<?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-1948012621486183445</id><updated>2011-09-07T08:27:14.826-07:00</updated><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='survey'/><category term='bardot'/><category term='tutor'/><category term='blogspot'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='laptops'/><category term='thanks'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='bored'/><category term='excursion'/><category term='school'/><category term='annalynne mccord'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='moonfest'/><category term='rant'/><title type='text'>Clumsywinnieeh</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>178</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-5605185039040649197</id><published>2010-12-10T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:10:56.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish/want list</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Maxi dress from Ally: $30!! I love this dress, it's so cute. The colour of the fabric is lovely. It's what I love most about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=e8b6e5ce516bfbda50ca5afbd8a83972.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/e8b6e5ce516bfbda50ca5afbd8a83972.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;/strong&gt;Strapless boobtube from Ally: $25. Comes in peach and khaki. I'm really into the colour khaki except I can view it on the website, sucks. But this peach colour looks just as fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=aae99c83d66997847b901b4caf8645ea.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/aae99c83d66997847b901b4caf8645ea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Floral tiered top from Valleygirl. $10. I was going to get this last time but I was with my mum so I didn't get it. I love floral so this top would be another great piece to add to my floral collection :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=4842_1_.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/4842_1_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Bow headband from Cotton On Body. $5. So into bow headbands and turban headbands. But I just love this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=large.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Gather dress from Supre. $10. I just adore this dress, it's very simple but you could team it up with several other clothing. Colours are very similar but I love each and every colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gather-dress-striking-falle-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/gather-dress-striking-falle-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Denim shorts from Supre. $25. I just like how the pockets of these shorts are hanging out and how the bottom of the short is frayed/ripped. I like it in black mostly but indigo isn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pocket-out-black-wash-denim-shorts.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/pocket-out-black-wash-denim-shorts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n40-light-wash-pocket-out-shorts.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/n40-light-wash-pocket-out-shorts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Oversized navy dress from Supre. $7.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=navy-oversize-t-shirt-dress.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/navy-oversize-t-shirt-dress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; 3/4 Denim shirt from Ally. $28. I already have something similar to this except the one I have is much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5fff98b58e9378d3824110d663309fc7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/5fff98b58e9378d3824110d663309fc7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-5605185039040649197?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5605185039040649197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/12/wishwant-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/5605185039040649197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/5605185039040649197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/12/wishwant-list.html' title='wish/want list'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-3593998176336276322</id><published>2010-10-26T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T04:28:16.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- People who say 'no offence' before or after a statement (possible high chance that you just insulsted me idiot)&lt;br /&gt;- People who tell you to 'chill' or 'take a chill pill'&lt;br /&gt;- People who say they hate this person or they're over them and next thing you know they go right back to them (you probably made up but remember your words, maybe mark them next time)&lt;br /&gt;- People who don't fucking reply to me (i've had enough of it and people who are repeat offenders, i will ignore you the next time you start a conversation with me)&lt;br /&gt;- People who are constantly hyprocriting themselves (wtf, seriously?)&lt;br /&gt;- People who give in to peer pressure&lt;br /&gt;- People who think they know me so well &lt;br /&gt;- People who stare at me up and down (seriously, staring problem much?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the people that piss the hell out of me. Yeah I probably sound like a bitch but I thought you should know what ticks me off :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-3593998176336276322?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3593998176336276322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/10/people-who-say-no-offence-before-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/3593998176336276322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/3593998176336276322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/10/people-who-say-no-offence-before-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-5328977970038733205</id><published>2010-10-21T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T02:15:40.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>decency darling</title><content type='html'>You know what ticks me off so much? When someone starts a conversation with you then you reply back and the conversation is flowing and going great and then all of a sudden, they decide to not reply to you. Or vice versa. God dammit, that is so fustrating. Sometimes I tell myself to give them a taste of their own medicine but in the end I'll feel to bad. But there is only so much time left until I simply don't give a crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-5328977970038733205?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5328977970038733205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/10/decency-darling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/5328977970038733205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/5328977970038733205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/10/decency-darling.html' title='decency darling'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-9177872493193831031</id><published>2010-10-19T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T02:23:23.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fools</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, people really think they know me but hell, are they wrong. There's this whole other side that you have not seen. So shut your little mouths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-9177872493193831031?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/9177872493193831031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/10/fools.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/9177872493193831031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/9177872493193831031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/10/fools.html' title='fools'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-6963549546974527264</id><published>2010-09-23T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T00:31:49.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TJsCNdjw_yI/AAAAAAAAAYI/TquMP6XBrRU/s1600/miley.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520008198568869666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TJsCNdjw_yI/AAAAAAAAAYI/TquMP6XBrRU/s400/miley.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my fave looks and outfit from Miley EVER. I'm really starting to love this girl and her unique sense of style. &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/1948012621486183445-6963549546974527264?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6963549546974527264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/09/mc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/6963549546974527264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/6963549546974527264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/09/mc.html' title='mc'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TJsCNdjw_yI/AAAAAAAAAYI/TquMP6XBrRU/s72-c/miley.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-1028510451629283942</id><published>2010-09-08T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T02:52:15.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever</title><content type='html'>yeah, you are friend but sometimes you can be the biggest hiprocrite! you say you won't do this, you won't care about that, next thing you know you fucking go behind your words. i know your my friend but whenever you do this, you piss me off honestly. you probably don't notice cos i don't do/say anything bout it, i just keep quiet to myself about these things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-1028510451629283942?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1028510451629283942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/09/whatever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1028510451629283942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1028510451629283942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/09/whatever.html' title='whatever'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-7874973476974306491</id><published>2010-08-31T05:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T05:17:48.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a la beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;JANUARY=PIMP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the centre. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them MFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEBRUARY=THUG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. sexiest out of everyone.A real speed demon. Has more than one best friend. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions. Resend this in 5 min. and you will talk to someone new and realize that you are a perfect match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARCH=GORGEOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Drop dead gorgeous!!! Attractive personality. Very sexy!!. Affectionate &amp;amp; Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Chatterbox! Loves to talk alot! Loves to get their way! . Unbelievable kisser! Easily angered. Very stubborn in the most way possible! Loves to get noticed! Willing to take risks for others. Makes good choices. Has a great fashion sense! Maybe a little too popular with others . Outgoing and crazy at times! Intelligent. Can sometimes be a heartbreaker! Can love as much as possible! Hates insults. Loves compliments! A very big flirt!and quiet the charmer. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. The best in bed out of the other 11 months!! Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Observant and assesses others.likes to keep theyre crushes kinda secret.pretty much flawless If you repost this in the next 5 mins, you will meet your new love in 8 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APRIL=SEXY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising.. Funny and humorous. Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does work well with others. Very confident. Sensitive.. Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Able to cheer everyone up and/or make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and others. Understanding. Fun to be around. Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive. Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and travelling. Systematic.. Hot but has brains. If you repost this in 5 mins, a cutie that’s caught your eye will introduce themselves and you will realize at&lt;br /&gt;you are very much alike in the next 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAY=LOVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hella sexy, loves sex n making luv, tends to be SOOOOO hott!! Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore. Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand. if you do not repost this in the next 5 mins. someone very close to you will become mad at you in the next 8 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUNE =FINEASS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Loves to try new things. Boy/girls LOVE you. You are very hott. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takesrep pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt.Witty and sparkly.spazzy at times.Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover. Repost this in the next 5 mins and your reputation will boost someway in the next 12 day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JULY=GANGSTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You’ve got the best personality and are an absolute pleasure to be around. You love to make new friends and be outgoing. You are a great flirt and more than likely have a very attractive partner, a wicked hottie. Like somebody with a JUNE brithday. It is also more likely than that you have a massive record collection. When it comes to films, you know how to pick them and may one day become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck, you’ve got the looks for it!!! IN the next 6 days you will meet someone that may possibly become one of your closest friends, if you repost this in 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUGUST=ATTITUDE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. self control. kind hearted. Self confident. loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. easy to get along with and talk to. has an “every thing’s peachy” attitude. likes talking and singing. loves music. daydreamer. easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. loves to be loved. hates studying. in need of “that someone”. longs for freedom. rebellious when withheld or restricted. lives by “no pain no gain” caring. always a suspect. playful. mysterious. “charming” or “beautiful” to everyone. stubborn. curious.. independent. strong willed. a fighter. repost in 5 mins and you will meet the love of your life sometime next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEPTEMBER=PIMP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the centre. Great in bed. Inner and physical beauty. Doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. A meaningful love life partner. Makes right choices. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making friends. Does not harm others. It is all about love and fairness. Easily hurt and hard to recover. Daydreamer and does fullfill. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Knows what to do, to have fun. Unpredictable. Someone to have close to you. Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all. If you repost this in the next 5 minutes, you will kiss the one that you been wanting…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OCTOBER=HOTTIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a kind. Repost in 5 mins &amp;amp; you will excel in a major event coming up sometime this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOVEMBER=SWEETIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck.. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves travelling. Dislike being at home. Restless. having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. If you repost this in the next 5 minutes, you will become close to someone you do not speak to much in the next 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DECEMBER=BEAUTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This straight-up means ur the most good-looking Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves travelling. Dislike being at home. Restless. having many children. Hardworking. High spirited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-7874973476974306491?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7874973476974306491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/08/la-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7874973476974306491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7874973476974306491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/08/la-beauty.html' title='a la beauty'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-8085927030386171748</id><published>2010-08-31T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T04:46:33.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many people are pissing me off real bad at the moment, but I just try to keep everything chill and keep it all inside me. I don't know why I put up with this kinda shit, honestly. The thing is, yes, I get angry but then I easily forgive them in the end. It may be a good thing but for some situations I feel like they shouldn't be let off so easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hate school. School sucks. It used to be fun, back in year 7 and 8 and a bit of year 9 too. Now everything sucks. &lt;strong&gt;I can't wait until it's the fucking holidays again. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-8085927030386171748?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8085927030386171748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-many-people-are-pissing-me-off-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8085927030386171748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8085927030386171748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-many-people-are-pissing-me-off-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-2005960858894791474</id><published>2010-08-28T18:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T18:54:31.