAAAAAt0/cLpSX_Dld6I/s320/tumblr_lc4mfissYX1qbwremo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596157254207112034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GUGxXyIUh9I/TamMIcKbNwI/AAAAAAAAAuU/pb_J4nbjS-4/s1600/tumblr_lbjaoxkaHa1qedsvlo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GUGxXyIUh9I/TamMIcKbNwI/AAAAAAAAAuU/pb_J4nbjS-4/s320/tumblr_lbjaoxkaHa1qedsvlo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596158088611313410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started watching a show called Tumbling. From the title itself, you can probably guess that it's about uh, tumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IcmeG7Qg9LU/TamOGKk8RDI/AAAAAAAAAuc/972EZDA4XQc/s1600/tumblr_lavc2sT42Z1qderrxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IcmeG7Qg9LU/TamOGKk8RDI/AAAAAAAAAuc/972EZDA4XQc/s320/tumblr_lavc2sT42Z1qderrxo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596160248554210354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about men's rhythymic gymnastics and it's really my favourite kind of show. It's kind of like Stick It (which I LOVED) except that they're guys and the guy that joins them kinda sucks at gymnastics. The plot basically starts with this group of 5 boys who are in an RG club in their school. And of course, they get zero respect, they don't even have enough people to compete as a group (6). They barely get any practice time 'cause they share the space with the girl's RG team, who are the ones winning awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you have this other group of trouble-makers who are always causing fights and basically wreaking havoc. And because of certain circumstances, the leader finds himself joining the club. And where he goes, his lackeys follow. There's something really amusing about watching a bunch of tough guys in tights being all embarrassed and doing gymnastics. It makes me oddly giggly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 311px; height: 174px;" src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/tumblr_lgvpk9VJe51qcsm0to1_500.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 173px;" src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/tumblr_lcosfkCSVV1qedsvlo1_400.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 312px; height: 175px;" src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/tumblr_lgvtu7IvvD1qcsm0to1_500.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7144865419086461798-1884852753432930391?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/1884852753432930391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=1884852753432930391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/1884852753432930391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/1884852753432930391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQ2Rz_68_X4/TamH4X623EI/AAAAAAAAAts/6IRv6jAL1xg/s72-c/d5e5a3e955a710_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-7106906644368754208</id><published>2011-04-16T19:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T20:00:51.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the banana milk was insanely good'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fridays really are the best and the worst days. I'm always exhausted from the entire week, so I go through the entire day in a daze, which is punctuated by a loud yawn every now and then. I'm trying to inject more life into my comatose blog as well so don't be surprised if my blog posts are peppered with pictures taken from my mum's uh, not-so-great Canon, or if I'm feeling particularly vain, my unfortunately overused (ahem) Photobooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few days ago, I went to one of the lamest media events ever (although one of the guys working a booth was cute), so since I was left feeling unsatisfied, I walked around Suntec all by my lonesome, and somehow found myself in Marina Square. I stumbled across a Korean supermarket, so of course I had to go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have concluded that the main reasons I buy things are 1) They're associated with a show I've watched/celebrity I like 2) The packaging is pretty and 3) They're cheap. Oh wow I'm lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my buys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wF2pKUz4frw/TamDzD1gGFI/AAAAAAAAAtM/mKlNsijFe0o/s1600/geojitmal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wF2pKUz4frw/TamDzD1gGFI/AAAAAAAAAtM/mKlNsijFe0o/s320/geojitmal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596148925210826834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's why I bought them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hu4MFjK-5k4/TamDy5xbdMI/AAAAAAAAAtE/FBqeb_1sflY/s1600/img_8959_028871029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hu4MFjK-5k4/TamDy5xbdMI/AAAAAAAAAtE/FBqeb_1sflY/s320/img_8959_028871029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596148922509391042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iKu6qCXb0s8/TamDy9qjH5I/AAAAAAAAAs8/wx9cG75EAlM/s1600/ukissevillookeli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iKu6qCXb0s8/TamDy9qjH5I/AAAAAAAAAs8/wx9cG75EAlM/s320/ukissevillookeli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596148923554275218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yl-zdqS6qm4/TamDyp_M_7I/AAAAAAAAAs0/U3xedPLAwLI/s1600/2010-06-banana-milk1-edit6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yl-zdqS6qm4/TamDyp_M_7I/AAAAAAAAAs0/U3xedPLAwLI/s320/2010-06-banana-milk1-edit6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596148918272196530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they cost me a whopping... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$5.70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'm so poor these days too, but such is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-7106906644368754208?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/7106906644368754208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=7106906644368754208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7106906644368754208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7106906644368754208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/04/fridays-really-are-best-and-worst-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wF2pKUz4frw/TamDzD1gGFI/AAAAAAAAAtM/mKlNsijFe0o/s72-c/geojitmal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-8803035636061512817</id><published>2011-04-12T14:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T14:31:08.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Oasis - Amanda Palmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, you'll know that I've never been one for poems. I've just never understood them, and never cared for them. But recently I came across one by accident, and I love it so much I printed it out and stuck it on my wall. I really envy those with such a lovely gift of words - and not the poser kinds that blog bombastic words to show off their intellect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Samuel Ullman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Youth is not a time of life—it is a state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;It is not a matter of red cheeks, red lips and supple knees.&lt;br /&gt;It  is a temper of the will; a quality of the imagination; a vigor of the  emotions; it is a freshness of the deep springs of life.&lt;br /&gt;Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over a life of ease.&lt;br /&gt;This often exists in a man of fifty, more than in a boy of twenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years.&lt;br /&gt;People grow old only by deserting their ideals.&lt;br /&gt;Years wrinkle the skin but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles&lt;br /&gt;the soul.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear and despair . . .&lt;br /&gt;these are the quick equivalents of the&lt;br /&gt;long years that bow the head and turn&lt;br /&gt;the growing spirit back to dust.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whether 70 or 16, there is, in every being’s heart the love of&lt;br /&gt;wonder, the sweet amazement of the stars, and the star-like&lt;br /&gt;things and thoughts, the undaunted challenge of events,&lt;br /&gt;the unfailing childlike appetite for “What Next?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt,&lt;br /&gt;as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear,&lt;br /&gt;as young as your hope, as old as your despair.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;So long as your heart receives messages of&lt;br /&gt;beauty, cheer, courage, grandeur and power from&lt;br /&gt;the earth, from man and from the Infinite,&lt;br /&gt;so long are you young.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;When all the wires are down, and all the&lt;br /&gt;central places of your heart are covered with&lt;br /&gt;the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism,&lt;br /&gt;then, and only then, are you grown old indeed,&lt;br /&gt;and may God have mercy on your soul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-8803035636061512817?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/8803035636061512817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=8803035636061512817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/8803035636061512817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/8803035636061512817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-you-know-me-youll-know-that-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-7761132443433848268</id><published>2011-04-08T22:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T23:37:49.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reasons why today wasn't a good day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I basically spent the whole day waiting around&lt;br /&gt;- My dark choc roasted banana popsicle sounds better than it tastes&lt;br /&gt;- The team forgot to call me for the post-mortem meeting&lt;br /&gt;- My ideas were rejected&lt;br /&gt;- The shuttle bus from work took ages to come&lt;br /&gt;- I almost missed the shuttle home&lt;br /&gt;- The blouse I bought online wasn't what I expected... in a bad way&lt;br /&gt;- Today's 49 Day's episode was sooooo boring and didn't have enough Han Kang&lt;br /&gt;- My computer is making extra loud noises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reasons why today was a good day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I had jajangmyeon for the first time ever today. Daebak!&lt;br /&gt;- I have no work to do over the weekend&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H-pbHjiTB8o/TZ8qm_a2-rI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Iqgt97hcTQU/s1600/photoshophahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H-pbHjiTB8o/TZ8qm_a2-rI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Iqgt97hcTQU/s400/photoshophahaha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593236111564929714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha don't you love how heavily photoshopped my face is?! I tried to Stella Yeo myself. And failed pretty badly, evidently. I look like some cartoon gone wrong. How does she do it? But the point of the picture is WHOOOOOO I HAVE A SHOW TO WATCH~~~ Kame is freaking gorgeous. I can't explain why I'm so attracted to him - his eyebrows are way too arched and perfect, he's not that tall, he's in a synchronise-dancing pop band. But I just can't help it. He's so pweety~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-7761132443433848268?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/7761132443433848268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=7761132443433848268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7761132443433848268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7761132443433848268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/04/reasons-why-today-wasnt-good-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H-pbHjiTB8o/TZ8qm_a2-rI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Iqgt97hcTQU/s72-c/photoshophahaha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-5701321420901770635</id><published>2011-04-06T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:33:25.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/wesoexcited.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like being a little more cryptic today. And also more vain. Hence the wonderfully narcissistic spread of sel-cas - ahem, note my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subtle&lt;/span&gt; injection of Korean slag. Hmm this is my lame attempt at gradually building up my rock bottom self-esteem. Embrace what you've been given, Justine, instead of always scowling in jealousy at the gorgeous 6ft-tall models that always saunter past you at work. What can I say - I also just felt like unleashing my inner Stella Yeo, just with less than one-tenth her Photoshop prowess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's been treating me okay, I guess (see above). I've been tasked to try out an eyeliner (can you tell?), which is always fun, of course. I saw the photos that will be featured in an upcoming issue, ones where I look um, like crap. Fun fun fun. I so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the land where the boys look like girls - sayonara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-5701321420901770635?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/5701321420901770635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=5701321420901770635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5701321420901770635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5701321420901770635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-8705594174954223718</id><published>2011-04-02T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T21:09:22.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How to salvage a song with incorrigible lyrics? Make it catchy as hell, duh. Here are the lyrics, word for word, to one of the catchiest songs ever. This song just cracks me up every time I listen to it. My favourite part is where he says he has a long sword and to put your thumbs up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wassup you guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you wanna play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you ready CNBLUE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're so hungry for something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Microphone check up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok let's go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey babe It's rainy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can see the road in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have long sword&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makes me stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not weak man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will go to the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't need any more word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I seem to have set a trend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause you're my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just please your voice put your hands up to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause you're my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just please your voice put your thumbs up to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big stage a lot of fans how what you to look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm searching for the light you can get the light you can get our whole life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you to look at me look at me be with me be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please show me the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you to look at me look at me be with me be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you give me the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll show you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's wait until the final round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you wait for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll show you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just wanna show everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey babe it's sunny day but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I also run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tic toc don't wanna waste the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna keep on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not weak man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will go to the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't need any more word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be your leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We will do and many fans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause you're my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just please your voice put your hands up to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause you're my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just please your voice put your thumbs up to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big stage a lot of fans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll show you makes me stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How what you to what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you to look at me look at me be with me be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please show me the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you to look at me look at me be with me be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you give me the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll show you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's wait until the final round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you wait for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll show you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just wanna show everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got your love and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I saw your eyes you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looked at me and smiled at me sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I sing my songs you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I can feel your emotion I wanna feel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you to look at me look at me be with me be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please show me the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you to look at me look at me be with me be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you give me the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll show you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's wait until the final round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you wait for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll show you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just wanna show everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just wanna show everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-3134032086798344953</id><published>2011-03-31T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:09:02.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="335" height="237"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4YziwpXjY2o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4YziwpXjY2o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="335" height="237"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna watch. Doesn't everyone look so shiny and pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got my first paycheck today. WHOOOOOOOO~&lt;br /&gt;And Cameron Quiseng completely embodies my ideal type. Completely.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't boys like him exist in my life? WHYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-3134032086798344953?