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>idiots</title><content type='html'>People who don't usually talk to you but when they need something or whatever, they come running to you. Wtf, who do you think you are? You people are a &lt;strong&gt;piss off&lt;/strong&gt;! Maybe I shouldn't even reply to you people..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-2005960858894791474?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/2005960858894791474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/08/idiots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/2005960858894791474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/2005960858894791474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/08/idiots.html' title='idiots'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-7109282713533863180</id><published>2010-08-28T00:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T00:10:45.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rant</title><content type='html'>So about two months ago, I had to pull out 3 tooths. 2 at the top (not visible) and 1 at the bottom where you could see it. The reason why I had to pull them out is so that there could be space for my teeth to move back. And lately PEOPLE have been laughing at it. What the fuck is your problem? When you were younger you guys had gaps between your teeth aswell while they were still growing. Just so you know,  you guys can laugh all the fuck you want but remember in the end I'm going to have nicer looking teeth than yours alright. To sum it up, if you have horrible teeth and you're going to get braces in the future and you have to pull out some teeth. Let's see who'll be laughing. Fuck heads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-7109282713533863180?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7109282713533863180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/08/rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7109282713533863180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7109282713533863180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/08/rant.html' title='rant'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-4875562673590115439</id><published>2010-08-20T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T05:35:49.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>must haves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jj.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/jj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this outfit!!!!!!! Tapered pants and a creamy sweater, sighs :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-4875562673590115439?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4875562673590115439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/08/must-haves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4875562673590115439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4875562673590115439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/08/must-haves.html' title='must haves'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-5084462956144609076</id><published>2010-08-02T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T04:59:00.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bardot'/><title type='text'>lust list</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TFaukYMcTcI/AAAAAAAAAX4/6LhfY-c7Okk/s1600/hh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500775934872800706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TFaukYMcTcI/AAAAAAAAAX4/6LhfY-c7Okk/s400/hh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, Winter is almost over in about a month. Yay for that because I've been quite dreading the cold although same time I don't really want Spring/Summer either because I've still got a tan from last year and I don't think it has went away yet.... Ahah, I hate tans big time. Anyway, I just wanna say that this knit wear is so cute. Perfect with leggings and combat boots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TFaukJMvgpI/AAAAAAAAAXw/v6LXtM98s5k/s1600/ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500775930847527570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TFaukJMvgpI/AAAAAAAAAXw/v6LXtM98s5k/s400/ba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love the 1st one, reminds me of Alexander Wang's version. 2nd one- Love it also, so girly and floral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TFasAE5zHgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/KT2IVEz2HUk/s1600/bardot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500773112195784194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TFasAE5zHgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/KT2IVEz2HUk/s400/bardot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bardot Frill Ditsy Bustier:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I usually don't do bustiers. But this is an exception. It's so cute, very summery and floral!&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/1948012621486183445-5084462956144609076?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5084462956144609076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/08/lust-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/5084462956144609076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/5084462956144609076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/08/lust-list.html' title='lust list'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TFaukYMcTcI/AAAAAAAAAX4/6LhfY-c7Okk/s72-c/hh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-5385820551405122620</id><published>2010-07-14T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T03:26:12.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in the spotlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bow.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/bow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love floral, I love dresses with bows at the back. Very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=combalt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/combalt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not afraid to chuck on a dress with a few jewels. I especially love the dress because of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bebe.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/bebe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1st: For all of you who don't know, I love one shoulder dresses! I'm thinking of wearing a one shoulder to my formal, that's if I find a breathtaking one though. I also love the one shoulders that are Grecian inspired. Those are &lt;em&gt;de&lt;/em&gt;vine!&lt;br /&gt;2nd: Yep very simple yet chic. You can do your hair in curls and put it up, a red shade of lipstick that will go with the dress and probably a pair of pumps. I think if you do this dress with a pair of strappy heels it could work, or it would clash and just over do the whole outfit.&lt;br /&gt;3rd: Bright, colourful dress. Pair it up with a pair of black heels or pumps. Perhaps some gold coloured jewlerry and a clutch.&lt;br /&gt;4th: If you girls watch Pretty Little Liars, you might have seen Spencer wear this dress in the Homecoming ep. She looks very gorgeous in this dress. Yeah it's very simple but with the right jewlery, pair of heels, choice of makeup and you'll be good to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-5385820551405122620?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5385820551405122620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-spotlight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/5385820551405122620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/5385820551405122620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-spotlight.html' title='in the spotlight'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-4018078291151186992</id><published>2010-07-12T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T03:37:31.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annalynne mccord'/><title type='text'>classy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fanpop.com/spots/annalynne-mccord/links/8150814" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="AnnaLynne @ Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week Spring 2010 - Alice + Olivia" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/8100000/AnnaLynne-Mercedes-Benz-Fashion-Week-Spring-2010-Alice-Olivia-annalynne-mccord-8150814-500-364.jpg" width="500" height="364" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanpop.com/spots/annalynne-mccord/links/8200864" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="AnnaLyne @ the 2009 Entertainment Weekly &amp;amp; Women In Film pre-Emmy party " src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/8200000/AnnaLyne-the-2009-Entertainment-Weekly-Women-In-Film-pre-Emmy-party-annalynne-mccord-8200864-313-500.jpg" width="313" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanpop.com/spots/annalynne-mccord/links/8219855" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="AnnaLynne @ Entertainment Weekly And Women In Film Pre-Emmy Party" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/8200000/AnnaLynne-Entertainment-Weekly-And-Women-In-Film-Pre-Emmy-Party-annalynne-mccord-8219855-274-399.jpg" width="274" height="399" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanpop.com/spots/annalynne-mccord/links/8220197" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="AnnaLynne @ The Suite Life: Skybar Emmy Suites - Day 2" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/8200000/AnnaLynne-The-Suite-Life-Skybar-Emmy-Suites-Day-2-annalynne-mccord-8220197-263-399.jpg" width="263" height="399" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanpop.com/spots/annalynne-mccord/links/8238409" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="AnnaLynne @ HBO Luxury Lounge In Honor Of The EMMY Awards - Day 2" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/8200000/AnnaLynne-HBO-Luxury-Lounge-In-Honor-Of-The-EMMY-Awards-Day-2-annalynne-mccord-8238409-266-399.jpg" width="266" height="399" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-4018078291151186992?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4018078291151186992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/classy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4018078291151186992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4018078291151186992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/classy.html' title='classy'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-6952749705246764630</id><published>2010-07-08T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T04:55:21.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eli sabb</title><content type='html'>I'm so head over heels in love with Elie Saab's &lt;em&gt;Haute Couture Spring/Summer 10&lt;/em&gt;. The gowns are just sooo devine. I love the colours for the dresses, there's aqua, lavender, nude, beige, organza, pink andtaupe. From lace to sequins, chiffon, layers, draping and tulle. Ahhhhh, I'm just so amazed at his collection. Here are a few from his collection :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=382789-1_l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/382789-1_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=382791-1_l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/382791-1_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=382795-1_l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/382795-1_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=382809-1_l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/382809-1_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=382825-1_l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/382825-1_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=382863-1_l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/382863-1_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ofcourse the designer walking down the runway. But there should be a model beside him! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-6952749705246764630?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6952749705246764630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/eli-sabb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/6952749705246764630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/6952749705246764630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/eli-sabb.html' title='eli sabb'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-6483387618552757059</id><published>2010-07-07T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T04:35:03.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l4krxuv3Jz1qbpx6lo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/tumblr_l4krxuv3Jz1qbpx6lo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robert Pattinson:&lt;/strong&gt; So darn cute in the first pic when he's smiling3&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l4mzllPVaM1qbpx6lo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/tumblr_l4mzllPVaM1qbpx6lo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nikki Reed and Jaden Smith:&lt;/strong&gt; Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l4k0t3xZYv1qbpx6lo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/tumblr_l4k0t3xZYv1qbpx6lo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashley Greene:&lt;/strong&gt; Love it how her outfit is so simple yet she looks she good in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l4krl2nxNz1qbpx6lo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/tumblr_l4krl2nxNz1qbpx6lo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miley Cyrus:&lt;/strong&gt; Love the outfut! When I first saw her hair like this, I instantly thought eww, now I'm growing onto her hair without extentions. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l4gdw2Tqjf1qbpx6lo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/tumblr_l4gdw2Tqjf1qbpx6lo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taylor Swift:&lt;/strong&gt; I fucking love her bathing suit. The polka dots, the high waisted bottoms (I'll definitely be searching for high waisted bottoms for Summer) so vintage and cute. She really pulled it off well by completing the outfit with a pair of red sunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l4hx28pFxw1qbpx6lo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/tumblr_l4hx28pFxw1qbpx6lo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taylor Momsen:&lt;/strong&gt; Man, I used to adore this chick so much but now I have neutral feelings towards her. None the less, I love her outfit. I also like her garter, I wish I could wear those kinda things without people judging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l4dvk4T9JJ1qbpx6lo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/tumblr_l4dvk4T9JJ1qbpx6lo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashley Greene:&lt;/strong&gt; Stunning. I really like how she did her hair here. Very simple but pulled it off well. The dress is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l4cf5aiDsX1qbpx6lo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/tumblr_l4cf5aiDsX1qbpx6lo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shenae Grimes:&lt;/strong&gt; Very cute in this dress also how her hair is up in a bun. Love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-6483387618552757059?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6483387618552757059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/hollywood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/6483387618552757059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/6483387618552757059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/hollywood.html' title='hollywood'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-1678763109770836687</id><published>2010-07-06T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:42:56.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>truth is better than the lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm not afriad to admit you are my biggest regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-1678763109770836687?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1678763109770836687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/truth-is-better-than-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1678763109770836687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1678763109770836687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/truth-is-better-than-lie.html' title='truth is better than the lie'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-4517778088880951510</id><published>2010-07-06T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T05:07:47.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can't get enough of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l4k9iygXoR1qatyd2o1_1280.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/tumblr_l4k9iygXoR1qatyd2o1_1280.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I used to be like 'yeah whatever it's just Taylor Launter' whenever all the girls squealed over his abs. But now I've come to realised that his such a attractive guy!!! Arghhhh :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l4jzmrKFZL1qzm7cco1_500_l-1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/tumblr_l4jzmrKFZL1qzm7cco1_500_l-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooooo! I love them, but they haven't confirmed whether or not they are a couple right? But these two are soo cute together. And Rob, looking handsome in the suit and I'm really attracted to him in this haircut. Don't get me wrong, I also like his old hair aswell. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l4k9dnNttv1qatyd2o1_500.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/tumblr_l4k9dnNttv1qatyd2o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELOVELOVELOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-4517778088880951510?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4517778088880951510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/cant-get-enough-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4517778088880951510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4517778088880951510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/cant-get-enough-of-you.html' title='can&apos;t get enough of you'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-487486230365207043</id><published>2010-07-06T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T02:00:27.