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/3134032086798344953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=3134032086798344953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3134032086798344953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3134032086798344953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-wanna-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-5476679121815444676</id><published>2011-03-28T20:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T23:21:15.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='look at how adorable cameron looks'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've said before that good things are meant to be shared. So in true non-hypocritical fashion, here's what I currently cannot stop listening to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song's for everyone who it ain't your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;This song's for anyone who's having the worst day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="335" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZH9d5NOL6CU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZH9d5NOL6CU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="335" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is autotuned done right, guys.&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/7144865419086461798-5476679121815444676?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/5476679121815444676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=5476679121815444676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5476679121815444676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5476679121815444676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/03/ive-said-before-that-good-things-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-3274343726762763905</id><published>2011-03-27T18:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T18:17:40.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phNfFwFXr84/TY8OrMTs1vI/AAAAAAAAArk/33zCdjGjyDU/s1600/49daysbanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phNfFwFXr84/TY8OrMTs1vI/AAAAAAAAArk/33zCdjGjyDU/s320/49daysbanner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588701797791094514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little update on my life, in case anyone cares. I've started working, the first time in my 18 years of living. Alot of people would say I have it good, working at a proper well-known company and not getting asked to do donkey jobs, and yes, I do feel quite lucky. Although deadlines and assignments are realer than ever. I've got an article to complete and one page of words to cut down on. And roughly half a day more to complete it. And this is only Week 1 of my internship. Welcome to the real world, Justine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, when I have my mac in front of me, very little gets done. I just finished watching 49 days (WHICH I LOVE), and now I'm just opening random windows because I have no inspiration and I like to procrastinate. I've also started watching Hana Yori Dango, which I dunno... I like that the lead girl's quite feisty, but UGH I HATE JERKS WHO BULLY COS THEY CAN. And he's not even that cute. Whatever. We'll see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-3274343726762763905?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/3274343726762763905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=3274343726762763905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3274343726762763905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3274343726762763905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-little-update-on-my-life-in-case.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phNfFwFXr84/TY8OrMTs1vI/AAAAAAAAArk/33zCdjGjyDU/s72-c/49daysbanner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-3650623713909478946</id><published>2011-03-27T14:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T14:48:24.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me tell you what I think of everytime the word 'glue' is mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;Better yet, let me show you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/cookglue.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just putting it out there.&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/7144865419086461798-3650623713909478946?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/3650623713909478946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=3650623713909478946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3650623713909478946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3650623713909478946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/03/let-me-tell-you-what-i-think-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-6775893591540036984</id><published>2011-03-19T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T01:36:20.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZesQn-RE2jo/TYOXQKAzdmI/AAAAAAAAArc/LsrC8Gk34Kc/s1600/Norwegian%2BWood%2BFTI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZesQn-RE2jo/TYOXQKAzdmI/AAAAAAAAArc/LsrC8Gk34Kc/s320/Norwegian%2BWood%2BFTI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585474266690975330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this book two days ago. I have no idea why I bought it, but I was at Kinokuniya and there was a huge stack of them, and they were looping the movie trailer and Kenichi looked so forlorn and hot and I couldn't help but pick the book up and bring it to the counter. It's set in the sixties, and it's named after a Beatles song so I have high hopes for it. I'm going to put it in my bag and carry it to the office everyday and impress everyone with my unexpected intellect. Hahaha yeah right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-6775893591540036984?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/6775893591540036984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=6775893591540036984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/6775893591540036984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/6775893591540036984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-got-this-book-two-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZesQn-RE2jo/TYOXQKAzdmI/AAAAAAAAArc/LsrC8Gk34Kc/s72-c/Norwegian%2BWood%2BFTI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-1266864510926795056</id><published>2011-03-18T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T23:29:53.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k8TGJdfnbbc/TYN6Npyy-eI/AAAAAAAAArU/bDYJVoFixzk/s1600/Picture%2B2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k8TGJdfnbbc/TYN6Npyy-eI/AAAAAAAAArU/bDYJVoFixzk/s320/Picture%2B2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585442337845344738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sigh. Story of my life.&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/7144865419086461798-1266864510926795056?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/1266864510926795056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=1266864510926795056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/1266864510926795056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/1266864510926795056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/03/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k8TGJdfnbbc/TYN6Npyy-eI/AAAAAAAAArU/bDYJVoFixzk/s72-c/Picture%2B2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-7604565450546701760</id><published>2011-03-18T17:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T17:26:00.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh man totally loving skins right now'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PrNKxWZ8hy8/TYMkqcE9-XI/AAAAAAAAArM/nzRrrL5kWo4/s1600/tumblr_lg7tm6okeW1qb1ipfo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PrNKxWZ8hy8/TYMkqcE9-XI/AAAAAAAAArM/nzRrrL5kWo4/s320/tumblr_lg7tm6okeW1qb1ipfo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585348274379684210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG RICH CUT HIS HAIR HE LOOKS SO HOT OMGGGGG. Okay I'm well aware that Alex Arnold has been wearing a wig the whole time and he actually has hot hair. But I didn't know they were actually gonna give his character a haircut! AHHHHH -FANGIRLS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich: I feel violated.&lt;br /&gt;Alo: It's called wind around your ears, mate.&lt;br /&gt;Rich: I look like...&lt;br /&gt;Alo: Justin Bieber?&lt;br /&gt;Rich: You take that back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when Nick and Matty run past Rich, and Nick goes, "Oh my god, it's Justin Bieber!" and Somebody to Love starts playing. Omg words cannot express how much I love this show right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-7604565450546701760?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/7604565450546701760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=7604565450546701760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7604565450546701760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7604565450546701760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/03/omg-omg-rich-cut-his-hair-he-looks-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PrNKxWZ8hy8/TYMkqcE9-XI/AAAAAAAAArM/nzRrrL5kWo4/s72-c/tumblr_lg7tm6okeW1qb1ipfo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-3095397606499818014</id><published>2011-03-14T02:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T02:31:41.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kenichi matsuyama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoirs of a teenage amnesiac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fml why don&apos;t i look like them'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='norwegian wood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maki horikita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu33-dX-GDE/TX0IOt_OXyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/O3Gbdbjc87A/s1600/MakiHorikita-TokyoInternationalFilmFest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu33-dX-GDE/TX0IOt_OXyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/O3Gbdbjc87A/s320/MakiHorikita-TokyoInternationalFilmFest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583628161965252386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay can I just look like her please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3z52KZYjKc/TX0L29zc4eI/AAAAAAAAAqk/VqdAQAy0alQ/s1600/KenichiMatsuyama3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3z52KZYjKc/TX0L29zc4eI/AAAAAAAAAqk/VqdAQAy0alQ/s320/KenichiMatsuyama3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583632151940489698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zcTj8mnK_3I/TX0Kec74T3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/DJddwXyQ1og/s1600/tumblr_l6oie7BJGq1qcucsko1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zcTj8mnK_3I/TX0Kec74T3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/DJddwXyQ1og/s320/tumblr_l6oie7BJGq1qcucsko1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583630631288983410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SO ATTRACTED TO HIM OMG.&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/7144865419086461798-3095397606499818014?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/3095397606499818014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=3095397606499818014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3095397606499818014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3095397606499818014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/03/okay-can-i-just-look-like-her-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu33-dX-GDE/TX0IOt_OXyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/O3Gbdbjc87A/s72-c/MakiHorikita-TokyoInternationalFilmFest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-781974709307836197</id><published>2011-03-06T16:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T16:54:35.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fml why don&apos;t i look like them'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since my blog to date has always been picture after picture (after picture, after picture...) of guys, I thought I'd be different today and post a bunch of pictures of women I find incredibly gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0HbUZ-LDYH8/TXNLrTxg31I/AAAAAAAAAqM/I_H3ELfkZK8/s1600/iu_120110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0HbUZ-LDYH8/TXNLrTxg31I/AAAAAAAAAqM/I_H3ELfkZK8/s320/iu_120110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580887570656583506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-78-ymQLH2L0/TXNI9L_j5eI/AAAAAAAAAqE/d1hvlvEgljc/s1600/cobie-smulders-bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-78-ymQLH2L0/TXNI9L_j5eI/AAAAAAAAAqE/d1hvlvEgljc/s320/cobie-smulders-bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580884579270780386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iDBGkcSWvdQ/TXNIzim2oqI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Ji5oX7tLcTc/s1600/tumblr_kx4zdc5A071qajqi4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iDBGkcSWvdQ/TXNIzim2oqI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Ji5oX7tLcTc/s320/tumblr_kx4zdc5A071qajqi4o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580884413542474402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FhPQ3u8iUPQ/TXNIzTG_UdI/AAAAAAAAAp0/NPMD_6lHjQc/s1600/tumblr_kxyg7uXrKm1qa3aiko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FhPQ3u8iUPQ/TXNIzTG_UdI/AAAAAAAAAp0/NPMD_6lHjQc/s320/tumblr_kxyg7uXrKm1qa3aiko1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580884409382293970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cjwGGZW2CxY/TXNH0ak8YGI/AAAAAAAAAps/lppT2nEJXZQ/s1600/miss_A_Suzy_08112010080045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ah2ICC040xo/TXNGDY6HzwI/AAAAAAAAAos/u6M_HN6Pu4I/s320/ei080130005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580881387281960706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HbCly1N8t4/TXNGDT2CDPI/AAAAAAAAAok/mh_IycSjwJI/s1600/106545750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HbCly1N8t4/TXNGDT2CDPI/AAAAAAAAAok/mh_IycSjwJI/s320/106545750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580881385922628850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-781974709307836197?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/781974709307836197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=781974709307836197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/781974709307836197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/781974709307836197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/03/since-my-blog-to-date-has-always-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0HbUZ-LDYH8/TXNLrTxg31I/AAAAAAAAAqM/I_H3ELfkZK8/s72-c/iu_120110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-5825651762977037668</id><published>2011-03-03T14:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T15:48:13.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alex pettyfer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am number four'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='callan mcauliffe have my babies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Time-Bomb - All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love how when it's the exams period, there's a million and one things that you want to do, and when the exams are finally over you're just too goddamned lazy to do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;? Well, that's how I am, at least. I had like an entire list of all the things I wanted to do during this three-week break, but so far, I don't think I've done anything on that list. My freedom has pretty much consisted of using the computer, eating, eating, eating, sleeping late, waking up late. Rinse and repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I did actually leave the house yesterday though. I won a pair of tickets to Finding Mr. Destiny. It wasn't the vapid fluffy mess I thought it was going to be, though it is by no means amazing. It was just okay. Well-acted, and maybe not as entertaining as I expected. I do love myself some Gong Yoo though. I hope he does a drama really really soon. And not like some Iris or Athena type crap, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LUCJ7EWs1jA/TW9AWeJanII/AAAAAAAAAn0/s_Lw4TFiNj8/s1600/i_am_number_four_poster-535x792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LUCJ7EWs1jA/TW9AWeJanII/AAAAAAAAAn0/s_Lw4TFiNj8/s320/i_am_number_four_poster-535x792.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579749218129190018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now for I Am Number Four. Oh trailer, how you deceived me so. To be succinct, I'll divide it into what's good about the movie, and what, ahem, wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's good:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VpuF3UEGgzo/TW9BrLir85I/AAAAAAAAAoE/ZmV3VdlBy_4/s1600/teresa-palmer-in-i-am-number-four-4-600w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VpuF3UEGgzo/TW9BrLir85I/AAAAAAAAAoE/ZmV3VdlBy_4/s320/teresa-palmer-in-i-am-number-four-4-600w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579750673423790994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Number Six &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ah she is so bad ass. And I love that she could keep her original Australian accent in the movie. I have no idea whether Number Six is supposed to be Australian, but who cares, we all saw how following the book did for Alex Pettyfer. If this movie was I Am Number Six, oh how happy that would have made me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBxHeWjMVSw/TW9Bq-HKMGI/AAAAAAAAAn8/fzq5id7P8gk/s1600/Callan-as-Sam-in-I-AM-NUMBER-FOUR-callan-mcauliffe-18192664-720-548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBxHeWjMVSw/TW9Bq-HKMGI/AAAAAAAAAn8/fzq5id7P8gk/s320/Callan-as-Sam-in-I-AM-NUMBER-FOUR-callan-mcauliffe-18192664-720-548.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579750669818671202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love love love Sam! I thought Callan was kinda awkward at the start, but after awhile, oh man, he completely blew Alex out of the water. May I remind you that this kid is sixteen and Australian? And his American accent is freaking flawless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's not so good:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much everything else. The plot was I dunno... so blah. And there were so many unexplained things. Maybe they wanted to tease and make us anticipate the sequel, but you can't make people excited for the next one if you don't give us anything in the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trailer made this show out to be this awesome action/sci-fi movie, but it wasn't. I think the action was probably all crammed into the last 40 minutes, after Number Six joined in. The first hour was laughably bad. Like, I honestly burst out laughing at several parts. I think partly it's got to do with casting. Why cast a British guy when the lead character's American? It doesn't make sense. He can't even do the accent convincingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly believe Alex is a decent actor. Honestly. But not when he has to act in his stilted American accent. It just made everything horrible. And when he had to do voiceovers and rely on nothing but his voice, it was so monotonous and sorry, bad. Dianna Agron is yes, gorgeous, but sooooo boring as a character. And when you put the two together as leads, it was just disaster. Thank goodness for Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another part was the cheeeeeeese. Some of the dialogue was so cheesy! Like it ventured into Twilight territory. I can't remember any of them but they were just awful and so so cringey. Seriously second hand embarrassment stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, I'll still watch Beastly though. Although I'm more wary now. I know it was filmed before I Am Number Four and his accent is probably even more horrendous, but I can't help myself. I know I know, it's like I'm asking for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seen &lt;/span&gt;how adorable these are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9s4mmTw6p-M/TW9Ga6TH-dI/AAAAAAAAAoc/2Gn9wK0fnAQ/s1600/alex-pettyfer-number-four-preview-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9s4mmTw6p-M/TW9Ga6TH-dI/AAAAAAAAAoc/2Gn9wK0fnAQ/s320/alex-pettyfer-number-four-preview-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579755891475347922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5RfN_oZpm0/TW9Ga5doIsI/AAAAAAAAAoU/tZvVUpz2C6c/s1600/alex-pettyfer-number-four-preview-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5RfN_oZpm0/TW9Ga5doIsI/AAAAAAAAAoU/tZvVUpz2C6c/s320/alex-pettyfer-number-four-preview-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579755891250963138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fzgW1H7NlF8/TW9GaqKvOfI/AAAAAAAAAoM/v68DA_tw9GM/s1600/alex-pettyfer-alex-pettyfer-i-am-number-four-preview-olsen-twins-news-4671dfce165944ca23af2c258dda2584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fzgW1H7NlF8/TW9GaqKvOfI/AAAAAAAAAoM/v68DA_tw9GM/s320/alex-pettyfer-alex-pettyfer-i-am-number-four-preview-olsen-twins-news-4671dfce165944ca23af2c258dda2584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579755887145204210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-5825651762977037668?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/5825651762977037668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=5825651762977037668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5825651762977037668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5825651762977037668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/03/music-time-bomb-all-time-low-dont-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LUCJ7EWs1jA/TW9AWeJanII/AAAAAAAAAn0/s_Lw4TFiNj8/s72-c/i_am_number_four_poster-535x792.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-1559625593890880459</id><published>2011-03-03T00:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T00:53:00.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wah justine cheem cheem all ah'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have this theory. Good things... they're meant to be shared. I mean, doesn't it make you deliriously happy when someone gets the same high as you after listening to a certain song or watching a certain show, and you'll smile really wide and bop your head vigorously and go "I KNOW, RIGHT?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take music for example. There was a time when I was insanely protective of what I listened to. It's like, don't listen to the same band as me. Only I can like them. But like... why? I'm so glad I grew out of it though. The only reason I would hesitate before declaring my love for a band to the world is probably just being afraid that the person I'm sharing with wouldn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; it. You know what I mean? It's like, "OMG I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH YOU HAVE TO HEAR IT!" And then you excitedly share it, and he goes, "...Well, it's okay." It kind of ruins the magic a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just at someone's blog, and she was talking about some song that she really liked but didn't want to say what 'cause I don't know, I guess she wanted to be the ONLY person in the world who knew of it. It just pisses me off. I know I don't have any right to be. I mean, what business is it of mine if someone wants to keep a song title to herself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether it's just me, but isn't talking with someone about how AWESOME something is PART of the awesomesomeness? If it makes you happy, wouldn't you want to make someone else happy with it? It's just... baffling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I guess this is my typical roundabout way of saying: Please listen to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get Scared&lt;/span&gt;, everyone. They are made of all things awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-1559625593890880459?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/1559625593890880459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=1559625593890880459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/1559625593890880459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/1559625593890880459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-this-theory.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-6939371743362562223</id><published>2011-02-26T20:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T21:19:52.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah I'm so excited, I've got four new movies to watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Flipped (Callan. In his break-but-haven't-break voice. SO CUTE OKAY.)&lt;br /&gt;- Love At First Hiccup (Ned being all kinky!)&lt;br /&gt;- Seducing Mr Perfect (Daniel Henney. In a Korean movie. Yes, it happened.)&lt;br /&gt;- Avalon High (Hehehehe Disney butIdontcare.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be a good girl and wait until Tuesday after my exam to watch them all. Maybe. Hopefully. I don't know. My willpower's pretty weak. As it is, I've barely made a dent in my MRM notes. And exam's in uh... less than three days. I can't wait! Hopefully, I'll be able to watch Finding Mr. Destiny on Tuesday, and Black Swan sometime in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HCsIviBLubs/TWj09073kZI/AAAAAAAAAnc/VOIEeoTkULg/s1600/872b45bb35tiny_1.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HCsIviBLubs/TWj09073kZI/AAAAAAAAAnc/VOIEeoTkULg/s320/872b45bb35tiny_1.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577977481517306258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks cute, right? Right? Reminds me of Hello Stranger. And hello, Gong Yoo. GONG. YOO. It doesn't really matter anyway, anything will be good after I Am Number Four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant still coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some INTERESTING tidbits for everyone who enjoys learning new things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Threats to Internal Validity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (whether the conclusions from study is accurate for the group of people being studied, whether the research study is based on expected conditions and not extraneous variables)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Threats Due to How Research is Conducted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Testing&lt;br /&gt;- History&lt;br /&gt;- Instrument Decay&lt;br /&gt;- Causal Time Order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Threats Due to Researcher:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Experimenter Bias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Threats Due to Research Participants:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Maturation&lt;br /&gt;- Mortality&lt;br /&gt;- Statistical Regression&lt;br /&gt;- Sampling Selection&lt;br /&gt;- Diffusion or Imitation of Treatment&lt;br /&gt;- Evaluation Apprehension&lt;br /&gt;- Demand Characteristics (Hawthorne Effect)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I learned stuff. Yes I made the font really small since no one will read it anyway and it's obviously just an excuse for me to regurgitate shit I memorised. Off-topic, but I LOVE Get Scared and Escape the Fate at the moment. SO GOOD, YOU GUYSSSSSSSSSSSSS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="330" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-kSXLkE8hIY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-kSXLkE8hIY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="330" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did your ears bleed from the sheer awesomeness? It's good right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-6939371743362562223?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/6939371743362562223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=6939371743362562223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/6939371743362562223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/6939371743362562223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/02/ah-im-so-excited-ive-got-four-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HCsIviBLubs/TWj09073kZI/AAAAAAAAAnc/VOIEeoTkULg/s72-c/872b45bb35tiny_1.jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-6948934501659737436</id><published>2011-02-26T13:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T17:10:47.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll make this quick because I have to, ahem, study MRM. I just wanted to express my newfound love for three guys (one of whom may or may not be three years younger than me). They also all happen to be of different nationalities. One's Australian, one's Korean, and one's Japanese/American. See how worldly and appreciative of different cultures I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mtIZsd-ogDQ/TWiKoGbrVOI/AAAAAAAAAm8/dHi_9cbLaIk/s1600/Callan-McAuliffe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mtIZsd-ogDQ/TWiKoGbrVOI/AAAAAAAAAm8/dHi_9cbLaIk/s320/Callan-McAuliffe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577860560024458466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Callan McAuliffe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously the only good part of I Am Number Four, besides the adorable Beagle and Number Six who is incredibly badass and awesome. I love love love his sense of humour. ARGH WHY SO HOT. Who would believe that you're a loser nerd WHEN YOU LOOK LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his American accent is a million times better than Alex Pettyfer, and he is SIXTEEN. And Australian. Is the accent harder to stifle compared with the British accent? I don't know. I don't care. Alex sucks. Callan rocks. I can't wait for Flipped to finish downloading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PzLA0GwfKiQ/TWiPTKCimxI/AAAAAAAAAnE/0Az9wADbteI/s1600/2010081800780_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PzLA0GwfKiQ/TWiPTKCimxI/AAAAAAAAAnE/0Az9wADbteI/s320/2010081800780_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577865697773656850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a5TB-rBcLjQ/TWiQmu5JncI/AAAAAAAAAnU/z_J_1wAw10g/s1600/tumblr_lek11tv9GE1qc8x64o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a5TB-rBcLjQ/TWiQmu5JncI/AAAAAAAAAnU/z_J_1wAw10g/s320/tumblr_lek11tv9GE1qc8x64o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577867133595524546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kim Soo-hyun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who plays only the most awesome character, ever, in Dream High. And also the reason why I bought the box set of a show I've barely ever heard of because he's in a total of... three episodes. Amazing screen presence. And such pretty curved lips. No wonder Suzy's infatuated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-czIIXfZw358/TWiPrLRM3wI/AAAAAAAAAnM/S_RAWeJyI0o/s1600/tumblr_ld6zzhFojO1qebgwa.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-czIIXfZw358/TWiPrLRM3wI/AAAAAAAAAnM/S_RAWeJyI0o/s320/tumblr_ld6zzhFojO1qebgwa.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577866110420442882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ryan Higa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This one's probably unexpected. I've always said his videos weren't funny, but I don't know why, after Agents of Secret Stuff and I started watching his videos, I found them actually kinda... funny. And he's quite adorable (see above). Of course, it does help that Dominic and Kevjumba are always making appearances in them. Asian power okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Number Four rant coming soon. Look forward to it.&lt;br /&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/7144865419086461798-6948934501659737436?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/6948934501659737436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=6948934501659737436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/6948934501659737436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/6948934501659737436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/02/ill-make-this-quick-because-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mtIZsd-ogDQ/TWiKoGbrVOI/AAAAAAAAAm8/dHi_9cbLaIk/s72-c/Callan-McAuliffe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-7079607743297968587</id><published>2011-02-16T03:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T03:28:43.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Come On Kid - Josiah Leming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRwJiYCHRvQ/TVrSyf8S3uI/AAAAAAAAAms/Vh4KAqku4jU/s1600/Picture%2B1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRwJiYCHRvQ/TVrSyf8S3uI/AAAAAAAAAms/Vh4KAqku4jU/s320/Picture%2B1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573999253834096354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For once, my recently added isn't made up of a bunch of Korean songs. Just don't look at my recently played, or ahem, my lovingly put together K-pop playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-12nXWFpdSOw/TVrTV4MXcpI/AAAAAAAAAm0/DWSIfCYh6Jc/s1600/Thurs-Free-Josia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-12nXWFpdSOw/TVrTV4MXcpI/AAAAAAAAAm0/DWSIfCYh6Jc/s320/Thurs-Free-Josia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573999861639377554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I really just want this pretty boy on my blog, and a reason to have him here (albeit a really lame one). Awwww just look at his freckles. I'm just bored and refuse to go to sleep, even though I should really pay up my sleep debt. Once tomorrow's over, I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Headed faster, for disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-7079607743297968587?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/7079607743297968587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=7079607743297968587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7079607743297968587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7079607743297968587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/02/music-come-on-kid-josiah-leming-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRwJiYCHRvQ/TVrSyf8S3uI/AAAAAAAAAms/Vh4KAqku4jU/s72-c/Picture%2B1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-4474657774396753559</id><published>2011-02-07T01:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:38:33.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you for your time'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had relatives over today (big sigh) and my 6-year-old cousin insisted on typing up a story on Word. So of course, I had to be the one who typed while she rattled on about her story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is Sheri's story, in its full glory (please ignore the fact that it is a complete rip-off of Shrek, names and all):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess named Fiona. She was so beautiful that she became an ogre!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;One day, Shrek came to her tower and kissed her. That’s how she became an ogre. “I’m going to save my ogre!” said Shrek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;A bad prince wanted Fiona to marry him. At first, Shrek was an ogre. When he drank a ‘The End’ bottle, he became human! And then Fiona also became a human again. And the bad prince wanted Fiona to be his wife. Fiona did not want to marry him. She only loved Shrek. Then, when Shrek was at a party, he asked his guard to scratch his back in front of everyone. Everyone saw that Shrek’s ears can make sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;And then it was their baby’s birthday. And then the people wanted Shrek to roar, but he did not want to. He went to a bad person. He asked the person if he could go to a Dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Then, Fiona practiced how to fight. The enemies were coming and Fiona went to the top to see them. There was a small bad person. He turned Fiona‘s mother and father into ice statues. He told Fiona that if she wants to see her parents again, she must agree to marry the bad prince. But, Fiona didn’t want to marry the bad prince. She wanted her parents back so she agreed to marry the bad prince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;When she was about to marry the bad prince, Shrek appeared. Shrek took her away from the bad prince and also changed her parents back. The small bad man reminded Shrek that when the sand in the hourglass dropped from the top to the bottom, Shrek will disappear and Fiona will be back in their baby’s house. Shrek didn’t bother about the small bad man and still ran away with Fiona. Finally, Shrek and Fiona got married and live happily ever after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-4474657774396753559?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/4474657774396753559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=4474657774396753559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/4474657774396753559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TTFrFtayjuI/AAAAAAAAAmY/p5-n3pEiSM8/s320/garfield.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562344760614751970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-845292884758049289?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/845292884758049289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=845292884758049289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/845292884758049289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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world&lt;br /&gt;And of all these angry people in the world&lt;br /&gt;I am the angriest boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-123960505274426148?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/123960505274426148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=123960505274426148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/123960505274426148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/123960505274426148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/01/did-you-know-that-there-are-people-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-2205742954267349145</id><published>2011-01-09T03:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T03:37:14.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i will marathon vampire soon'/><title type='text'>holy crap i heart them so much you guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TSi8UTodI6I/AAAAAAAAAl4/kvZPu_cEI1g/s1600/tumblr_kww3zegz701qazpfro1_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TSi8UTodI6I/AAAAAAAAAl4/kvZPu_cEI1g/s320/tumblr_kww3zegz701qazpfro1_250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559900797042238370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TSi8UNsrmuI/AAAAAAAAAlw/qn6044cwP0A/s1600/tumblr_kww3xr3Bhn1qazpfro1_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TSi8UNsrmuI/AAAAAAAAAlw/qn6044cwP0A/s320/tumblr_kww3xr3Bhn1qazpfro1_250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559900795449350882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TSi8TufWnjI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Uy4wa5o3RuA/s1600/tumblr_kww3wn9qTi1qazpfro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TSi8TufWnjI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Uy4wa5o3RuA/s320/tumblr_kww3wn9qTi1qazpfro1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559900787071950386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TSi8TamZTLI/AAAAAAAAAlg/rnhCe8sKyjU/s1600/tumblr_kww3vtrNRn1qazpfro1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TSi8TamZTLI/AAAAAAAAAlg/rnhCe8sKyjU/s320/tumblr_kww3vtrNRn1qazpfro1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559900781732777138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TSi8TFGKp4I/AAAAAAAAAlY/8tgl20S9YCM/s1600/tumblr_kww3uljpa91qazpfro1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TSi8TFGKp4I/AAAAAAAAAlY/8tgl20S9YCM/s320/tumblr_kww3uljpa91qazpfro1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559900775960455042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love that they all probably have no idea Soohyun's lurking in the background.