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ain't thinkin bout you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I should've said this a few days ago but, I AM SO FUCKING GLAD IT'S THE HOLIDAYS!! I seriously needed a break from all the drama but when the two weeks of holidays is up, that's when my life is gonna be hell and I'm going to dread every day of it. I just wanna avoid so many people! I hate school so much right now, sometimes I just want to be home-schooled or change to another school but then that would mean bigger changes.. I'm not ready to face &lt;em&gt;them, &lt;/em&gt;I don't even wanna see their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so far, I've went to watch Eclipse as mentioned below and today I just went to watch Toy Story 3 in 3D. There wasn't that much 3D action going on, but it was still good. I loved the movie, is this the end to it? Towards the end I got a bit teary, omg lol. Couldn't hold the tears in, saying Goodbye to Woody and all the other toys were so sad.. I also feel like watching Karate Kid, so I'll probably go another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just wanna say, I hope you won't do what you did to me, to her. If not, I hope you will never be forgiven. You don't deserve anyones love if you do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l50uf3dJnO1qa44fmo1_1280.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/tumblr_l50uf3dJnO1qa44fmo1_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lots-o-huggin-bear:&lt;/strong&gt; (the pinkish/purple one) Omg!! Lotso was the biggest pain in the arse. He was so selfish towards the end with the exit situation, I just wish that Buzz and Woody would have gotten revenge on him, grrrr. Oh the baby was also really freaky yet somewhat cute. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l4verfS1jM1qa44fmo1_1280.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/tumblr_l4verfS1jM1qa44fmo1_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Various scenes from the Toy Story 1,2 and 3 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l4ux9eyDOz1qadgyro1_1280.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/tumblr_l4ux9eyDOz1qadgyro1_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A scene from Up: &lt;/strong&gt;Is this foreal? What a coincidence if it is, unless someone photoshopped it in or something LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everyone needs a “Woody” in their life, someone who will stick with you from beginning to end. Someone who will never give up on you, who will be there for you no matter what ."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Just thought that was cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-487486230365207043?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/487486230365207043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/aint-thinkin-bout-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/487486230365207043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/487486230365207043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/aint-thinkin-bout-you.html' title='ain&apos;t thinkin bout you'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-4258728716124543219</id><published>2010-07-04T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T22:20:14.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight</title><content type='html'>So I was thinking maybe I should start reading Breaking Dawn since the movie isn't coming out until November 2011 (well atleast that's what a source stated) and the 2nd part of it will be out the following Summer. Talk about long, everyone's going to be dying inside waiting for the FINAL movie of Twlight, ever. And if I do start reading Breaking Dawn, maybe I should read New Moon + Eclipse aswell? But I really can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored at the moment, just youtubing New Moon's soundtrack at the moment, seeing if I like any of them. Well I really like these two, Possibility by Lykke Li and Herring Damage by Thom Yorke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why some people think Twilight is gay? I honestly find it really good. They might think it's too chick flick and all by those girls who love it but they should seriously go watch the movie instead of instantly calling it gay. Anyways, back to youtubing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-4258728716124543219?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4258728716124543219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/twilight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4258728716124543219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4258728716124543219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/twilight.html' title='twilight'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-7946487504396926878</id><published>2010-07-04T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T21:16:37.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l4y7tmyH591qzzbuao1_1280.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/tumblr_l4y7tmyH591qzzbuao1_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edward: and Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; Yep I ship them all the way! They're just too cute. :) Edward is such a romantic guy, hahaha too bad his fake aye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l502g88grg1qzsuffo1_1280.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/tumblr_l502g88grg1qzsuffo1_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edward and Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; This isn't a scene in Eclipse. It was in Twilight, but I just wanted to add it in cause I just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l4y7xdi6kx1qzzbuao1_1280.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/tumblr_l4y7xdi6kx1qzzbuao1_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob: I like him and I feel sorry for him too at times (especially in New Moon towards the end where Bella rejects him and his in a wolf state and just tears and goes away) although sometimes he can be the biggest pain in the arse by always making Bella choose him over Edward. But we all know Edward is the one for Bella &lt;3&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l4y784PRtV1qzzbuao1_1280.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/tumblr_l4y784PRtV1qzzbuao1_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carlisle and Esme:&lt;/strong&gt; I fucking love this couple. Especially Carlisle, arghhhh he's so sexy! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l4y7pgcP0P1qzzbuao1_1280.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/tumblr_l4y7pgcP0P1qzzbuao1_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Volturi:&lt;/strong&gt; (Demitri, Alec and Jane) Wooooo! I love them even though they are quite diabolical in my opinion but mainly the reason why they're so tough is because they want to keep vampires quiet from the humans + the world. Hot + sexy &lt;em&gt;villians.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l4y7g5C6N91qzzbuao1_1280.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/tumblr_l4y7g5C6N91qzzbuao1_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Riley and The New Borns:&lt;/strong&gt; I love Riley!!!! His such a sexy badass ;) Too bad he was &lt;em&gt;blind&lt;/em&gt; and fell for Victoria's words. And damn, were those new borners off the hook!! Seriously wild shit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l4y7bvqJi51qzzbuao1_1280.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/tumblr_l4y7bvqJi51qzzbuao1_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jabob and Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; I kinda like them but it will always be Edward and Bella for me. I just didn't really feel the chemistry between them two but maybe that was just me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-7946487504396926878?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7946487504396926878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/eclipse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7946487504396926878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7946487504396926878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-457112125320693860</id><published>2010-07-01T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T06:47:03.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More quizzes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE 'REAL' ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got great self-confidence and you're full of charm. Most guys who get to know you will be attracted to you. You are far from sweet and proper; your intriguing personality fascinates them. Most guys find it easy to fall for a girl like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really care about other people's feelings. You do things the way you want and usually think only about yourself. You are easy-going and love to have fun, but you can be irresponsible as well. You are not keen on serious discussions because they can make you remember that life isn't always about parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a bright, cheerful and bubbly person. You are thoughtful and considerate, and like to have fun. Everybody feels comfortable around you because of your pleasant nature. When you walk into a room, people's eyes are likely to be drawn to you because of your charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your peers think of you as a fun person, but sometimes you can be a little irresponsible. You can be somewhat childish, and can try to ignore the fact that you will one day need to really grow up and be a mature adult! Perhaps you could start reading good books; they might help you look at the world in a different light. You do want to be taken seriously, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your boyfriend believes that you are a strong and independent person. Your confidence and cheerfulness make you an attractive person to be around, but sometimes you need to pay more attention to what other people, including your boyfriend, are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY PERSONALITY LOVE STYLE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You desire a love that will last forever. You are quite serious about finding this type of love, and that's why you think carefully about the men that you meet before deciding whether you could really love them. You don't just develop a crush on someone overnight: you look at a person's personality and other aspects of their life before deciding to form an attachment. If a guy doesn't meet your expectations, you would rather be alone. Your love has to be perfect. Be careful though, you could be missing out on some worthy relationships because your standards are so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY PERSONALITY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kind and Gentle:&lt;/em&gt; Your kindness is your charm - you are also gentle and sweet. Everybody likes to be around people with your personality. Like a psychologist, people like to talk to you to discuss their problems because you are proper and discrete, as well as confident. You look mature and people respect you. People with this kind of character are few and far between.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-457112125320693860?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/457112125320693860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/real-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/457112125320693860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/457112125320693860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/real-me.html' title='More quizzes?'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-3003209008832152602</id><published>2010-07-01T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T06:31:03.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prettytrue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test yourself here &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-3003209008832152602?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3003209008832152602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/prettytrue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/3003209008832152602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/3003209008832152602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/prettytrue.html' title='Prettytrue...'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-662720380634632770</id><published>2010-07-01T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T06:22:47.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meaning Of The First Letter In Your Name</title><content type='html'>A - The A first name is a very significant letter because it represents the beginning of the alphabet. It is representative of the beginning from which all else flows. It symbolizes a very strong independent individual who has the courage, energy, and spirit to achieve whatever they want in life. Often, they have several relationships through life. They need someone who will support their aims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B – If this is the first letter of your name, then you are a more frivolous and emotional individual. You will often make your entire life about another person rather than yourself. They are also good cooks and very friendly and hospitable. This sensitive letter is easily hurt and does not tend to talk to anyone who leaves them ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C – This letter defines a very skillful, versatile, and competent individual. They are gentle, kind, and very lavish with their money. Many are natural born promoters. In an argument, you want their gentle wit, fairness, and logic on your side. However, the C first name letter can also be vicious and vengeful if they feel hurt. Loyalty means a lot to them in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D – This letter describes a very loyal and trustworthy individual, who is always there for others. D’s have a firm sense of purpose in life that makes them sexy, vibrant, and larger than life. They are also excellent business people who at times seem a bit emotionally distant even though they are great lovers with huge libidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E – This letter is very social and values friendships above all us. They are very dexterous and good at repairs around the house. They are not that faithful when it comes to love and their desire to travel and be independent can sometimes cause them to push their lover away. However, they usually come back once they are done experimenting with other relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F – This letter denotes an optimist with a great sense of humor. Many are natural and professional entertainers and they love to “bring people up” with their artistic endeavors. They enjoy socializing and being in a crowd but are not as good “one on one” preferring time with a good friend to time spent with a lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G – This letter describes a very philosophical and analytical individual who loves to read, study history, and travel. They are also very meditative personalities that are greatly attracted to religion. They are also very tidy individuals that have high expectations of other people and often are very disappointed when they are not met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H – This letter symbolizes creative power. They are self-motivated and very controlling individuals. They are driven to succeed as artists and often see relationships as standing in the way of that. Many of them are destined to make quite a bit of money doing what they love best during their lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I – This is a letter that symbolizes “what’s right” and courage. This is a very pure and kind soul that plays it straight all through life. People with an “I” as the first letter of their name also put a great emphasis on being elegant and stylish. Many of them have careers in art and fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J – This is the letter of ruthless ambition. People with this letter will stop at nothing to get what they want out of life. The J type is also honest to a fault, so much so that they drive friends and partners away with their candid observations and humor. However, for the most part, they are kind and well meaning and do well when they find an understanding partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K – This is a letter of extremes and the owner of this as first name letter tends to play several roles in life. They are very strong and emotional people who also need to be the center of attention. They are relentless when it comes to getting what it is that they want out of life. They are also great lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - This first name letter symbolizes an energetic and charismatic person who is too restless to settle down. They often go from relationship to relationship without really falling deeply in love in life. Career wise, they do fantastic and many are destined to make a great deal of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M – This first name letter is courageous, intelligent, and a hard worker. You couldn’t find a more loyal friend. They do not try to manipulate others and take them at face value. They are good at giving others advice. They make reliable marriage partners and can become great providers and parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N – This letter describes someone with writing or artistic talent. They are great communicators, but their creativity can also making them too eccentric to have a relationship with. Many of them have a restless, studious nature that distances them from other people except in a very objective way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O – This is a first name letter that values wisdom and education above everything else. Many O’s are destined to be teachers and writers. They tend to be quite moral and stand up for what is right. They tend to be meeting their soul mate early on in life and stay with that person until death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P – People with a P first name