&lt;/span&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/7144865419086461798-2205742954267349145?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/2205742954267349145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-8854902150227280107</id><published>2011-01-02T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:13:55.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='officially excited for 9 feb'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles&lt;br /&gt;Same old tired, lonely place&lt;br /&gt;Walls of insincerity&lt;br /&gt;Shifiting eyes and vacancy vanished when I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes whispered "have we met?"&lt;br /&gt;Across the room your silhouette starts to make it's way to me&lt;br /&gt;The playful conversation starts&lt;br /&gt;Counter all your quick remarks like passing notes in secrecy&lt;br /&gt;And it was enchanting to meet you&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night is sparkling, don't you let it go&lt;br /&gt;I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home&lt;br /&gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;br /&gt;I was enchanted to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lingering question kept me up&lt;br /&gt;2am, who do you love?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder till I'm wide awake&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door&lt;br /&gt;I'd open up and you would say,&lt;br /&gt;It was enchanting to meet you&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I was enchanted to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night is sparkling, don't you let it go&lt;br /&gt;I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home&lt;br /&gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;br /&gt;This night is flawless, don't you let it go&lt;br /&gt;I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;br /&gt;I was enchanted to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me praying that this was the very first page&lt;br /&gt;Not where the story line ends&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again&lt;br /&gt;These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon&lt;br /&gt;I was enchanted to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be in love with someone else&lt;br /&gt;Please don't have somebody waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be in love with someone else&lt;br /&gt;Please don't have somebody waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night is sparkling, don't you let it go&lt;br /&gt;I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home&lt;br /&gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;br /&gt;This night is flawless, don't you let it go&lt;br /&gt;I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll spend forever wondering if you knew&lt;br /&gt;I was enchanted to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be in love with someone else&lt;br /&gt;Please don't have somebody waiting on you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-8854902150227280107?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/8854902150227280107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=8854902150227280107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/8854902150227280107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/8854902150227280107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-i-was-again-tonight-forcing.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-504729542455122969</id><published>2010-12-19T23:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T23:29:04.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so don&apos;t get your hopes up i&apos;m just a fuckup'/><title type='text'>just stroke the furry wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TQ4kPtH66mI/AAAAAAAAAks/6qOC5WAOyRA/s1600/34116_435377621978_46609921978_5596694_1850579_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TQ4kPtH66mI/AAAAAAAAAks/6qOC5WAOyRA/s320/34116_435377621978_46609921978_5596694_1850579_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552415242823854690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are many things to be happy about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- FA2 is done and printed. OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;- Watching Me...Myself. Can't wait to see Ananda strut around in heels.&lt;br /&gt;- Going to Uniqlo to get my furry jacket. I don't care if I burn to death, it is awesome and fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;- Christmas presents all ordered and on the way.&lt;br /&gt;- Going to buy more DVDs on the way home tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;- Josiah Leming is a freaking cutie with alot of talent. Alot.&lt;br /&gt;- Shane Dawson kissed a girl. And the world rejoices. Except for gay people. No Shane for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Allstar Weekend's 'Suddenly Yours' is so good, you guyzzzz. So good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Yeah. Bring on Christmas, bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-504729542455122969?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/504729542455122969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=504729542455122969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/504729542455122969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/504729542455122969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/12/there-are-many-things-to-be-happy-about.html' title='just stroke the furry wall'/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TQ4kPtH66mI/AAAAAAAAAks/6qOC5WAOyRA/s72-c/34116_435377621978_46609921978_5596694_1850579_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-5197770481493115584</id><published>2010-12-18T19:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T19:34:17.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold go away'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh cutting down words is a pain in the ass. And I have the beginnings of a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current word count:&lt;/span&gt; 1093&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desired word count:&lt;/span&gt; 800&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;293. Words. How in the world am I going to accomplish that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TQyb80Eb39I/AAAAAAAAAkk/PPAV_lOYmH4/s1600/samway-model-shirtless-04262009-60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TQyb80Eb39I/AAAAAAAAAkk/PPAV_lOYmH4/s320/samway-model-shirtless-04262009-60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551983909712682962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TQyb823sxAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/JH7OSK7RLvw/s1600/sam_way_%252824%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TQyb823sxAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/JH7OSK7RLvw/s320/sam_way_%252824%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551983910464570370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TQyb8g0EFrI/AAAAAAAAAkU/LIGYZ91zvls/s1600/5247002366_5e9d4c30cd_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TQyb8g0EFrI/AAAAAAAAAkU/LIGYZ91zvls/s320/5247002366_5e9d4c30cd_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551983904543741618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TQyb8f6mYVI/AAAAAAAAAkM/sdwmyPRTDJg/s1600/53e0fc1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TQyb8f6mYVI/AAAAAAAAAkM/sdwmyPRTDJg/s320/53e0fc1b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551983904302719314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh hello pictures of hot boys I found on de interwebz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feel better? I do.&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/7144865419086461798-5197770481493115584?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/5197770481493115584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=5197770481493115584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5197770481493115584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5197770481493115584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/12/ugh-cutting-down-words-is-pain-in-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TQyb80Eb39I/AAAAAAAAAkk/PPAV_lOYmH4/s72-c/samway-model-shirtless-04262009-60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-7703553212635172390</id><published>2010-12-17T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T00:52:22.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello embarrassing past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m bored lah okay'/><title type='text'>wa wa wee wa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TQpCnMtjHJI/AAAAAAAAAkE/FMdWpLU6YFY/s1600/sosexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="width: 318px; height: 426px;" src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/sosexy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow who's that hottie on the swing. Totally want her number manzzzz.&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/7144865419086461798-7703553212635172390?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/7703553212635172390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=7703553212635172390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7703553212635172390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7703553212635172390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/12/wa-wa-wee-wa.html' title='wa wa wee wa'/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-5248534311746272690</id><published>2010-12-12T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T18:40:11.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a headache from hell and I've been suffering for the past 3 hours. It kinda scares me because I'm reminded of my mum's friend's son who suddenly had a throbbing headache that was so painful, he started ramming his head into a wall until he died. I'm not sure if he died from banging his head against the wall or later at the hospital when they found that he had a clot in his brain or something or other. Doesn't make it less terrifying though. Head, please stop hurting. I have important things to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-5248534311746272690?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/5248534311746272690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=5248534311746272690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5248534311746272690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5248534311746272690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-have-headache-from-hell-and-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-7105568452491378458</id><published>2010-12-02T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T21:41:46.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R6qZ3PUvzsc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R6qZ3PUvzsc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Someone watch this with me, please!&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/7144865419086461798-7105568452491378458?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/7105568452491378458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=7105568452491378458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7105568452491378458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7105568452491378458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/12/someone-watch-this-with-me-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-4546945752920536671</id><published>2010-11-29T00:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T00:25:03.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old fall out boy i miss you'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Strike us like matches, 'cause everyone deserves the flames.&lt;br /&gt;We only do it for the scars and stories, not the fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-4546945752920536671?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/4546945752920536671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=4546945752920536671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/4546945752920536671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/4546945752920536671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-only-do-it-for-scars-and-stories-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-5851222801348191481</id><published>2010-11-25T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T20:30:45.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UGH THIS UTTERLY SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weekend, I'm ready for you.&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/7144865419086461798-5851222801348191481?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/5851222801348191481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=5851222801348191481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5851222801348191481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5851222801348191481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/11/ugh-this-utterly-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-8233283535772276789</id><published>2010-11-21T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T21:50:36.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PROCRASTINATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PROCRASTINATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PROCRASTINATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7144865419086461798-8233283535772276789?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/8233283535772276789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=8233283535772276789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/8233283535772276789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/8233283535772276789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/11/procrastinate.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-1447787059595222533</id><published>2010-11-19T00:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T01:11:39.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little things little things'/><title type='text'>was it something i said or just my personality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TOVdv5bLzcI/AAAAAAAAAj8/mPIixiq0Ir4/s1600/376px-Hoggard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TOVdv5bLzcI/AAAAAAAAAj8/mPIixiq0Ir4/s320/376px-Hoggard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540937993999338946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was (insert giant groan) researching for my MRM lit review and was reading through a book called (insert another giant groan) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Programming reality: perspectives on English-Canadian television"&lt;/span&gt; and I came across something about Canadian Idol and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TOVdvj53XZI/AAAAAAAAAj0/SjAjYkHSiBA/s1600/Picture%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 105px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TOVdvj53XZI/AAAAAAAAAj0/SjAjYkHSiBA/s320/Picture%2B7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540937988222442898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to Hedley alot lately so this put a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;It's the little things, I tell ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-1447787059595222533?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/1447787059595222533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=1447787059595222533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/1447787059595222533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/1447787059595222533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/11/was-it-something-i-said-or-just-my.html' title='was it something i said or just my personality?'/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TOVdv5bLzcI/AAAAAAAAAj8/mPIixiq0Ir4/s72-c/376px-Hoggard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-3918973838666136262</id><published>2010-11-12T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T00:12:12.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not perfect, but i keep trying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TNwVn8sIMpI/AAAAAAAAAjs/XfLkPHQSZ_M/s1600/00-hedley-the_show_must_go-2009-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TNwVn8sIMpI/AAAAAAAAAjs/XfLkPHQSZ_M/s320/00-hedley-the_show_must_go-2009-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538325417809162898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&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/7144865419086461798-3918973838666136262?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/3918973838666136262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=3918973838666136262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3918973838666136262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3918973838666136262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='I&apos;m not perfect, but i keep trying'/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TNwVn8sIMpI/AAAAAAAAAjs/XfLkPHQSZ_M/s72-c/00-hedley-the_show_must_go-2009-front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-3311138547855689851</id><published>2010-11-05T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T19:44:13.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zai zai ni hao shuai wor'/><title type='text'>It's A Beautiful World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm using my computer and alternating between looking at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TNPs2KGYu-I/AAAAAAAAAjc/arLeBe_QZgk/s1600/Vic_Zhou80921001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TNPs2KGYu-I/AAAAAAAAAjc/arLeBe_QZgk/s320/Vic_Zhou80921001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536028782136703970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TNPs2kLF19I/AAAAAAAAAjk/S4DX70DpfCk/s1600/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TNPs2kLF19I/AAAAAAAAAjk/S4DX70DpfCk/s320/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536028789135759314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-3311138547855689851?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/3311138547855689851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=3311138547855689851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3311138547855689851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3311138547855689851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-beautiful-world.html' title='It&apos;s A Beautiful World'/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TNPs2KGYu-I/AAAAAAAAAjc/arLeBe_QZgk/s72-c/Vic_Zhou80921001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-6170789815384428700</id><published>2010-11-03T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:04:29.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t t t tasty tasteh'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watching: Invincible Shan Bao Mei Episode 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This weekend, I shall:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- do my TV prod script&lt;br /&gt;- start on my individual ad analysis&lt;br /&gt;- clean my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, I won't get anything done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-6170789815384428700?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/6170789815384428700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=6170789815384428700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/6170789815384428700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/6170789815384428700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/11/watching-invincible-shan-bao-mei.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-6191464881904805001</id><published>2010-10-30T19:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T19:45:51.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAIWAN WILL TOUCH YOUR HEART</title><content type='html'>Music: Follow Me Down - 3OH!3 ft. Neon Hitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched The Social Network today, and aside from the characters' tendency to speak really fast and occasionally mumbling (Jesse Eisenberg), it was a pretty good show. But the main point of this post is that I kinda like Andrew Garfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen him in anything, and I was initially wary of having a 27 year old British actor play Peter Parker in high school, but now I'm kinda looking forward to the Spiderman prequel. His American accent is surprising decent and he has a very slight lisp, and it's adorable. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; is adorable.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TMwEwHxkr7I/AAAAAAAAAjU/G6L4DwUPIHY/s1600/garfield.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TMwEv1HABiI/AAAAAAAAAjM/9XPP6_SsM7A/s1600/andrew_garfield_11732t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TMwEv1HABiI/AAAAAAAAAjM/9XPP6_SsM7A/s320/andrew_garfield_11732t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533803261888300578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TMwEvufpPGI/AAAAAAAAAjE/re_3lwnPVrg/s1600/3431642477_00e10c367a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TMwEvufpPGI/AAAAAAAAAjE/re_3lwnPVrg/s320/3431642477_00e10c367a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533803260112616546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TMwEveqRSoI/AAAAAAAAAi8/OamzMbTbS08/s1600/2359642424_6d77f54068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TMwEveqRSoI/AAAAAAAAAi8/OamzMbTbS08/s320/2359642424_6d77f54068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533803255862217346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TMwEvdHaroI/AAAAAAAAAi0/QDEcWWH3pTI/s1600/6a00d8341c2ca253ef0133f202e7d5970b-400wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TMwEvdHaroI/AAAAAAAAAi0/QDEcWWH3pTI/s320/6a00d8341c2ca253ef0133f202e7d5970b-400wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533803255447596674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... He kinda reminds me of Nerimon/Alex Day actually.&lt;/span&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/7144865419086461798-6191464881904805001?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/6191464881904805001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=6191464881904805001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/6191464881904805001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/6191464881904805001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/10/taiwan-will-touch-your-heart.html' title='TAIWAN WILL TOUCH YOUR HEART'/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TMwEv1HABiI/AAAAAAAAAjM/9XPP6_SsM7A/s72-c/andrew_garfield_11732t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-7493747619288230113</id><published>2010-10-25T00:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T00:52:14.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh don&apos;t mind me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have school in less than 12 hours. After two months of no school, I don't wanna go back. I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna! I don't particularly hate school or anything, but after two months of doing nothing, it'll be more than a little difficult to break the routine. So I'm in denial and I'm up watching YouTube videos and refusing to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it's times when I'm supposed to go to sleep where I suddenly find a million and one things that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to do, so I ended up making a gif as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 250px; height: 147px;" src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/marstogether.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sleepy and a little sad. ARGHHH SOMEONE HOLD MY HAND LIKE THAT :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TMRh54ClS2I/AAAAAAAAAis/uAV-5J0tWkM/s1600/forever+alone+face.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TMRh54ClS2I/AAAAAAAAAis/uAV-5J0tWkM/s320/forever+alone+face.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531653889241467746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-7493747619288230113?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/7493747619288230113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=7493747619288230113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7493747619288230113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7493747619288230113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-have-school-in-less-than-12-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TMRh54ClS2I/AAAAAAAAAis/uAV-5J0tWkM/s72-c/forever+alone+face.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-7163140436888915770</id><published>2010-10-23T19:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T19:18:56.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheldon cooper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuba libre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not diet coke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why don&apos;t you swim to cuba'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TMLEFZxG3ZI/AAAAAAAAAik/JLr_OIQHhhY/s1600/cubalibre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TMLEFZxG3ZI/AAAAAAAAAik/JLr_OIQHhhY/s320/cubalibre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531198889459637650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made myself a Cuba Libre today. It's the simplest cocktail, but so good. I've always wanted one ever since I watched that one episode of Big Bang Theory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-7163140436888915770?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/7163140436888915770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=7163140436888915770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7163140436888915770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7163140436888915770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-made-myself-cuba-libre-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TMLEFZxG3ZI/AAAAAAAAAik/JLr_OIQHhhY/s72-c/cubalibre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-4583957571371147302</id><published>2010-10-14T17:22:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T18:08:13.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fahrenheit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jiro wang have my babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i support asians okay'/><title type='text'>IM UR MAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TLbP7GYbnXI/AAAAAAAAAh0/086k9VwSYEc/s1600/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TLbP7GYbnXI/AAAAAAAAAh0/086k9VwSYEc/s320/Picture+9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527834206876179826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should be embarrassed. Well, is it wrong to like insanely catchy songs regardless of whether I understand them or not? No. It is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TLbMp6nbbAI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ex94blgG7OA/s1600/only-fahrenheit-album-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TLbMp6nbbAI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ex94blgG7OA/s320/only-fahrenheit-album-cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527830613125196802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see, they are totally good-looking. Therefore, me liking them = justified.&lt;br /&gt;Now get off my case okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TLbQTw0v5wI/AAAAAAAAAh8/tqQvRmrYeLA/s1600/21cgp42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TLbQTw0v5wI/AAAAAAAAAh8/tqQvRmrYeLA/s320/21cgp42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527834630586099458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the fact that I essentially spent 3 bucks on a poster of the picture above is irrelevant. But... the ice! And their bodies! And the smoulder! :( Why didn't the boys look like this when I was in Taiwan? &lt;s&gt;Because every good-looking boy there is already famous.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-4583957571371147302?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/4583957571371147302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=4583957571371147302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/4583957571371147302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/4583957571371147302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-know-if-i-should-be-embarrassed.html' title='IM UR MAN'/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TLbP7GYbnXI/AAAAAAAAAh0/086k9VwSYEc/s72-c/Picture+9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-6840023590843678378</id><published>2010-09-29T20:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T17:47:14.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='itskingsleybitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chord overstreet have my babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how i met your mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mike chang&apos;s abs'/><title type='text'>chord be in all the glee episodes pls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 344px; height: 183px;" src="http://i1035.photobucket.com/albums/a434/howimetyourmothergifs2/kingsley.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's a happy Kingsley gif to open the post, and to celebrate my return... kinda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back in Singapore. Well, I actually came back 3 days ago. But since I'm finally all caught up on my TV, I summoned whatever energy I had left to recap a little. Taiwan was okay. It made me really really miss Western food. I mean, really really. We had Burger King, like the instant we touched down in Singapore. Well, after we fulfilled our liqueur quota at the DFS, of course. We bought Bailey's and Kahlua! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did pretty well, in whatever little shopping time that was given (and it was very very little). I managed to buy a decent blazer for like TWELVE DOLLARS. Seriously. With lace trim and all. And heart print stockings for four bucks. Best buys, definitely. I'm still looking forward to getting my leggings from The Scarlet Room, but that's another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys in Taiwan are so incredibly dismal, not that different from the boys here in Singapore, actually. Except maybe they smoke a little more, and their English skills suck a little more too. So overall, food was... okay, the language barrier was a bit frustrating, but family time is always welcome. But I swear, there were so many times I actually wished I studied a little harder when it came to Chinese. But then as usual, that thought flits by, and I'm over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I caught up on all four season openers: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Community, Glee, How I Met Your Mother &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Big Bang Theory&lt;/span&gt;. Surprisingly, I enjoyed Glee the most. Everything about it. I didn't really care too much about the whole Will/Sue/Bieste storyline, although I do like Bieste. Rachel is making it a bit hard to not dislike her, and Lea Michele has lost ALOT of weight. It's a bit worrying. Artie can roll himself out of Glee club for all I care as well. I'm liking the Asian duo of Mike and &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt;Tina. And hey, what do you know? I also take a similar interest in his abs. I'm sure you do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 366px; height: 129px;" src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/tumblr_l95gj1hpBR1qzjoc1o1_500.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Surprisingly, I enjoyed Charice, and most of all, I reeeeeally enjoyed a certain new character played by a certain &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHORD OVERSTREET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'm definitely not the first to fangirl over him, that I am 110% sure of. I think there were girls who already started cooing over him before they even watched the episode. Who can blame them though, he is just soooooo freaking cute. And he can sing. Which is always always a plus. He sang Billionaire by Travie McCoy and Bruno Mars and it was good. He's kinda like Finn 2.0 except you know, a little cuter, and a lot smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, cue the Chord spam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TKOcdv6mvtI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/t-qMVcArJVw/s1600/chordmine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TKOcdv6mvtI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/t-qMVcArJVw/s320/chordmine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522429602978774738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TKOcdGQp1zI/AAAAAAAAAhI/FoheFIp8jpU/s1600/chord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TKOcdGQp1zI/AAAAAAAAAhI/FoheFIp8jpU/s320/chord.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522429591796963122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/chord1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/chord2.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/chord3.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can someone be that adorable? Admit it, you wanna get all up in there. So I guess there's only one thing to say after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 147px;" src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/dibs.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&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/7144865419086461798-6840023590843678378?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/6840023590843678378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=6840023590843678378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/6840023590843678378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/6840023590843678378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/09/chord-be-in-all-glee-episodes-pls.html' title='chord be in all the glee episodes pls'/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TKOcdv6mvtI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/t-qMVcArJVw/s72-c/chordmine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-4941786555348724229</id><published>2010-09-12T02:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T02:50:04.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much of anything is too much</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TIvKXFVJUGI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ifKQhuQz_cw/s1600/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TIvKXFVJUGI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ifKQhuQz_cw/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515724666561974370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop staring at my wallpaper. It's just such a nice sight to be greeted by every time I close or minimise my windows. Vampire Diaries is back on, better than ever. And Damon just broke my heart in the first episode. First, the woman he's loved for 145 years tells him that she's never loved him and that it'll always be his brother. And then the girl he likes now, and is coincidentally a spitting image of the woman he loves, tells him the exact same thing. Poor guy can't catch a break. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Hellcats was kinda disappointing. I spent months looking forward to it but apparently, Alyson Michalka + Ashley Tisdale does not = awesome. I'd still give it a chance to surprise me, although the eye candy quotient in the show is seriously lacking. Psh, they think if they fill up the screens with hot girls, everyone will be blind to the fact that this is the only passable guy in the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TIvOQhDLAUI/AAAAAAAAAhA/1Pl4_fX_l3g/s1600/81259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TIvOQhDLAUI/AAAAAAAAAhA/1Pl4_fX_l3g/s320/81259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515728951790207298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Matt Barr (who will always be Brandon Vandecamp to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna collect my Hot Topic stuff tomorrow! I'll have a new shirt to wear, and new stickers to paste all over my macbook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1035.photobucket.com/albums/a434/howimetyourmothergifs2/dbdate.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&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/7144865419086461798-4941786555348724229?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/4941786555348724229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=4941786555348724229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/4941786555348724229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/4941786555348724229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-cant-stop-staring-at-my-wallpaper.html' title='Too much of anything is too much'/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TIvKXFVJUGI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ifKQhuQz_cw/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-3085546524290605040</id><published>2010-09-08T22:25:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T04:01:47.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/nate.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/slide.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say it, but Nick Jonas had my heart when I watched Camp Rock 2 today. Yes, admittedly, he isn't the best actor. But really, is anyone in that show? But he was adorably awkward when he needed to be, and fine, he had a nice body too (yes, my superficial-ness shames me). And when he serenaded that girl, I WANTED TO DIE. The song was so cute. And sounded an awful lot like Lovebug. Shit. What's happening to me?! I felt so awkward when I was watching the Demi/Joe scenes though. Throughout the whole time, I was just thinking how in just a few months he would break her heart. And don't get me started on Joe's horrible high note face. It looked something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/highnotefaceheheh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Horrible. Kinda cracks me up actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TIedC-LBoRI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Q6opY7qDI0o/s1600/Lonely+Hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TIedC-LBoRI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Q6opY7qDI0o/s320/Lonely+Hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514548943113003282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Besides wasting away and pining over boys I'll never have, I also finished a book today! It's such a lovely book. It made me smile so much. I mean, a book filled with Beatles references, how much better can it get? And look at the cover! That, in itself, is an indication of what's within those pages. So obviously, I'm enjoying the holidays so far. Going shopping tomorrow! And Vampire Diaries Season 2 starts tomorrow too! More of Damon and his hopefully-short-lived semi-center parting! Friday shall be reserved for some quality time for me and my macbook (basically, like almost any other day). Gonna go download the The Final Jam soundtrack now bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-3085546524290605040?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/3085546524290605040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=3085546524290605040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3085546524290605040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3085546524290605040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-what-im-spending-my-night-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TIedC-LBoRI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Q6opY7qDI0o/s72-c/Lonely+Hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-3708195427998408557</id><published>2010-09-04T02:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T02:52:44.