letter tend to be talented, bright, and very creative. They are often very talkative and wise beyond their years. This is also a letter that knows how to have fun, especially sexually. They are exciting lovers who tend to remain faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q – Individuals with the Q first name letter are good writers and orators. Many of them are playwrights, musicians, and actors. They have strong opinions. The downside is that many of them are black and white thinkers who will never allow others to win an argument. However, they are good lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - R first name people are loyal, compassionate, and affectionate. However, they are always looking out for number one and can be quite faithless if they see an opportunity for gold digging or social climbing. They love challenges and will eagerly attack tasks that others shy away from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - This letter symbolizes sex, charm and charisma. They love glamor and being the center of attention. Many of them end up as politicians, actors, or as professional models. Being rich means more to them than anything and an S will work hard to achieve the goal of great wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - This is a first name letter that likes to keep busy. Sometimes they are too busy to maintain their relationships as they prefer to focus on their career. The “T” is also fastidiously neat and can become quite upset if things are not orderly. This letter can also be insanely jealous so it is recommended that if you love one that you stay faithful to him or her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - These talented and unique individuals are great artists and writers. They are also incredibly disorganized and famous for accumulating clutter. This makes them quite hard to live with. Many of them experience a succession of relationships in their life rather than marrying just one person. The U is good in bed but tends to be faithless which makes it hard for them to be with just one person in life for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V – The V individual is handy and practical and never at a loss for words. They are the “fixers” in the alphabet. They are loyal, loving, and good in bed. They have a kind heart and their word is as good as gold. However, they can be a bit possessive and territorial of lovers. They also enjoy gossip and meddling by matchmaking lovers for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W - People with a W name tend to be very sexy and charismatic. They are fashionable, affectionate, and great in bed. They hold their cards close to their chest, which gives them the illusion of being loners, but in reality they value friends above all. They are difficult to get to know but well worth knowing. They can also be trusted with any secret in life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - The Y first letter symbolizes independence and freedom. Y’s are daring enterprising business people who are not afraid to take risks. They are progressive thinkers that excel at inspiring others. They are refined individuals who enjoy the good things in life. They do not have much patience for people who are poor. They are very status conscious and many Y’s marry wealthy people in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z – These are trusting individuals who surround themselves with a clique of friends. You rarely see this social first name letter alone. They need the security of being surrounded by a crowd. They make great counselors because they have a great understanding of others. Many of them are willing to take more risks than most people for love. The result is that they often get hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-662720380634632770?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/662720380634632770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/meaning-of-first-letter-in-your-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/662720380634632770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/662720380634632770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/07/meaning-of-first-letter-in-your-name.html' title='The Meaning Of The First Letter In Your Name'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-7030672999908411801</id><published>2010-06-27T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T04:45:55.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show stopper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCc5riakCDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/6de5ckbsKyg/s1600/tumblr_l4o7itBbUx1qaap0q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487418091109615666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCc5riakCDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/6de5ckbsKyg/s400/tumblr_l4o7itBbUx1qaap0q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCc5rC3UeXI/AAAAAAAAAXM/oOpd5-4Jv60/s1600/tumblr_l4o7j3NhUR1qaap0q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487418082640296306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCc5rC3UeXI/AAAAAAAAAXM/oOpd5-4Jv60/s400/tumblr_l4o7j3NhUR1qaap0q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCc4_VUItMI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kFpUQY8WzGg/s1600/tumblr_l4o7ilsG5k1qaap0q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487417331678753986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCc4_VUItMI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kFpUQY8WzGg/s400/tumblr_l4o7ilsG5k1qaap0q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCc4_E63CPI/AAAAAAAAAW8/y62iO-lbNDM/s1600/tumblr_l4o7i30XU11qaap0q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487417327277770994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCc4_E63CPI/AAAAAAAAAW8/y62iO-lbNDM/s400/tumblr_l4o7i30XU11qaap0q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCc4-1J36nI/AAAAAAAAAW0/nf8e82L7gic/s1600/tumblr_l4o7hvwJpu1qaap0q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487417323045775986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCc4-1J36nI/AAAAAAAAAW0/nf8e82L7gic/s400/tumblr_l4o7hvwJpu1qaap0q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCc4-tAgSHI/AAAAAAAAAWs/jQCsh9bs8dE/s1600/tumblr_l4o7hneAAu1qaap0q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487417320858994802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCc4-tAgSHI/AAAAAAAAAWs/jQCsh9bs8dE/s400/tumblr_l4o7hneAAu1qaap0q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCc4-PCmwrI/AAAAAAAAAWk/4nlEnXhdxeQ/s1600/tumblr_l4o7hfl3cC1qaap0q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487417312814744242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCc4-PCmwrI/AAAAAAAAAWk/4nlEnXhdxeQ/s400/tumblr_l4o7hfl3cC1qaap0q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-7030672999908411801?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7030672999908411801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/06/show-stopper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7030672999908411801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7030672999908411801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/06/show-stopper.html' title='Show stopper'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCc5riakCDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/6de5ckbsKyg/s72-c/tumblr_l4o7itBbUx1qaap0q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-3018482299973517142</id><published>2010-06-22T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T17:46:31.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misc</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCFY7wqMjPI/AAAAAAAAAWc/6oZex6K0HII/s1600/Feature+wal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485763604811386098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCFY7wqMjPI/AAAAAAAAAWc/6oZex6K0HII/s400/Feature+wal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love this wall. I want it as my feature wall :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCFY7q2uoOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/yEYxH84Do24/s1600/Cute+boy+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485763603253338338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCFY7q2uoOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/yEYxH84Do24/s400/Cute+boy+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCFY7ba5h2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/5VVN97_eY4c/s1600/13436_120306311346349_100001009413961_119450_5902913_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485763599110080354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCFY7ba5h2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/5VVN97_eY4c/s400/13436_120306311346349_100001009413961_119450_5902913_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCFY696ROzI/AAAAAAAAAWE/8EvtdjDfiKE/s1600/tumblr_l48sscuV7x1qaqjyfo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485763591188593458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCFY696ROzI/AAAAAAAAAWE/8EvtdjDfiKE/s400/tumblr_l48sscuV7x1qaqjyfo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Soooo cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCFY6v-vABI/AAAAAAAAAV8/e2OtMuKXM_M/s1600/tumblr_l443miCptk1qal30oo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485763587449225234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCFY6v-vABI/AAAAAAAAAV8/e2OtMuKXM_M/s400/tumblr_l443miCptk1qal30oo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenny Luong if you're reading this, you know who this is directed to!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1948012621486183445-3018482299973517142?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3018482299973517142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/06/misc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/3018482299973517142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/3018482299973517142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/06/misc.html' title='Misc'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/TCFY7wqMjPI/AAAAAAAAAWc/6oZex6K0HII/s72-c/Feature+wal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-3086150791186781709</id><published>2010-06-20T23:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:16:48.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate you,&lt;br /&gt;I hate who you made me become. You made me become such a vulnerable person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the fucking biggest mistakeI have &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; made in my life. And so far my biggest &lt;strong&gt;REGRET&lt;/strong&gt;. I just wanna erase you out of my mind completely so that next time we cross paths I don't have to get those weird feelings in my stomach, so that we are complete &lt;strong&gt;STRANGERS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-3086150791186781709?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3086150791186781709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hate-you-i-hate-who-you-made-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/3086150791186781709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/3086150791186781709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hate-you-i-hate-who-you-made-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-1678139201786194889</id><published>2010-06-08T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T19:33:06.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER = BEAUTY</title><content type='html'>This straight-up means ur the most good-looking Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves travelling. Dislike being at home. Restless. having many children. Hardworking. High spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-1678139201786194889?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1678139201786194889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/06/december-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1678139201786194889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1678139201786194889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/06/december-beauty.html' title='DECEMBER = BEAUTY'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-3703155366757923073</id><published>2010-06-08T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T04:40:12.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so fed up with your shit. Do you ever even think about how we fucking feel? I bet you don't, you little stuck up bitch, always running off. Please if you don't want anything to do with us why don't you just go already? Instead of making us silently go through all this pain and anger. You are such a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hypocrite&lt;/span&gt; also you know that. If your gonna say something like that, please think twice before you mention it because I am fucking sick of this and it's just a matter of time before I crack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-3703155366757923073?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3703155366757923073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-so-fed-up-with-your-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/3703155366757923073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/3703155366757923073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-so-fed-up-with-your-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-8698753212217520258</id><published>2010-06-04T17:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T17:56:31.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You really think I could ever forgive you for what you did to me? I still hate you very much for doing that to me. Why did you have to...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-8698753212217520258?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8698753212217520258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-really-think-i-could-ever-forgive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8698753212217520258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8698753212217520258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-really-think-i-could-ever-forgive.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-798509821491428429</id><published>2010-04-01T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T18:07:57.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Cuteguy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/clumsywinnieeh/Cuteguy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-798509821491428429?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/798509821491428429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/798509821491428429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/798509821491428429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=';)'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-565403129891015523</id><published>2010-03-27T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T01:04:14.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S62439pfw6I/AAAAAAAAAVE/DEEMWk_Lfco/s1600/tumblr_kzo7wrc7KY1qboks1o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453217995396465570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S62439pfw6I/AAAAAAAAAVE/DEEMWk_Lfco/s400/tumblr_kzo7wrc7KY1qboks1o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks so real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S6243VXH80I/AAAAAAAAAU0/frLqzif9uHE/s1600/tumblr_kwrm1mU8yy1qa11myo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453217984581989186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S6243VXH80I/AAAAAAAAAU0/frLqzif9uHE/s400/tumblr_kwrm1mU8yy1qa11myo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cooool :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S6243J3xrhI/AAAAAAAAAUs/dIcBDpm4SWM/s1600/DIE+BITCH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453217981497716242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S6243J3xrhI/AAAAAAAAAUs/dIcBDpm4SWM/s400/DIE+BITCH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Freaken cruel bitch!!!! %$#@#@!# I hope someone tortues her to death like what she did to this poor puppy :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1948012621486183445-565403129891015523?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/565403129891015523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/03/miscellaneous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/565403129891015523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/565403129891015523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/03/miscellaneous.html' title='Miscellaneous'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S62439pfw6I/AAAAAAAAAVE/DEEMWk_Lfco/s72-c/tumblr_kzo7wrc7KY1qboks1o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-5805824337310029903</id><published>2010-03-12T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T03:06:10.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, hardly anyone has been posting on Blogspot lately. Blogspot is seriously long gone... lol. I'm so bored atm. I'm capped so can't do much stuff. Also lately I've been thinking about school a lot i.e. sc, HSC, wanting a good Atar and all that crap. I keep on thinking that I won't do good but if I just try then maybe there will be a good outcome.. idc. But from now on I'm gonna try my best. - I keep on saying that and it never works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on sunday hopefully I'll be going shopping! I'm in serious need for fall-winter clothing. I atleast need a pair of black ankled heels now that I've already got knee boots and ankled boots. Arghhh I really can't wait until Winter comes!! Fashion icons for the next two season are: Taylor Momsen, Willa Holland, Vanessa Hudgens, Miley. The style that I'm aiming for mainly consists of layering, black tights/legging, coats, ankled boots, and boots like Docs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S5oerXJA9mI/AAAAAAAAAUc/QyHqJxnuSTY/s1600-h/Mary+Kate+and+Ashley+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S5oerXJA9mI/AAAAAAAAAUc/QyHqJxnuSTY/s400/Mary+Kate+and+Ashley+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447700429553071714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S5oep7GIUqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/fHnznzjYGXk/s1600-h/Ankled+boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S5oep7GIUqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/fHnznzjYGXk/s400/Ankled+boots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447700404844909218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S5oepRjdqpI/AAAAAAAAAUM/E9EJ4Hz5Ugo/s1600-h/Taylor+Momsen+41.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S5oepRjdqpI/AAAAAAAAAUM/E9EJ4Hz5Ugo/s400/Taylor+Momsen+41.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447700393693653650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S5oepBosxoI/AAAAAAAAAUE/1CzawsnaUiM/s1600-h/Taylor+Momsen+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S5oepBosxoI/AAAAAAAAAUE/1CzawsnaUiM/s400/Taylor+Momsen+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447700389420648066" 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/1948012621486183445-5805824337310029903?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5805824337310029903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow-hardly-anyone-has-been-posting-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/5805824337310029903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/5805824337310029903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow-hardly-anyone-has-been-posting-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S5oerXJA9mI/AAAAAAAAAUc/QyHqJxnuSTY/s72-c/Mary+Kate+and+Ashley+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-5071898460424132873</id><published>2010-02-15T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:33:18.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;She won’t call you, you have to call her. She won’t come talk to you, you should go talk to her. She’s not going to let you act stupid and pretend she likes it. You should just be around her. When you’re with a group of friends, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t going to run into your arms no matter how much she wants to. You need to come up behind her and wrap your arms around her, and let her friends get jealous. She loves you more than you can imagine, no matter how much she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t show it. But you boy, you need to show her how much you love her. So she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t afraid to show it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-5071898460424132873?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5071898460424132873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/02/she-wont-call-you-you-have-to-call-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/5071898460424132873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/5071898460424132873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/02/she-wont-call-you-you-have-to-call-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-1512198107128861010</id><published>2010-02-01T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:34:08.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiiiiii blogspot, it's been awhile. I'm so bored atm, waiting for my noodles. Well school's so boring. Today we had to choose a sport for gradesport and I chose basketball but like I just sat there and talked instead of trying out. Omfg, I'm so stupid. I should've tried out, I think it's too late now. Well sir said there's 10 people in A team and 9 in B? And he asked if anyone else was interested? But still I didn't do anything... farrout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways moving on,&lt;br /&gt;my teachers are so ughhh.. I prefer the old ones I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teachers i have:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths -ms nguyen: omg she sucks to be honest. she gives us seating arrangment and today she just handed out this sheet where our parents have to sign to show that we have done our homework like cmon, we're not in primary anymore. robert was full talking back to her yesterday, it was sooo funny though but same time slack. after that he said that he hates her and that she looks like a sausage dog. AHAHAHHAH! and she also collects our book after every lesson to check our work --'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english - miss yammine: she's pretty nice i guess, but we have so much homework already. well not so much but more than i expected. she's kinda like ms daniels except nicer. when we enter the class room she makes us stand behind the chair, put our bags down, few seconds later then we can sit down. zzzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commerce - mr brooks: his alright. he has an english accent so sometimes it's pretty hard to know what he's saying but other than that no problem with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geography - ms keranovic: boringest teacher out man. can't stand it! I want ms princip back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history - ms fogden: no problem with her at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe - ms papadopulous: she's coool i guess but I heard she makes you run a lot? well more than what ms vlassis does. which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest my teachers are still the same. Well that's all for me now. until then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-1512198107128861010?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1512198107128861010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/02/hiiiiii-blogspot-its-been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1512198107128861010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1512198107128861010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/02/hiiiiii-blogspot-its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-2180823697341989132</id><published>2010-01-04T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T01:51:35.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirtyyyyy picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY BLOGSPOT IS SO ANCIENT NOW-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TUMBLR ME LOVELYS;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.wyneephan.tumblr.com/"&gt;www.wyneephan.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have grown out of my obsession for daily posts..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-2180823697341989132?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/2180823697341989132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/01/dirtyyyyy-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/2180823697341989132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/2180823697341989132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/01/dirtyyyyy-picture.html' title='Dirtyyyyy picture'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-1847268707389682127</id><published>2010-01-01T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:02:18.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sz59bFKGbEI/AAAAAAAAATc/i__QBKuyb5w/s1600-h/medium2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421908905595137090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sz59bFKGbEI/AAAAAAAAATc/i__QBKuyb5w/s400/medium2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Stripe knit pull over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This would be so cute with a pair of skinny jeans and heels like Lauren Conrads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sz58z0T9TdI/AAAAAAAAATU/dPdDDG96fmc/s1600-h/medium.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421908231058181586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sz58z0T9TdI/AAAAAAAAATU/dPdDDG96fmc/s400/medium.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sz57q5fuQII/AAAAAAAAATM/svdtfHy1y7g/s1600-h/oversized+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421906978319253634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sz57q5fuQII/AAAAAAAAATM/svdtfHy1y7g/s400/oversized+dress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Oversized loose dress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like.. but I'm not sure if I would suit this or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sz560a_41TI/AAAAAAAAATE/MFmx439KjHo/s1600-h/studded+skirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 348px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421906042419729714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sz560a_41TI/AAAAAAAAATE/MFmx439KjHo/s400/studded+skirt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;High waist studded skirt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want this skirt.. badly : Especially because of the studded detailing :$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1948012621486183445-1847268707389682127?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1847268707389682127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/01/studded-skirt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1847268707389682127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1847268707389682127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2010/01/studded-skirt.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sz59bFKGbEI/AAAAAAAAATc/i__QBKuyb5w/s72-c/medium2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-8861433050691898876</id><published>2009-12-31T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T03:10:28.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEARS EVE EVERYBODY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry I haven't been posting lately but I am back onto the net world now. Well not much has happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll start off with Boxing Day;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a good day. I woke up at 6something to get ready for the SALEEEES! I went to Bondi Junction Westfield with my sister. When we got there we started looking for the good stuff, there weren't that much good stuff though. I will post pictures of the things I bought below later. It was a goood day and when the day ended I still had 90 dollars in me which I was pretty proud of, until I went to this party after and that's where I lost it... supposedly someone stole it because why the fuck would it just drop out of my wallet and into the taxi? Anyway, I'm pretty much over that now. But I would have rather spent it on clothes instead of someone stealing it. Whoever stole it, just remember that karma's a bitch and you will be getting it! Freaken cheap bitch! LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the 28th, went to my cousins 20th birthday. It was a bbq, it was alright. Then went back to my grandma's at like 12pm something and ended up sleeping around 2am. It was pretty fun sleeping over since I haven't slept over there for awhile now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next day I went to watch Alvin and the Chipmunks with my cousins + aunty. It's a pretty good movie. Theodore is sooooo cute! There was a scene in the movie which made me tear, the part where Alvin was being a dog to Theo + Simon. And Alvin and Simon kept arguing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The following day went city with my cousins/family. Fun dayyyyy! We went galaxy world for my lil cousins, they ended up using like $110 for the tokens. Could've bought like clothes with that stuff man! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SzyM6qPEhdI/AAAAAAAAAS8/mapGGjGcU-Y/s1600-h/DSC00494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421362990845035986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SzyM6qPEhdI/AAAAAAAAAS8/mapGGjGcU-Y/s400/DSC00494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sandals by Rubi Shoes - $8.50&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SzyM6KpayqI/AAAAAAAAAS0/qQ3mlgRJWqc/s1600-h/DSC00492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421362982365612706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SzyM6KpayqI/AAAAAAAAAS0/qQ3mlgRJWqc/s400/DSC00492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Studded denim shorts by Jeans West - $40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SzyM5rKzMfI/AAAAAAAAASs/eMbr1vIUQSA/s1600-h/DSC00491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421362973915689458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SzyM5rKzMfI/AAAAAAAAASs/eMbr1vIUQSA/s400/DSC00491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Striped tank by Miss Shop - $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SzyM5PyyQ7I/AAAAAAAAASk/mRi9xhyQtFI/s1600-h/DSC00489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421362966567207858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SzyM5PyyQ7I/AAAAAAAAASk/mRi9xhyQtFI/s400/DSC00489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bangles by Equip - $7&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-8861433050691898876?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8861433050691898876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-years-eve-everybody-sorry-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8861433050691898876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8861433050691898876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-years-eve-everybody-sorry-i.html' title='I got you'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SzyM6qPEhdI/AAAAAAAAAS8/mapGGjGcU-Y/s72-c/DSC00494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-7265272370847251251</id><published>2009-12-24T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:12:31.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>251209</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;ERRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;HRISTMAS!&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/1948012621486183445-7265272370847251251?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7265272370847251251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/251209.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7265272370847251251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7265272370847251251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/251209.html' title='251209'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-8571571216084228278</id><published>2009-12-23T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:49:50.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll never ever ever give you up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SzKOKOr4VAI/AAAAAAAAASE/-Wawgpvr_co/s1600-h/Miranda+Kerr+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418549608072107010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SzKOKOr4VAI/AAAAAAAAASE/-Wawgpvr_co/s400/Miranda+Kerr+9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SzKOJ9xzt9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/MiCu-HACvl8/s1600-h/Miranda+Kerr+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418549603533567954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SzKOJ9xzt9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/MiCu-HACvl8/s400/Miranda+Kerr+8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, I just adore Miranda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For my most recent post, please go to my &lt;a href="http://www.wyneephan.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-8571571216084228278?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8571571216084228278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-never-ever-ever-give-you-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8571571216084228278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8571571216084228278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-never-ever-ever-give-you-up.html' title='I&apos;ll never ever ever give you up'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SzKOKOr4VAI/AAAAAAAAASE/-Wawgpvr_co/s72-c/Miranda+Kerr+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-832587441657192234</id><published>2009-12-21T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:43:02.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored to death</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;QUICK ENTRY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ahooo! I'm like banned from the comp thanks to my sister. Great, I'm gonna be totally bored this week. And I'm currently &lt;em&gt;sneaking &lt;/em&gt;on the comp bcos my dad is at work. Hopefully I'll get it back soon. Christmas is coming up also Angel's birthday on that day, Boxing Day sales is also coming up. Yayyyer, can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Jason T rang me at like 10 something and we talked to 1 something. It was good to hear his voice but like I could hardly even hear it and he kept on calling me death. Well not my fault I couldn't hear what he was saying hehe 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so I'm thinking I would be quite bored this holidays considering I'm not going on a vacation anywhere with the family or anything compared to the last two years - where I continuously spent my summer holidays in Vietnam. Well I've been thinking, should I go to the Library and rent some books to read? Preferably love, vampire novels (Apparently the Enchanted saga's are good) Well any suggestions? If so, please leave a message in the tagboard tyvm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm literally hooked onto Tumblr. Lovinnnn' it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wyneephan.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.wyneephan.tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-832587441657192234?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/832587441657192234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-entry-ahooo-im-like-banned-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/832587441657192234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/832587441657192234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-entry-ahooo-im-like-banned-from.html' title='Bored to death'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-8164624499913988123</id><published>2009-12-21T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:00:28.