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic fire</title><content type='html'>Blogging is such a welcome distraction. Honestly. I can't log on to Tumblr, because I know once I do, I'd never leave. Whereas for blogging, what can I do once I hit "Publish post"? Not much. Well, I could hit "New post", but I don't have THAT much to say. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I THINK I'm about done with pop culture. I just have to review what I typed up, which can be done at a later time. So now I'm on Sexuality in the media. The notes are intimidating! Just chunks and chunks of definitions and examples about pornography, which trust me, is way less fun than it sounds. So I skipped to the part about stereotypical images of men and women in the media, and THANK GOD I've covered that many many times. In my final essay for Writcomm in year 1, in my Bend It Like Beckham essay for Commiss, as well as for the lit review for Commiss. So yes, I've got lots of examples to copy and paste from. Just got to memorise them! Which I guess is the hard part. I can't wait for Tuesay to come so I can just throw all this knowledge away and never ever use them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say enough how much easier it is to study for Public Relations. I just don't know what to research for when it comes to Commiss. I mean, sure, I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vaguely&lt;/span&gt;, but it's not like PR where there are definite things to memorise like the PR Planning Checklist, benefits of implementation, etc. etc. And once again, HOPE EVERYONE IS HAVING AS MUCH, OR HOPEFULLY MORE, TROUBLE STUDYING THAN ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kevjumba's gonna be on the new Amazing Race! He's only the 13th most subscribed Youtuber of all time. OF ALL TIME. And I am really dying to watch Easy A now because everytime I go to Photobucket, the trailer comes on. And I love everyone in it! Except well, maybe not Penn Badgely. And even then, he's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terrible&lt;/span&gt; to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit it's 3am. I HAVE TO STUDY OR I AM SCREWED BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-3708195427998408557?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/3708195427998408557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=3708195427998408557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3708195427998408557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3708195427998408557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/09/comic-fire.html' title='Comic fire'/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-8273411157596421967</id><published>2010-09-04T01:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T02:02:33.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TIE3z6coBtI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fFqXpJGGIfE/s1600/himymboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TIE3z6coBtI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fFqXpJGGIfE/s320/himymboys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512748783880373970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi wallpaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taking me a long long time to cover Pop Culture. I practically spent the whole of today doing it. It's not that there's ALOT to cover, it's just that when I do research on all these celebrities, it's hard not to get carried away. I swear, I spent at least two hours at awfulplasticsurgery.com. Two more days till exams, and I'm still scared shitless! I'm sure that there are people who are farther behind, so that thought comforts me just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop Culture's hard. I don't even know what I'm supposed to research on. And it'll take up 40 marks of the entire paper. What I've got doesn't seem substantial at all. And I have got to stop using Neil Patrick Harris and How I Met Your Mother in my examples. I hope I actually get to use these examples in my paper! That would be legen... wait for it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-8273411157596421967?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/8273411157596421967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=8273411157596421967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/8273411157596421967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/8273411157596421967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TIE3z6coBtI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fFqXpJGGIfE/s72-c/himymboys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-1624883389613079170</id><published>2010-09-02T20:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:10:55.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Thursday night and I've barely made a dent in the PR Planning Process. I'm feeling unmotivated and I'm starting to panic. I've barely touched Commiss and there's still so much to do! And I AM SO FREAKING TIRED. SO SO TIRED. If I were nice, I'd say, "Hope everyone who's studying is almost done and will pass your exams with flying colours!" But I'm really not. SO HOPE YOU ALL &lt;s&gt;FAIL&lt;/s&gt;ARE AS FAR BEHIND AS ME. I thought I'd leave a little list here to motivate me with all the things I want (and can) to do once Tuesday's paper is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Finish up The Return: Nightfall&lt;br /&gt;- Read The Return: Shadow Souls&lt;br /&gt;- Watch Forgetting Sarah Marshall, I Love You, Man and Camp Rock 2&lt;br /&gt;- Watch Season 1 of Veronica Mars&lt;br /&gt;- Paint my nails&lt;br /&gt;- Shop online&lt;br /&gt;- Make many many HIMYM gifs&lt;br /&gt;- SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1035.photobucket.com/albums/a434/howimetyourmothergifs2/tumblr_l82be4X1V91qb06lg.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just leaving this here.&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/7144865419086461798-1624883389613079170?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/1624883389613079170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=1624883389613079170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/1624883389613079170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/1624883389613079170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-thursday-night-and-ive-barely-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-3497665820426958035</id><published>2010-09-01T01:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T02:02:14.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JIM PARSONS = WELL DESERVING EMMY WINNER</title><content type='html'>Music: Deja Vu - 3OH!3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy September 1st everyone! The month for television! I'm still studying. I started on PR today, and I'm finding it alot more pleasant to study. I think it's because they have terms with definite definitions, unlike Comiss, where it's all about your opinions and examples and explain in your own words. Bleh. I'm doing Corporate Relations now it's... okay-ish. I was a lot more productive in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Public Relations... communicates messages and ideas through a variety of channels to shape and influence the attitudes and behaviour of key publics towards an organisation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corporate Relations involves:&lt;br /&gt;- Managing the corporate image and reputation of an organisation&lt;br /&gt;- Creating and maintaining the organisation's corporate identity&lt;br /&gt;- Developing and sustaining key public's goodwill towards an organisation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typed all that from memory! Something from How I Met Your Mother kinda struck me about how during a relationship you spend all that time learning things about that person, but once you've broken up, you have all this information about that person that you don't really know what to do with. It's kinda the same for all these years spent studying, I guess. I'm sure we'd like to believe that we'd use alot of it when we go out into the real world, but I'm sure once the time comes, I'll just be left with all this information that I don't really have use for. But since studying is what will get me to where I want to be in the real world, that's all I can do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for next Tuesday to end so I can fully idle without feeling guilty about not studying. I'm going to get my Segal fix and re-watch Forgetting Sarah Marshall and maybe I Love You, Man. It's kinda unfortunate (in a way?) that the week I'll be in Taiwan will be the week where all the new seasons premiere. But I guess the week I come back, I'll have double the shows to catch up on. Exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Corporate Relations for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i745.photobucket.com/albums/xx93/troubleinatanktop/sadsheldon.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-3497665820426958035?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/3497665820426958035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=3497665820426958035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3497665820426958035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/3497665820426958035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/09/music-deja-vu-3oh3-happy-september-1st.html' title='JIM PARSONS = WELL DESERVING EMMY WINNER'/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-6174031016972977924</id><published>2010-08-25T23:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T00:38:27.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Slipping - Neil Patrick Harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Step Up 3 today and OHMYGOD IT WAS SO GOOD. I'm pretty sure I was smiling throughout at least half of the movie. There's just something so incredible about dancing. I've always wished I could dance. And the fact that a couple of the guys from past seasons from So You Think You Can Dance were actually in the show, just made me enjoy it so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only down parts of the movie was that they tried to inject some romance not between one, but between two couples in the show. It would have been okay, if they actually had chemistry between each other. But since there wasn't, anytime the focus was on the romance, there was just a bit of a lull. And okay, the acting wasn't the best, and the plot was kinda simple BUT OMG THE DANCING WAS SO GOOD I WANNA WATCH IT AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND CUTE ASIANS TOO YOU GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THVAZOKzoOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/L_mEKiyyiUo/s1600/Harry-Shum-Jr-The-LXD-after-party-glee-13669551-413-594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THVAZOKzoOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/L_mEKiyyiUo/s320/Harry-Shum-Jr-The-LXD-after-party-glee-13669551-413-594.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509380521202000098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THVAYxzHt-I/AAAAAAAAAfw/t3GM9p9X3Sk/s1600/Dijon-Talton-and-Harry-Shum-Jr-glee-10050224-1024-688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THVAYxzHt-I/AAAAAAAAAfw/t3GM9p9X3Sk/s320/Dijon-Talton-and-Harry-Shum-Jr-glee-10050224-1024-688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509380513586460642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THVAXxANBHI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_wyiHogzxHs/s1600/cloud0809large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THVAXxANBHI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_wyiHogzxHs/s320/cloud0809large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509380496193029234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THVAYZqS3CI/AAAAAAAAAfo/z-Wgqz4RukE/s1600/dan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THVAYZqS3CI/AAAAAAAAAfo/z-Wgqz4RukE/s320/dan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509380507106991138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THVAXxANBHI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_wyiHogzxHs/s1600/cloud0809large.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND CUTE NON-ASIANS TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THVAZOKzoOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/L_mEKiyyiUo/s1600/Harry-Shum-Jr-The-LXD-after-party-glee-13669551-413-594.jpg"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THVF2x7HiUI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/oyKmSEV8Y0Q/s1600/rick.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THVF2x7HiUI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/oyKmSEV8Y0Q/s320/rick.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509386526574217538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THVF2ZwnnvI/AAAAAAAAAgI/-HqgqRvkP2g/s1600/rick-malambri-sunglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THVF2ZwnnvI/AAAAAAAAAgI/-HqgqRvkP2g/s320/rick-malambri-sunglasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509386520087731954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THVF1yA7YmI/AAAAAAAAAgA/YpKX_TdSt3U/s1600/joe-slaughter-shirtless-da-man-magazine-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THVF1yA7YmI/AAAAAAAAAgA/YpKX_TdSt3U/s320/joe-slaughter-shirtless-da-man-magazine-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509386509418717794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You're welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-6174031016972977924?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/6174031016972977924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=6174031016972977924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/6174031016972977924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/6174031016972977924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/08/music-slipping-neil-patrick-harris-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THVAZOKzoOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/L_mEKiyyiUo/s72-c/Harry-Shum-Jr-The-LXD-after-party-glee-13669551-413-594.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-7446031686113530013</id><published>2010-08-25T00:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T01:10:41.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna rock your body till Canada Day!</title><content type='html'>I'm watching American Pie: Band Camp again for the thousandth time. I know this movie's not part of the "original 3", but I will never ever tire of it. I love that it's a sweet cliched story disguised as a crude teen movie. And who doesn't love it when the jerk guy falls in love by the end of the movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently found out that Brad from How I Met Your Mother is the same guy who plays Alcide in True Blood. I loved Alcide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THP79O23mbI/AAAAAAAAAfA/NDKEWW5I5kM/s1600/joe-manganiello-as-owen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THP79O23mbI/AAAAAAAAAfA/NDKEWW5I5kM/s320/joe-manganiello-as-owen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509023798583073202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joe Manganiello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THP794HJCzI/AAAAAAAAAfI/weXoVxE-fv4/s1600/JoeManganiello-HIMYM-2x19-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THP794HJCzI/AAAAAAAAAfI/weXoVxE-fv4/s320/JoeManganiello-HIMYM-2x19-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509023809657178930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As Brad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THP7-QupYsI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/7Z5-DhjYwVM/s1600/alcide-sookie-true-blood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THP7-QupYsI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/7Z5-DhjYwVM/s320/alcide-sookie-true-blood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509023816265327298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As Alcide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amazing what a beard and longer hair can do. Here's Barney to express how I'm feeling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s930.photobucket.com/albums/ad145/howimetyourmothergifs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mindblown2.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i930.photobucket.com/albums/ad145/howimetyourmothergifs/mindblown2.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THP7-1dSvuI/AAAAAAAAAfY/8J8ymPsAsKY/s1600/jason_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THP7-1dSvuI/AAAAAAAAAfY/8J8ymPsAsKY/s320/jason_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509023826124652258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is just here because Jason Segal looks freaking adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-7446031686113530013?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/7446031686113530013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=7446031686113530013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7446031686113530013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7446031686113530013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-gonna-rock-your-body-till-canada-day.html' title='I&apos;m gonna rock your body till Canada Day!'/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THP79O23mbI/AAAAAAAAAfA/NDKEWW5I5kM/s72-c/joe-manganiello-as-owen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-764681533161848928</id><published>2010-08-23T00:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T04:47:00.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: I Can Do Anything - 3OH!3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've heard of Streets of Gold so far is actually really good. Sophomore albums almost always suck, especially since many people would probably assume that 3OH!3 would suck after "becoming mainstream", but the album's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm downloading Commentary! The Musical now - excited! I finally watched Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog today, and Neil Patrick Harris is a god. I don't know why people say he's overrated. It's not overrated if it's deserved. Right? I cannot wait for Season Six of How I Met Your Mother. I don't usually read spoilers but I couldn't help myself. I AM SO FREAKING EXCITED FOR IT. Like, more than any other show. And more Rachel Bilson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the pictures from out magazine so here's a mini-spam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THFYc1aLbOI/AAAAAAAAAew/BBZ6JH2eD-8/s1600/20080730_nph_helment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THFYc1aLbOI/AAAAAAAAAew/BBZ6JH2eD-8/s320/20080730_nph_helment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508281071647288546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THFYb-mw8NI/AAAAAAAAAeg/t-sj-7bhRww/s1600/20080730_nph_stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THFYb-mw8NI/AAAAAAAAAeg/t-sj-7bhRww/s320/20080730_nph_stars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508281056936128722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THFYbsPqqAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/EhF9-Y6sBpU/s1600/500full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THFYbsPqqAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/EhF9-Y6sBpU/s320/500full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508281052007409666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THFYcageS8I/AAAAAAAAAeo/TiQPkzgeAoI/s1600/The-2009-Out-100-neil-patrick-harris-8891775-531-515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THFYcageS8I/AAAAAAAAAeo/TiQPkzgeAoI/s320/The-2009-Out-100-neil-patrick-harris-8891775-531-515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508281064425933762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently, I'm still finding it difficult to summon the energy to go to mel to  download lectures notes/slides. ...This is so going to bite me in the  ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-764681533161848928?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/764681533161848928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=764681533161848928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/764681533161848928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/764681533161848928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/08/music-i-can-do-anything-3oh3-what-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/THFYc1aLbOI/AAAAAAAAAew/BBZ6JH2eD-8/s72-c/20080730_nph_helment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-5671688944966500885</id><published>2010-08-15T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:58:52.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cross out what you have, italicize what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;s&gt;A cellphone.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;s&gt;A hair straightener.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;s&gt;Your own computer.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your own car.&lt;br /&gt;5. Chanel/Dior/Gucci sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;6. A designer purse.&lt;br /&gt;7. A boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;i&gt;A curling iron.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;i&gt;Every Fall Out Boy CD.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Something from American Eagle.&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;s&gt;Something from Hot Topic.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Something from Hollister.&lt;br /&gt;13. Something from Abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;s&gt;A pet.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;s&gt;Some type of trophy/award&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Full/Queen-size bed.&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;s&gt;King-size bed.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;s&gt;An iPod.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Something from a professional team&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;s&gt;Ever had more than $100 at a time.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Monster, Full Throttle, Amp, Red Bull, etc. in your fridge.&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;s&gt;Something Green Day.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Xanga.&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;s&gt;Myspace.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;s&gt;Makeup.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;s&gt;A desk in your room.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. A hill in your backyard.&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;i&gt;DDR.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. A pair of skis.&lt;br /&gt;30. An alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;31. A pair of ice skates.&lt;br /&gt;32. Rollerblades.&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;i&gt;A treadmill.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Your own phone line.&lt;br /&gt;35. AIM.&lt;br /&gt;36. Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;s&gt;MSN.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. ICQ.&lt;br /&gt;39. AOL.&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;s&gt;Perfume/cologne.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Bath lotion.&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;s&gt;Necklaces and bracelets.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;i&gt;A journal/diary.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. &lt;i&gt;Yogurt and peaches in your fridge.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. X’s in your screen name.&lt;br /&gt;46. A birthday in September.&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;i&gt;A famous relative.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;s&gt;A relative in a different state/province.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;s&gt;A disowned relative.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;i&gt;A relative that lives in Florida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;i&gt;Your own bathroom.&lt;/i&gt; (times a million)&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;i&gt;Your own band.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Any rock band shirts.&lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;i&gt;A guitar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. A hammock.&lt;br /&gt;56. A basketball hoop.&lt;br /&gt;57. A soccer net.&lt;br /&gt;58. A bike.&lt;br /&gt;59. &lt;i&gt;An electric scooter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. A minivan.&lt;br /&gt;61. A V.C. Andrews book.&lt;br /&gt;62. &lt;s&gt;A friend that does drugs/alcohol/smokes.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;i&gt;A locker at school.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. A baby.&lt;br /&gt;65. &lt;s&gt;Sparkly blue nail polish.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. A “Vote for Pedro” shirt.&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;s&gt;The movie “40 Year Old Virgin”.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;i&gt;A promise ring.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. A pool table.&lt;br /&gt;70. A swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;71. Trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;s&gt;Livejournal.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. &lt;s&gt;Flip flops.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. &lt;i&gt;Steve Madden shoes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. The Sims 2.&lt;br /&gt;76. &lt;i&gt;A ping pong table.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;i&gt;An air hockey table.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;i&gt;A basement.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;s&gt;Converse.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. &lt;i&gt;Construction paper.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. &lt;s&gt;Markers, crayons, etc..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;i&gt;Coloring books.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. &lt;i&gt;A nice singing voice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. GameCube.&lt;br /&gt;85. Xbox.&lt;br /&gt;86. Playstation.&lt;br /&gt;87. PS2.&lt;br /&gt;88. PSP.&lt;br /&gt;89. Some type of disease.&lt;br /&gt;90. Rose Red movie.&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;s&gt;VCR/DVD player.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. &lt;s&gt;A mom or dad.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. &lt;s&gt;An older brother.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. An older sister.&lt;br /&gt;95. A younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;96. A younger sister(s).&lt;br /&gt;97. A sled.&lt;br /&gt;98. A lake/pond/river/ocean near your house.&lt;br /&gt;99. &lt;i&gt;Friends who like you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously i'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-5671688944966500885?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/5671688944966500885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=5671688944966500885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5671688944966500885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5671688944966500885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/08/cross-out-what-you-have-italicize-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-374721873062610109</id><published>2010-08-10T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:23:53.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really cannot explain the amount of joy that watching Disney movies gives me. And no, I'm not talking about those classic Disney cartoons that are oh-so-hip to like. I'm talking about Princess Protection Program, Camp Rock, High School Musical, Dadnapped, you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I don't know what it is about them. Judge all you like, it only makes you a judgemental asshole. Admittedly, the movies are all pretty much terrible, and the chances of stumbling upon a good one is like one in a million (Minutemen), but when I watch them... I feel happy. And let's face it, bashing them after I've watched them also adds to the joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-374721873062610109?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/374721873062610109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=374721873062610109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/374721873062610109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/374721873062610109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-really-cannot-explain-amount-of-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-7694382715109626179</id><published>2010-08-10T20:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:57:54.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watching: Kaya - Episode 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on Blogger! Okay not really, I've still got Tumblr opened simultaneously. It's Day 2 of the break, well Day 1 if yesterday wasn't counted, and I have achieved pretty much nothing. Well I did see Bryan Gamboa on some local preachy National Day made-for-tv movie (oh no don't arrest me). It was pretty funny/terrible, but for some reason, I couldn't stop watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also baked my very first blueberry cheesecake yesterday. It's surprisingly awesome. I started watching Dawson's Creek, and Kaya (Cory Monteith HNNGGGGG). Thinking about starting How I Met Your Mother, but for real, this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking of getting one of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TGFLRY1Vg6I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/KGrmd10icOk/s1600/Dreamcatcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TGFLRY1Vg6I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/KGrmd10icOk/s320/Dreamcatcher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503762981719475106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams these past few days have either been scary or depressing as hell. :(&lt;br /&gt;I should shut down this blog (oh no don't go). Or privatise it at least.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SOOOOOO DULLLLL AND I HAVE NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-7694382715109626179?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/7694382715109626179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=7694382715109626179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7694382715109626179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7694382715109626179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/08/watching-kaya-episode-2-back-on-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TGFLRY1Vg6I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/KGrmd10icOk/s72-c/Dreamcatcher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-7446846945273056775</id><published>2010-07-11T17:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T17:53:37.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so pissed off. I feel like everyone is telling me to do something. Like, is there something that stops you from doing it yourself? God, I'm just hungry and I just want to laze around and watch Community. Goddammit. I've slogged for the past week. I do deserve at least that, don't I? Evidently, it's that time of the month. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-7446846945273056775?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/7446846945273056775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=7446846945273056775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7446846945273056775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7446846945273056775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-feel-so-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-7390150801415425831</id><published>2010-06-25T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T23:47:44.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Music: Smash It Up - Nocturnal Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why did I think it was a good idea to leave doing a fully-functioning 25% website assignment to the last minute? As usual Justine, you are an idiot. I feel like tearing all my hair out and scream and cry all at the same time. But alas, that doesn't bring me any closer to completing the assignment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This two week break was supposed to be a break, but it feels like I have something going on every single day. I just want one guilt-free day with the computer with no assignments breathing down my neck. Just one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But for now, it's back to the world of drop-down menus and framesets for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-7390150801415425831?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/7390150801415425831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=7390150801415425831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7390150801415425831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7390150801415425831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/06/music-smash-it-up-nocturnal-me-why-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-7346905358368638495</id><published>2010-06-10T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:49:07.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TURNTABLES IN HER EYES</title><content type='html'>Music: Dream On - Glee Cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had coffee and I can practically feel the caffeine pumping through my veins. It's supposed to wake me up but I feel so jittery I can hardly concentrate. It's annoying. Please, just let this be over. I can't wait for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many many many things to watch during the break.&lt;br /&gt;Movies-wise, I have She's Outta My League, Date Night, A Single Man, and Remember Me to watch. TV-wise, it's insane. I have like 2 and a half seasons of Big Bang, 1 season of Dawson's Creek, 1 season of Veronica Mars, half a season of Cougartown and a shitload of tweeny Disney/Nick TV shows to watch. And omg last episode of Glee which I still don't have the time to watch. I WANNA SEE BABY BETH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and when my Deluxe STD comes, I will spam tumblr with many many many pictures of every single thing it came with. I've waited too damn long for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TBDgtuzsEWI/AAAAAAAAAeE/BsSLXzf-ERA/s1600/4523786370_50d40271e4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TBDgtuzsEWI/AAAAAAAAAeE/BsSLXzf-ERA/s320/4523786370_50d40271e4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481127822773457250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-7346905358368638495?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/7346905358368638495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=7346905358368638495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7346905358368638495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/7346905358368638495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/06/music-dream-on-glee-cast-i-just-had.html' title='TURNTABLES IN HER EYES'/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TBDgtuzsEWI/AAAAAAAAAeE/BsSLXzf-ERA/s72-c/4523786370_50d40271e4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-5222809596380699392</id><published>2010-06-02T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T01:42:44.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TAVGWCSiPEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/v21YOIbS9DQ/s1600/big-time-rushjpg-11ee62fe976c9549_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TAVGWCSiPEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/v21YOIbS9DQ/s320/big-time-rushjpg-11ee62fe976c9549_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477861866151754818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What. A. Cute. Band.&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/7144865419086461798-5222809596380699392?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/5222809596380699392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=5222809596380699392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5222809596380699392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5222809596380699392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/06/what.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TAVGWCSiPEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/v21YOIbS9DQ/s72-c/big-time-rushjpg-11ee62fe976c9549_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-5306417629047354062</id><published>2010-05-30T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:04:37.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TAJ-ckqtRoI/AAAAAAAAAd0/lc3CmM8LJ9c/s1600/Ian-and-Nina-ian-somerhalder-and-nina-dobrev-9842575-348-524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TAJ-ckqtRoI/AAAAAAAAAd0/lc3CmM8LJ9c/s320/Ian-and-Nina-ian-somerhalder-and-nina-dobrev-9842575-348-524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477079126180185730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the HTML code's all screwed up but I haven't got the time to fix it/change it, so meh. I feel like everything's gonna come to a head in the week after the coming one, 'cause that's when all the assignments will be due. I'm rushing my Web Design now and I feel like such an idiot. Why is it so damn hard?! Ahsan pushed the deadline for the website to Week 9, but it's already break by then, but I hope he doesn't change it back! If not, I'll be even more screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT THERE'S 2 MORE WEEKS LEFT OF SCHOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's that. This semester has been treating me like shit, so far. And I just really really need the 2 week break to just get back on track, and have a really really long sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Somerhalder's hot. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-5306417629047354062?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/5306417629047354062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=5306417629047354062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5306417629047354062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5306417629047354062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-know-html-codes-all-screwed-up-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/TAJ-ckqtRoI/AAAAAAAAAd0/lc3CmM8LJ9c/s72-c/Ian-and-Nina-ian-somerhalder-and-nina-dobrev-9842575-348-524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-1515404509558848972</id><published>2010-05-21T21:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T23:52:41.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHOA WHOA WHOA Van Wilder: Freshman Year did NOT just use Cavanaugh Park in one of their scenes. How dare they place a piece of genius music in their crappy film. Although I have to admit, it did make the movie a little bit more tolerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristin Cavallari's acting skills can kill. Stick to poorly written reality TV shows, dear. And Jonathan Bennett does not look cute in it. I don't know what happened to him. He was adorable in Mean Girls. I swear, the sound track and Steve Talley are the only saving grace of this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've heard Hedley, The Offspring, Something Corporate and Bowling For Soup in the movie. I think they're trying to compensate with their soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and, if I ever find the time, I wanna start watching Community. Looks fun and like a less clever 30 Rock, set in a community college. And Donald Glover!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-1515404509558848972?