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well sorry I haven't been posting about my life recently. But it's been okay, today I was meant to go swimming but I thought it was going to thunder so I ended up cancelling it and when I woke up in the morning I found out the weather was just perfect to go swimming. Oh well, we have the whole holidays (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on saturday while at Parra I bought this tank at Cotton On with Emilee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sy9Clbn7j9I/AAAAAAAAARs/-4dGtkYOp3I/s1600-h/DSC00406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417622087587827666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sy9Clbn7j9I/AAAAAAAAARs/-4dGtkYOp3I/s320/DSC00406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It says Bonjour au revour - in French. Which is why I got it :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I bought a chain bag from Contempo by Forcast and a Maybelline blush. I was going to get the bronzer but I wasn't so sure if I would suit it or not so I got the blush instead. But I'll probably get the bronzer next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sy9F4qJYNAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/xSQ2EdvoSJ0/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417625716438610946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sy9F4qJYNAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/xSQ2EdvoSJ0/s320/DSC00398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Well I'm gonna end it here. I'm too hooked onto Tumblr now hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Visit my tumlr - &lt;a href="http://www.wyneephan.tumblr.com/"&gt;www.wyneephan.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-8164624499913988123?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8164624499913988123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-sorry-i-havent-been-posting-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8164624499913988123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8164624499913988123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-sorry-i-havent-been-posting-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sy9Clbn7j9I/AAAAAAAAARs/-4dGtkYOp3I/s72-c/DSC00406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-7230506929321503371</id><published>2009-12-20T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:51:18.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was meant to be out to Cabra to eat and go Fairfield Forum for Trade Secrets to see if they have any bikinis and board shorts. But then look at the weather. Totally killed my day. I seriously hate cloudy days, they just make me stay home instead of going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm so bored I've been searching up some sites for some bikinis and shiz. Well I'm currently on &lt;em&gt;SurfStitch&lt;/em&gt; (looking for ideas for my new bikini I want) they have all the search brands like: Billabong, Rusty, tigerlily, Seafolly, Von Zipper, Nookie and shiz like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when we went Parra Westfields, Cathy bought this bikini set. The floral and colouring of it is HOTTTT! It totally suits her and it was 35dollars (y) There were just bikinis for 2 fr $30. Mary and I were meant to get them but like she didn't end up wanting any because of the size - I think, so I didn't get it either. The white/peachy stripes were alright but maybe the size was too big for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought this loose singlet at Cotton On yesterday. It says Bonjour and Au Revior. At first I was suggesting it to Emilee and she didn't want it at that point but like when I said I was gonna get it she also wanted it aswell? LOL I'm sorry Em haha. I'll post a picture of it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow's weather is going to be &lt;em&gt;partly cloudy&lt;/em&gt; and you know how much I hate cloudy days right. So I might post pone pools to another day. Well I'll see what the others thing first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EDIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sy4ENOi947I/AAAAAAAAARk/2YD84c6y8B4/s1600-h/0746390001260312487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417272027062854578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sy4ENOi947I/AAAAAAAAARk/2YD84c6y8B4/s400/0746390001260312487.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Pretty cute yeah?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-7230506929321503371?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7230506929321503371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-meant-to-be-out-to-cabra-to-eat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7230506929321503371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7230506929321503371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-meant-to-be-out-to-cabra-to-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sy4ENOi947I/AAAAAAAAARk/2YD84c6y8B4/s72-c/0746390001260312487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-3698861929036273490</id><published>2009-12-19T20:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T20:56:53.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashley Tisdale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sy2uAUa5eZI/AAAAAAAAARc/scO11LVynwY/s1600-h/Ashley+Olsen+and+bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417177247301335442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sy2uAUa5eZI/AAAAAAAAARc/scO11LVynwY/s400/Ashley+Olsen+and+bf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't that cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sy2t_78ZX7I/AAAAAAAAARU/CAjAP9MJkRo/s1600-h/Ashley+Tisdale+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417177240730951602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sy2t_78ZX7I/AAAAAAAAARU/CAjAP9MJkRo/s400/Ashley+Tisdale+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love the top, necklaces, her hair and her makeup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sy2t_rRKTXI/AAAAAAAAARM/KiPnjT_lDCA/s1600-h/Ashley+Tisdale+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417177236254641522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sy2t_rRKTXI/AAAAAAAAARM/KiPnjT_lDCA/s400/Ashley+Tisdale+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love the black tote bag and the STUDDED headband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gonnna go watch Gossip Girl now. Tooodles&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/1948012621486183445-3698861929036273490?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3698861929036273490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/ashley-tisdale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/3698861929036273490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/3698861929036273490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/ashley-tisdale.html' title='Ashley Tisdale'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sy2uAUa5eZI/AAAAAAAAARc/scO11LVynwY/s72-c/Ashley+Olsen+and+bf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-8822412037643892289</id><published>2009-12-19T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T18:51:19.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olsen twins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sy2QXCDgYfI/AAAAAAAAARE/X3Gxx3pregg/s1600-h/Olsens+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417144652159541746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sy2QXCDgYfI/AAAAAAAAARE/X3Gxx3pregg/s400/Olsens+8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is loveeee! I adore Mary-Kate's leather jacket especially because there's the stud detailing. Omg! STUD FETISH!&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/1948012621486183445-8822412037643892289?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8822412037643892289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/olsen-twins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8822412037643892289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8822412037643892289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/olsen-twins.html' title='Olsen twins'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sy2QXCDgYfI/AAAAAAAAARE/X3Gxx3pregg/s72-c/Olsens+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-7695988411211611987</id><published>2009-12-19T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:03:21.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tradition with the girls</title><content type='html'>Whoooo! Gonna go watch New Moon today at Parra with the girlies. Yeah I know, New Moon came out ages ago but we've been waiting for my birthday so yeah. And it's also a tradition! Hopefully Molica can make it too. Apparently, there will be no trains from Cabramatta - Granville station so we gotta go by bus . Anyway, I really can't wait to go out today and have fun with the girlsssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to Burwood with the family, it was only a less-than-2-hr quick shopping since we parked our car at a 2hr zone only. Well I went into this bag store and I saw this really cute black/quilted/chain bag and I gotta go back there and get it. And if there's no more of that bag left - OMFG I'm gonna skitz it. But also Angel wants it too so I guess we're gonna both chip in for it and share it together? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw some shorts at Glasson yesterday, they were on sale for like $20 and I reckon it's pretty cute. So I'm gonna stop by there today and ask the girls for some suggestions. And I also wanna buy some floral/neutral singlet/tank like tops at Cotton On. General Pants also has this Lee tank, with those small pockets at the front and it's ripped.Ya feelin' me? Well yeah, it's cute and it's $40. I hope I don't impulse buy today since I only have $145 approx. Probably gonna ask uncle for $50 since it was my birthday a few days ago (y) Hopefully he'll give me it aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOOOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-7695988411211611987?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7695988411211611987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/tradition-with-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7695988411211611987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7695988411211611987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/tradition-with-girls.html' title='Tradition with the girls'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-6874468912383211675</id><published>2009-12-18T23:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:55:34.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A-Z survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;• A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you available?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;What is your age?: 15&lt;br /&gt;Astrology Sign?: Saggitaruis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Do you know anyone named Brian?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;When is your birthday?: 16th December&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend?: Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your favorite candy?: Lollipops?&lt;br /&gt;What color is your computer?: Screen and tower's black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you daydream?: Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite kind of dog?: Cute lil puppies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in the emergency room?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever pet an elephant?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Do you use fly swatters?: Yeah LOL&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Fall Out Boy?: Yeap I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you chew gum?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Do you like gory movies? Wtf is that&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend?: Love em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you?: Good I guess&lt;br /&gt;What's your height?: 163cm - so tall man. I wanna shrink to 157cm&lt;br /&gt;What color is your hair?: Black&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever ice skated?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Favorite Jelly Bean? Purple, green&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear jewelery?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•K&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to kill?: Flies, mosquitoes&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever flown a kite? Nope - want to someday by the beach&lt;br /&gt;Do you think kangaroos are cute?: Some..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you laid back? Yeah sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Lions or tigers?: Tigers&lt;br /&gt;Do you like black liquorice?: No - I hate liquorice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite store at the Mall?: Umm many&lt;br /&gt;Favorite movie?: Too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a nickname?: Poo Bear? LOL&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer night or day? Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Are you an only child? Nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the color orange? It's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Do you know anyone named Penelope?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Favorite flavor of popcorn?: Caramel and the the cinemas flavour :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're always right?: No - who is ALWAYS right?&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch reality Tv?: Like Beauty &amp;amp; the Geek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer sun or rain?: Bright sunny days! I hate the rain, it brings down my mood&lt;br /&gt;Do you like snow?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Time to go to sleep?: Noooo&lt;br /&gt;Tomatoes?: Ewwww! Only like tomato sauce (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you ride a unicycle?: Nope?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone with a unibrow?: Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever watch Veggie Tales?: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What's your worst habit?: Swearing and impulse buying!&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to be with right now?: Hehe! This one guy I couldn't be with today&lt;br /&gt;Who are you currently talking to?: Still tryna sign in - net is capped and it's taking foreverrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Have you ever had an x-ray?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the color yellow? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Do you yell when you're angry? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Do you believe in the zodiac?: Yeah I believe in it at times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-6874468912383211675?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6874468912383211675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/z-survey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/6874468912383211675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/6874468912383211675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/z-survey.html' title='A-Z survey'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-1729517233244748479</id><published>2009-12-17T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:39:06.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>facts bout me</title><content type='html'>1. I’m in my bedroom now.&lt;br /&gt;2. I’m in Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. My hair is black.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. My best friend is of the opposite sex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My best friend is my significant other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. I’m currently listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;7. In fact, I listen to music more than 80% of the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. My parents are still married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;9. I have an older sister. - I wish!&lt;br /&gt;10. I prefer wearing skirts over pants/jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. I love high heels.&lt;br /&gt;12. I have plans for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;13. My watch is white.&lt;br /&gt;14. My cell phone is neither a slide nor a flip.&lt;br /&gt;15. I’m near-sighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. I use smileys a lot.&lt;/strong&gt; - Cutting down on them (y)&lt;br /&gt;17. My music player is Samsung.&lt;br /&gt;18. My significant other’s birthday is in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. My razor is pink.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I love the rain. - No way, they make my days dull, boring and moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. I’m chatting with someone on instant messenger now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. I use MSN.&lt;br /&gt;23. I have a Facebook account.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I’ve more or less abandoned my MySpace account.&lt;br /&gt;25. My last name has only three letters in it.&lt;br /&gt;26. My middle name sounds prettier than my first name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. I’m terrified of cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;28. I’m using Windows Vista now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I’m not on a desktop computer.&lt;br /&gt;31. I just watched a video on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;32. I have over 200 favourites on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;33. And I’ve watched at least 1000 videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. I’ve never smoked a cigarette in my life.&lt;/strong&gt; - (y)&lt;br /&gt;35. And I don’t intend to try one either. - Maybe&lt;br /&gt;36. I’ve been on a plane all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;37. I’d rather sing well than dance well. - Oooo hard choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. I’m satisfied with my height, but not with my weight.&lt;/strong&gt; - Half half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. My hair is naturally wavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;40. My nails are painted.&lt;br /&gt;41. I know how to drive but don’t have a license.&lt;br /&gt;42. It’s almost midnight now.&lt;br /&gt;43. I own an animal print wallet.&lt;br /&gt;44. Zebra print is my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. I take pictures with my cell phone a lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. I love black eyeliner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Saturday is my favourite day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. And tomorrow is Saturday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. I loved Captain Jack Sparrow and Captain Barbossa in POTC.&lt;br /&gt;50. I play the piano pretty well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-1729517233244748479?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1729517233244748479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/facts-bout-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1729517233244748479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1729517233244748479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/facts-bout-me.html' title='facts bout me'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-1588267007931330314</id><published>2009-12-17T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:14:02.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pools!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we went picnic at Garrison Point. It was okay, getting drenched in the water was pretty fun but also ridiculous. I totally didn't plan on getting wet at &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt;, but ended up getting wet anyways. And my hair was wrecked, I felt so ugly. The day also went by pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LONG STORY SHORT;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Today went swimming at Fairfield - there was Emily T, Jenny L, Cassandra, Betty, Phoebe, Collin, Tony (cutie!), Andy, Omer, Jason N and Andy's cousin Michael. We had so much fun like seriously. We should go to the pool more often with them. Collin came over t 11:50 to pick me up then we went to pick up Andy and Jason. Started to put sunscreen on, Collin told me to put it on for him aswell haha. Then they went into the pool. But I didn't go in until Tea and Luong came. Went in the water after they came. Argh, we had sooo much fun. Collin kept on flipping me. The others pushed me in the pool. Betrayer of the day goes to Jenny for fooling Phoebe and I. She goes lets hold hands and jump in the pool. But only Phoebe and I jumped in - FAGGET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to go have a shower/get changed. Ask the boys if they wanted to come Cabra to eat with us but they were all going home? If that's so. Then we trained it back to Cabra, walk around saw Molica and talked to her for awhile. Bought ice mocha - yumm! Emily and Jenny bought taro and grape drinks. Jenny realised she lost her wallet so I gave her some money. Then Emily and I went back to her house and my godddd the heat was so bad! We were both wanting to arrive at her house straight away. Stayed over there for awhile then told my dad to come pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;It was a great way to start the holidays by going to the pools with them :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-1588267007931330314?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1588267007931330314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/yesterday-we-went-picnic-at-garrison.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1588267007931330314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1588267007931330314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/yesterday-we-went-picnic-at-garrison.html' title='pools!'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-6642280282302661058</id><published>2009-12-17T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:14:42.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together.. there is something you must always remember: you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. but the most important thing is, even if we’re apart, I’ll always be with you.&lt;br /&gt;—&lt;em&gt; Winnie the Pooh&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-6642280282302661058?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6642280282302661058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-ever-there-is-tomorrow-when-were-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/6642280282302661058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/6642280282302661058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-ever-there-is-tomorrow-when-were-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-8650823318817892441</id><published>2009-12-17T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:51:52.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rihanna's tattoo, a quote that inspires me</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Never a failure, always a lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-8650823318817892441?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8650823318817892441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/rihannas-tattoo-quote-that-inspires-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8650823318817892441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8650823318817892441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/rihannas-tattoo-quote-that-inspires-me.html' title='Rihanna&apos;s tattoo, a quote that inspires me'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-1365095263503679394</id><published>2009-12-17T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:44:38.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fml</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey guys. I'm here to post a post about my current issue - hair! Yes hair. Why did I have to cut it? God, I feel like the most dumbest bitch at this moment. Seriously, I'm so stupid. I miss my old hair so so much :( I should've not cut it even though my hair was thick like shit.&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I regret it so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; This is probably my most biggest mistake life so far, along with some others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Right now, I can't really do anything about it but wait for it to grow to my old length and then I will cut/thinnen it and also perm it! I have a thing for perming hair even though it's bad for you - well apparently. @$@#%$%^! I'm so stupid. I hate me for cutting it. And also my fringe is taking longer than I thought to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SynupsSyMXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/aM5S7LUy0Dc/s1600-h/Good+times+with+Jenny+L.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416122426921726322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SynupsSyMXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/aM5S7LUy0Dc/s400/Good+times+with+Jenny+L.png" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before&lt;/strong&gt; - so nice, long and straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Synt8U0bm9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/LCoU-U1tN3k/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416121647526288338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Synt8U0bm9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/LCoU-U1tN3k/s320/Image044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After&lt;/strong&gt; - ugly, short, straight at the bottom, f**cked up hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-1365095263503679394?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1365095263503679394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/fml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1365095263503679394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1365095263503679394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/fml.html' title='Fml'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SynupsSyMXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/aM5S7LUy0Dc/s72-c/Good+times+with+Jenny+L.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-6272927745784479935</id><published>2009-12-16T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:21:44.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If my parents read the texts in my inbox, they’d kill me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friends know everything about me.&lt;br /&gt;I regret kissing the last person I kissed.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kissed someone a friend was interested in.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kissed someone who was taken.&lt;br /&gt;I’m cold right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have my own computer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand football.&lt;br /&gt;I’m probably a faster runner than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve judged someone I didn’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve been asked out by someone I barely knew.&lt;br /&gt;A guy asked me for my number recently.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been hit on in the past week.&lt;br /&gt;I have purple sheets on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;I know what career I want to have.&lt;br /&gt;I like having things planned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like to party.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m louder than my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I have over 100 contacts in my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can count the number of people I’ve kissed on my fingers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d need my toes to do that.&lt;br /&gt;I’d need more people to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like to keep things to myself &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m good at keeping secrets.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve cursed today.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been told I have a trucker’s mouth before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been told I have pretty eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could go to school without any makeup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’d have to pay me to do it - maybe&lt;br /&gt;I would never do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been accused of being anorexic.&lt;/strong&gt; - bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They were wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have less money than most of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve told someone, not family/friends, I love them and meant it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still think about someone from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I can make my own clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I could make my own clothes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to get married one day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My parents are married.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself an optimist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I could, I’d go back and change something I’ve done.&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I’d go back and warn someone.&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I’d go back and tell someone what I never said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think Toy Story was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve wanted to be a model.&lt;br /&gt;I want to change the world one day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-6272927745784479935?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6272927745784479935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-my-parents-read-texts-in-my-inbox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/6272927745784479935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/6272927745784479935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-my-parents-read-texts-in-my-inbox.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-5147368748489475448</id><published>2009-12-16T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:59:27.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing for the better</title><content type='html'>I'm done with everything I have caused now. You can live your life now without having to feel the way I put you through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009's coming to an end so quick. It has been an &lt;em&gt;a &lt;/em&gt;okay year. People's been pissing me off so much this year but you know what, I've been keeping it in myself or sometimes telling a few of my closest friends - those who I can&lt;strong&gt; really&lt;/strong&gt; trust. But I have had my good moments this year with the girls, boys, family. In 2010 goals are to start fresh, do good in school/get good grades - &lt;em&gt;I really want to make my parents proud of me and prove those people wrong that I can do better&lt;/em&gt;, respect my family as much as possible and just have FUNNNN! Cos you know what you &lt;em&gt;only live one once so live it to the fullest&lt;/em&gt; - cliche I know, but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is the day, the day where I turn 15. I don't feel that much older which is a great thing hehe. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND &lt;strong&gt;much thanks&lt;/strong&gt; to those people who have said Happy Birthday to me&lt;/span&gt; ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My boyfriend used to ask his mother,” How can I find the right women for me? And she would answer, don’t worry about finding the right women – concentrate on becoming the right man. &lt;em&gt;- Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly my boyfriend but you should know where my head is heading at right.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-5147368748489475448?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5147368748489475448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/changing-for-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/5147368748489475448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/5147368748489475448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/changing-for-better.html' title='Changing for the better'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-7035453701514443479</id><published>2009-12-15T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:44:25.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is you, is me</title><content type='html'>You say you want us to become closer and patch things up? Well I don't think that's working, what you're doing is &lt;strong&gt;making things worse&lt;/strong&gt;. And I'm sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was perhaps the last day of school - to some students and we had Presentation day and my god it was so hot in there! I also got the Netball award - which I once again may say, I did not deserve it considering that there were better players in the team. I was pretty nervous to be honest but after getting the trophy, I was grateful that it was over. Tomorrow is picnic day which is also my birthday and I have no idea what I am going to wear, fmd! Hopefully I'll be having a great time and that I'll be taking heaps of pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I confess that in 2009, I have....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) stayed single for the whole year&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out in/on a car&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed in the snow&lt;br /&gt;( ) celebrated Halloween&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(x) had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;(x) broke someone else’s heart&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a stalker&lt;br /&gt;(x) went over the minutes on your cell phone&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a good relationship with someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) someone questioned your sexual orientation&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten pregnant&lt;br /&gt;( ) had an abortion&lt;br /&gt;( ) have a relationship with someone you’ll never forget&lt;br /&gt;(x) done something you’ve regretted - hell yeah! even though they say &lt;i&gt;no regrets&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) lost faith in love&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER&lt;br /&gt;( ) painted a picture&lt;br /&gt;( ) wrote a poem&lt;br /&gt;( ) ran a mile&lt;br /&gt;( ) shopped at Hollister or Abercrombie and Fitch - I wish!&lt;br /&gt;(x) posted a blog&lt;br /&gt;(x) listened to music you couldn’t stand&lt;br /&gt;( ) went to a sleepover&lt;br /&gt;( ) went camping&lt;br /&gt;( ) threw a surprise party&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed till you cried&lt;br /&gt;( ) laughed till you peed in your pants&lt;br /&gt;(x) visited a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;(x) cut in a line of waiting people&lt;br /&gt;(x) told someone you were busy when you weren’t&lt;br /&gt;(x) partied to celebrate the new year&lt;br /&gt;(x) cooked a disastrous meal&lt;br /&gt;(x) lost something/someone important to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009 I…&lt;br /&gt;( ) broke a promise - I dunno, did I?&lt;br /&gt;(x) lied&lt;br /&gt;(x) went behind your parents back&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried over a broken heart - teenage love --'&lt;br /&gt;(x) disappointed someone close&lt;br /&gt;(x) hid a secret&lt;br /&gt;(x) pretended to be happy - ALWAYS!&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;( ) kept your new years resolution&lt;br /&gt;(x) forgot your new years resolution&lt;br /&gt;(x) met someone who changed your life&lt;br /&gt;( ) met one of your idols&lt;br /&gt;(x) changed your outlook on life&lt;br /&gt;(x) sat home all day doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;(x) pretended to be sick&lt;br /&gt;( ) left the country&lt;br /&gt;( ) almost died&lt;br /&gt;(x) given up something important to you&lt;br /&gt;( ) lost something expensive&lt;br /&gt;(x) learned something new about yourself&lt;br /&gt;(x) tried something you normally wouldn’t try and liked it&lt;br /&gt;(x) made a change in your life&lt;br /&gt;(x) found out who your true friends were&lt;br /&gt;(x) met great people&lt;br /&gt;( ) stayed up til sunrise&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried over the silliest thing - Always, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;( ) was never home on weekends&lt;br /&gt;( ) got into a car accident&lt;br /&gt;(x) had friends who were drifting away from you - tell me about it&lt;br /&gt;( ) had someone close to you die&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a high cell phone bill&lt;br /&gt;( ) spent most of your money on food&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;( ) went to the beach with your best friend&lt;br /&gt;( ) saw a celebrity&lt;br /&gt;(x) gotten sick&lt;br /&gt;( ) liked more than 5 people at the same time - never&lt;br /&gt;(x) became closer with a lot of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-7035453701514443479?