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/1515404509558848972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=1515404509558848972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/1515404509558848972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/1515404509558848972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/05/whoa-whoa-whoa-van-wilder-freshman-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-2368131631348554728</id><published>2010-05-21T20:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T23:44:29.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think radio's taking its toll on me. I feel like I'm always randomly bursting into "radioheatwave.com!" Speaking of which, I need to think of a third song for my on-air test 1. And I'm thinking of using The Rock Show. Which means I won't get to play All Time Low at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week has been exhausting for me. These past few weeks, actually. So thank god it's Friday! Finally. There is more than one deadline every week, and with each passing deadline/test, I feel like I'm doing worse and worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched episode 15 of Psych, and episode 19 of Glee (Artie, you broke my heart and made me cry. &lt;/3) And I'm not really in the mood to watch anything else. Tumblr's not really cutting it for me at the moment, either. So I think I'm gonna take myself up on that offer and curl up in bed with a good book. I think I need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-2368131631348554728?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/2368131631348554728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=2368131631348554728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/2368131631348554728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/2368131631348554728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-radios-taking-its-toll-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-4858540147817318252</id><published>2010-05-19T21:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:13:15.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: This Town Ain't Big Enough For The Both Of Us - Sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With no power, comes no responsibility. Except... that wasn't true." - Kick-Ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick-Ass soundtrack is pretty kick ass. So far. And it's kinda geeky too, if that's a term that can be used to describe music. Okay I'm really just procrastinating from doing my Communication Issues draft outline. Please don't let it be graded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is so sad. I have no time to do anything, really. And everything is just so goddamned hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collectivist vs. individualist culture.&lt;br /&gt;WTF ANALYSING A MOVIE IS SUPPOSED TO BE EASY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a love-hate relationship with Nina Dobrev. She's so damn beautiful and down-to-earth, but at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID BITCH GETS TO MAKE OUT WITH THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/S_PwDhBnIeI/AAAAAAAAAdk/8EIo7Q1yYao/s1600/tumblr_l196utgKxU1qa0r0ro1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/S_PwDhBnIeI/AAAAAAAAAdk/8EIo7Q1yYao/s320/tumblr_l196utgKxU1qa0r0ro1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472981915380687330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to catch up on my sleep. Seriously. Someone write my outline for meeeeeeeeee. And I can't wait for some time to just curl up in bed and read The Last Song, which I GOT FOR FREEEEEEEEEE HEHEHEH. I saved 17 dollars, and got a notebook thrown in too. \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-4858540147817318252?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/4858540147817318252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=4858540147817318252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/4858540147817318252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/4858540147817318252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/05/music-this-town-aint-big-enough-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/S_PwDhBnIeI/AAAAAAAAAdk/8EIo7Q1yYao/s72-c/tumblr_l196utgKxU1qa0r0ro1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-5937376330246798138</id><published>2010-05-10T00:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T00:51:11.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight to DVD</title><content type='html'>It's been exactly one month since my last blog entry, and in that one month, not much has changed except for school starting, and my waning interest in Taiwanese dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really want right now, is for some poutine. Which is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/S-bjRNH2wnI/AAAAAAAAAdU/vt4os9NGwvc/s1600/tumblr_l1pybz63Yb1qzhkmfo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/S-bjRNH2wnI/AAAAAAAAAdU/vt4os9NGwvc/s320/tumblr_l1pybz63Yb1qzhkmfo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469308682207937138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French fries with beef gravy and cheese curds. Yum. Seriously, the amount of food porn on Tumblr is incredible. &lt;3  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the two (ahem, English) shows that I'm currently watching are Glee and Vampire Diaries. And I can't decide which I like better. It's so easy to fangirl over Glee, but Vampire Diaries is crazy exciting (not to mention, Damon is possibly hotter than Finn, Puck and Jesse &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;put together&lt;/span&gt;). And their cliffhangers are always so :O And I'm thinking of starting How I Met Your Mother. Yes/No/Maybe? I've been hating on the show for as long as I remember so I feel a little hypocritical starting it now. But I caught a bit of the start of Season 1 today, and it was... nice. Maybe during the next super long school break. Or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I will be incredibly poor for the rest of the month of May because I just spent $93 on the preorder for this:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/S-bkpa5sz5I/AAAAAAAAAdc/iBVg3lmS_2s/s1600/300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/S-bkpa5sz5I/AAAAAAAAAdc/iBVg3lmS_2s/s320/300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469310197735149458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's like a $30 dollar difference then if you were to buy the normal version. I hope there's 30 dollars worth of extra stuff. Please please let it be worth it. Who am I kidding? There's Jack nudity in it. Of course it'll be worth it. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-5937376330246798138?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/5937376330246798138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=5937376330246798138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5937376330246798138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5937376330246798138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/05/straight-to-dvd.html' title='Straight to DVD'/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/S-bjRNH2wnI/AAAAAAAAAdU/vt4os9NGwvc/s72-c/tumblr_l1pybz63Yb1qzhkmfo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-5544396203206809997</id><published>2010-04-10T03:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T04:06:43.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU ME AT SIX IS AWESOME</title><content type='html'>So I've been watching Taiwanese shows lately, but that's not the surprising part. Just today, there's already been a couple of times where I subconsciously THINK in Mandarin, I swear I'm not kidding. Can't wait to practise my newfound skillzZz on my grandmother. Yes, that's what I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got a Tumblr. Hao hao jau gu wo! It's addictive, I won't lie. And the themes are all so pretty. And I have to refrain from reblogging every single remotely amusing thing. But I think my account will eventually be largely neglected. Oh well, I'll fret over it while it's still got my interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/S7-IoeZKpnI/AAAAAAAAAdM/tvAyQ2vT_f8/s1600/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/S7-IoeZKpnI/AAAAAAAAAdM/tvAyQ2vT_f8/s320/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458231502331094642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/S7-ID9DicQI/AAAAAAAAAdE/tHUJ574zEaU/s1600/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-5544396203206809997?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/5544396203206809997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=5544396203206809997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5544396203206809997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5544396203206809997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-me-at-six-is-awesome.html' title='YOU ME AT SIX IS AWESOME'/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/S7-IoeZKpnI/AAAAAAAAAdM/tvAyQ2vT_f8/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-435180051008280962</id><published>2010-04-07T02:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T03:30:06.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I have a thing for ahem, strong eyebrows.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/S7uJ9jiD1zI/AAAAAAAAAc8/QSiQwsWv2NU/s1600/fod1_0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/S7uJ9jiD1zI/AAAAAAAAAc8/QSiQwsWv2NU/s320/fod1_0121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457107064092612402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been loading up on Funny or Die videos (fix the damn problem, YouTube) and I love James Franco. His little brother is just gorgeous too. He's a significantly less gifted actor, he's in the later seasons of Scrubs or it could be just the latest season, I don't know, I could care less about that show, but damn, he is good-looking. Pictures don't really do the boy justice. On video, you can see that his skin is just, flawless. And perfect teeth too. Ugh, it's so annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Zach Galifianakis is so freaking funny. The funniest people are the ones who deliver their lines with a straight face, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to say, Michael Cera is seriously seriously wearing off on me. I guess I thought he was kinda funny and kinda cute right after Juno, but now he's just everywhere and it's the same shtick every single time. It's tiring. I'll still give Scott Pilgrim a chance though, because Michael Cera or not, that movie looks incredibly awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, new season of 10 Things! It was pretty good. Kinda shallow and kinda pointless but lots of fun! Yeah. There are seriously too many shows I have to watch/catch up on, but I'm most excited about Oh My Lady! It's cliche and perfect. Just the way I like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And holy shit, James Franco on 30 Rock! I seriously have to catch up on that show. 2 seasons behind! Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-435180051008280962?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/435180051008280962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=435180051008280962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/435180051008280962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/435180051008280962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-loading-up-on-funny-or-die.html' title='I guess I have a thing for ahem, strong eyebrows.'/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/S7uJ9jiD1zI/AAAAAAAAAc8/QSiQwsWv2NU/s72-c/fod1_0121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-4899526106732466949</id><published>2010-03-27T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T15:45:30.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Crazy Train - Forever The Sickest Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;OFFICIAL TRACK LISTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hit The Lights "More Than A Feeling" (originally recorded by Boston)&lt;br /&gt;2. VersaEmerge "Paint It Black" (originally recorded by The Rolling Stones)&lt;br /&gt;3. The Almost "Free Fallin'" (originally recorded by Tom Petty &amp;amp; The Heartbreakers)&lt;br /&gt;4. Mayday Parade "We Are The Champions" (originally recorded by Queen)&lt;br /&gt;5. The Summer Set "Rock 'n Roll All Nite" (originally recorded by KISS)&lt;br /&gt;6. We The Kings "Caught Up In You" (originally recorded by .38 Special)&lt;br /&gt;7. A Skylit Drive "Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)" (originally recorded by Journey)&lt;br /&gt;8. I See Stars "Your Love" (originally recorded by The Outfield)&lt;br /&gt;9. Pierce The Veil "(Don't Fear) The Reaper" (originally recorded by Blue Oyster Cult)&lt;br /&gt;10. Forever The Sickest Kids "Crazy Train" (originally recorded by Ozzy Osbourne)&lt;br /&gt;11. The Maine "Pour Some Sugar On Me" (originally recorded by Def Leppard)&lt;br /&gt;12. Envy On The Coast "All Along The Watchtower" (originally recorded by Bob Dylan as covered by Jimi Hendrix)&lt;br /&gt;13. Every Avenue "Take Me Home Tonight" (originally recorded by Eddie Money)&lt;br /&gt;14. Never Shout Never "Bohemian Rhapsody" (originally recorded by Queen)&lt;br /&gt;15. blessthefall "Dream On" (originally recorded by Aerosmith)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know more than half of the originals of these songs, but already I want to jump off a bridge looking at the tracklisting. Never Shout Never gtfo. But the songs that are already released sound pretty awesome, except for the Mayday Parade cover. The 30 seconds I heard of it was horrifically bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-4899526106732466949?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/4899526106732466949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=4899526106732466949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/4899526106732466949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/4899526106732466949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/03/music-crazy-train-forever-sickest-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-4272282683570393015</id><published>2010-03-27T15:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T15:28:36.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="320"&gt;Holy shit, this looks awesome beyond belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FHzYj1Vhbjs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FHzYj1Vhbjs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-4272282683570393015?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/4272282683570393015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=4272282683570393015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/4272282683570393015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/4272282683570393015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/03/holy-shit-this-looks-awesome-beyond.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-5259189151323882317</id><published>2010-03-25T01:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T01:46:01.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanted to tell someone about you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/S6pNZiImaxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/7eXS5JMHja0/s1600/robert-pattinson-remember-me-8-1-10-kc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/S6pNZiImaxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/7eXS5JMHja0/s320/robert-pattinson-remember-me-8-1-10-kc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452255399940352786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to write an entire essay here about how much I enjoyed Remember Me but I figured I'd just tell you to see for yourself. It really is a nice little surprise of a movie. And Robert Pattinson, thank you for not killing me with shitty acting. For this time, at least. Or maybe I just find Edward Cullen repulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I'm gonna get this movie when it comes out. I think I'd still enjoy it a second time round, even if it were long at parts. I don't think it's a movie everyone will immediately enjoy. Some will probably find it dull as hell, I dunno. The ending is pretty mind-blowing still, even after getting spoilers from someone. So overall, yes, enjoyable movie. Although 'enjoyable' doesn't really seem to do the movie justice. Shit there's just so many things I want to say about this simultaneously heartbreaking and heartwarming movie, but I can't seem to put them into words. So I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; the movie, let's leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In even less exciting news, my mum refuses to buy this book for me. WHHHYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/S6pOa8WhN9I/AAAAAAAAAcI/7q4Z6hsH6Tw/s1600/The+Last+Song+MTI_Final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/S6pOa8WhN9I/AAAAAAAAAcI/7q4Z6hsH6Tw/s320/The+Last+Song+MTI_Final.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452256523669551058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I can't really bear to part with seventeen bucks so. It's reserved/on loan in every library as well. :( Speaking of which, Miley Cyrus is mentor this week for American idol. Brb dying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-5259189151323882317?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/5259189151323882317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=5259189151323882317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5259189151323882317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/5259189151323882317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-wanted-to-tell-someone-about-you.html' title='I just wanted to tell someone about you.'/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3qmOOmBoLQ/S6pNZiImaxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/7eXS5JMHja0/s72-c/robert-pattinson-remember-me-8-1-10-kc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-8649764793995038543</id><published>2010-03-19T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T19:26:26.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My friends are stupid boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-8649764793995038543?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/8649764793995038543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=8649764793995038543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/8649764793995038543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/8649764793995038543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-friends-are-stupid-boobs.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7144865419086461798.post-2336494165583754644</id><published>2010-03-15T01:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T01:24:31.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm about to spend more money on more things I don't need. Be happy for me! I've been so obsessed with the two soundtracks for Glee recently. Knowing me, it probably won't be long before I go to the nearest CD shop to get them both. I am so disappointed in myself. I swear I will compile a Finn/Cory Monteith video before the holidays are over. ... I probably won't though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glee and Personal Taste in April&lt;br /&gt;Vampire Diaries end of March&lt;br /&gt;SWAC SEASON 2 STARTS TODAY YAYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a complete loser. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7144865419086461798-2336494165583754644?l=itendtorockhard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/feeds/2336494165583754644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7144865419086461798&amp;postID=2336494165583754644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/2336494165583754644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7144865419086461798/posts/default/2336494165583754644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itendtorockhard.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-about-to-spend-more-money-on-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