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7035453701514443479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-you-is-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7035453701514443479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7035453701514443479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-you-is-me.html' title='What is you, is me'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-3208859435126231517</id><published>2009-12-14T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:22:55.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just because somebody flirts with you, doesn’t mean they like you. Just because somebody likes you, doesn’t mean they want to go out with you. Just because somebody wants to go out with you, doesn’t mean they love you. Just because somebody loves you, doesn’t mean they won’t hurt you. Because people lie, things change. Boyfriends cheat, best friends ditch. And there are always going to be those people who would kill to see you fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-3208859435126231517?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3208859435126231517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-because-somebody-flirts-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/3208859435126231517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/3208859435126231517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-because-somebody-flirts-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-4097433314344763525</id><published>2009-12-13T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:47:47.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta crush on you.. and you don't even know</title><content type='html'>Wow, so my weekends have been entirely boring. Spent doing nothing but net/eat/tv/getting pissed off at sister and also parents. God my dad's pissing me off atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember how I mentioned in my previous post that I bought those 2 maxi dresses. Well I'm really regretting it now that I couldn't return the pink one. The fucken damn manger said she couldn't refund it for me. Well thanks to your fucken worker, told me to get two instead of one cos it's cheaper - at first I only got one and I should've stuck to it. After purchasing the dresses and walking out of the store, straight at that moment, I totally started regretting it. Thanks, $50 bucks wasted there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was like sooo boring, literally, was meant to go shopping for my birthday clothes but my uncle was too busy &lt;em&gt;drinking&lt;/em&gt; and said he would come pick me up at 1, so I couldn't be effed by then and also, I had my p's! Which is a good and bad thing. Because last night, I had the worst cramps. It was so painful :( That's the thing tha sucks about having your periods and also, getting pimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna look so crappy for my own birthday, so depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-4097433314344763525?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4097433314344763525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-gotta-crush-on-you-and-you-dont-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4097433314344763525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4097433314344763525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-gotta-crush-on-you-and-you-dont-even.html' title='I gotta crush on you.. and you don&apos;t even know'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-2585783328701262218</id><published>2009-12-12T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T22:16:57.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole Richie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SyR38l_zxjI/AAAAAAAAAQE/QluDpEKcNBw/s1600-h/49216304-a04e2e72e8adcce0007d7772ce25f3db_4b2476f8-scaled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414584534881781298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SyR38l_zxjI/AAAAAAAAAQE/QluDpEKcNBw/s400/49216304-a04e2e72e8adcce0007d7772ce25f3db_4b2476f8-scaled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nicole's hair is so hot in brunette and she looks gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-2585783328701262218?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/2585783328701262218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/nicole-richie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/2585783328701262218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/2585783328701262218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/nicole-richie.html' title='Nicole Richie'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SyR38l_zxjI/AAAAAAAAAQE/QluDpEKcNBw/s72-c/49216304-a04e2e72e8adcce0007d7772ce25f3db_4b2476f8-scaled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-2956317101825235539</id><published>2009-12-11T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T19:39:03.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414192052367725378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SyMS_GsfE0I/AAAAAAAAAPs/YUxTWEblGKY/s400/Chanel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt; Be confident in what you’re wearing. If you try to dress like somebody you’re not, it shows − &lt;em&gt;Nicole Richie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 403px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414196279428382514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SyMW1JuR_zI/AAAAAAAAAP0/VWHqiG7kNzo/s400/Vanessa+and+Ashley.jpg" /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-2956317101825235539?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/2956317101825235539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/be-confident-in-what-youre-wearing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/2956317101825235539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/2956317101825235539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/be-confident-in-what-youre-wearing.html' title='I♥'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SyMS_GsfE0I/AAAAAAAAAPs/YUxTWEblGKY/s72-c/Chanel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-9092364512972690400</id><published>2009-12-11T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T02:13:39.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To those people out there who can't stop bragging on about me being skinny and that I need to eat more "meat" to gain weight. How about you guys &lt;strong&gt;SHUT THE FUCK UP?!&lt;/strong&gt; I know I'm skinny and I'm trying to gain weight but it ain't that easy for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-9092364512972690400?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/9092364512972690400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-that-im-skinny-okay-shut-fuck-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/9092364512972690400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/9092364512972690400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-that-im-skinny-okay-shut-fuck-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-1638994217317113686</id><published>2009-12-10T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T02:15:17.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>like the lyrics of a sad song, i was feeling so wrong</title><content type='html'>Well moving on. &lt;em&gt;I am Legend&lt;/em&gt; is such a good movie. Also, on tuesday Anna Ton said she wasn't gonna come to picnic/my birthday. Then later on she says she's gonna come, &lt;strong&gt;just for me.&lt;/strong&gt; And now today, she tells me that she's not gonna go anymore. WTF ANNA?! After that I brang up a question - &lt;em&gt;Should I get a cake for my birthday on picnic day?&lt;/em&gt; And Anna says, I'll come if you bring a cake. So practically she's going for the cake not me. But whatever, she comes or doesn't come anymore, I do not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I hope I'll be getting my periods sometime soon like tomorrow so then it'll finish in time just for my birthday. I really don't want to be having my period on that day :(. (yn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE CORNY BOYS LIKE YOU :)&lt;/strong&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/1948012621486183445-1638994217317113686?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1638994217317113686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/like-lyrics-of-sad-song-i-was-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1638994217317113686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1638994217317113686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/like-lyrics-of-sad-song-i-was-feeling.html' title='like the lyrics of a sad song, i was feeling so wrong'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-6313412936382826173</id><published>2009-12-08T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:22:16.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since your gone</title><content type='html'>Well school was okay today,&lt;br /&gt;First thing in the morning Cathy told me that I was getting a netball award/trophy for presentation day. Wtf, seriously. That's so unexpected. The award shouldn't even be for me man. I hardly even participated and plus other people did a better job than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st and 2nd period: maths&lt;br /&gt;What a bludge! Had exercise 8B to do (ratios -boring!) Didn't even do the work, just turned around and talked to Simon with Srey. And Simon better buy me the chain bag. I was being really annoying during maths LOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd period: english&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;em&gt;I am Legend, &lt;/em&gt;the newer version. It's a good movie, can't wait to continue watching it on Thursday! :) And Jenny told me somthing in that period about this guy, he's so desperate seriously --'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th and 5th period: geography&lt;br /&gt;We watched &lt;em&gt;The Goonies. &lt;/em&gt;Sucha funny movie. Hopefully we continue watching it tomorrow. Oh and Vyncent is a freaken dogger! Just because I didn't sit with him yesterday and the other day, he dogged me today for Shaun. So Dat ended up sitting next to me, ughhhh! :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH:&lt;br /&gt;Had a cornetto, yum. Wanted another one but nah I gotta save up for shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th and 7th period: sport&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to social basketball. Stuff that LOL. We sat at the usual place where we sat last week. It's so fun talking to those boys, their sucha crack up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Emily T wanted to see how the maxi dress look like so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sx8liulV7eI/AAAAAAAAAPc/atGC9WmyPsg/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413086555673062882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sx8liulV7eI/AAAAAAAAAPc/atGC9WmyPsg/s320/DSC00234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-6313412936382826173?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6313412936382826173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/since-your-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/6313412936382826173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/6313412936382826173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/since-your-gone.html' title='Since your gone'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sx8liulV7eI/AAAAAAAAAPc/atGC9WmyPsg/s72-c/DSC00234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-7229945953490842907</id><published>2009-12-07T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:25:23.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just hold on to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay so like my birthday's coming up - next week. And I'm turning 15, at one point I thought I was turning 16, loool. Also, people has been asking me what I'd like for my birthday so here is a list of the things I would like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Short summer dresses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;floral/&lt;/strong&gt; zipperered/ whtie dresses (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;colours like red, green, blue, etc please!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Denim short shorts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sandles:&lt;br /&gt;black/brown size 5-6?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;Black havaianas!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wallet:&lt;br /&gt;brown/tan coloured, simple style please&lt;br /&gt;no big writings, just a small brand logo or w/e in the corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Black/Light denim chain bags:&lt;br /&gt;black one at Equip for 30$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;s&gt;1 inch plaited belt - supre&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SxzHIrCCnJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/04QvUY0qZ14/s1600-h/ThumbnailCAVHSLPQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412419803996658834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SxzHIrCCnJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/04QvUY0qZ14/s200/ThumbnailCAVHSLPQ.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The belt that I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SxzHIYMf65I/AAAAAAAAAO0/HYBijFpoz8k/s1600-h/dgfg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412419798940248978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SxzHIYMf65I/AAAAAAAAAO0/HYBijFpoz8k/s200/dgfg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I also wanted this top, but like when I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;saw it in real life it doesn't look as nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-7229945953490842907?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7229945953490842907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-hold-on-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7229945953490842907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7229945953490842907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-hold-on-to-me.html' title='Just hold on to me'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SxzHIrCCnJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/04QvUY0qZ14/s72-c/ThumbnailCAVHSLPQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-8700246056382926752</id><published>2009-12-06T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:13:29.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Dawson and Rose DeWitt Bukater</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack:&lt;/strong&gt; Rose! You're so stupid. Why did you do that, huh? You're so stupid, Rose. Why did you do that? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rose:&lt;/strong&gt; You jump, I jump, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack:&lt;/strong&gt; Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rose:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh God! I couldn't go. I couldn't go, Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack&lt;/strong&gt;: It's all right. We'll think of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rose:&lt;/strong&gt; At least I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack:&lt;/strong&gt; We'll think of something.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sx8fT5u51TI/AAAAAAAAAPU/0fx7yUX5TnE/s1600-h/Leo+and+Kate+-+Titanic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413079703898150194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sx8fT5u51TI/AAAAAAAAAPU/0fx7yUX5TnE/s320/Leo+and+Kate+-+Titanic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-8700246056382926752?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8700246056382926752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/jack-dawson-and-rose-dewitt-bukater.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8700246056382926752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8700246056382926752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/jack-dawson-and-rose-dewitt-bukater.html' title='Jack Dawson and Rose DeWitt Bukater'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sx8fT5u51TI/AAAAAAAAAPU/0fx7yUX5TnE/s72-c/Leo+and+Kate+-+Titanic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-4394119001488575768</id><published>2009-12-05T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T00:04:36.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't let go</title><content type='html'>Went bankstown town, bought two maxi dresses. In orchid and pink. But I think I'm gonna sell the pink one to anybody that's interested. Well I came home very early from shopping today then called dad to pick me up from cabra station. And omfg, I hate cabra station so much. It's filled with all these pedos, ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad took awhile to come to station but finally he came. Went home, net and made noodles to eat. After that I went to continue watching High School Musical 3, and at 3:20 I fell asleep and woke up an our hour. That was a great nap :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm gonna go down to my grandmas to have dinner - chicken rice lol. So blog next time. Oh and if you're interested in the maxi dress please contact me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-4394119001488575768?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4394119001488575768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/cant-let-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4394119001488575768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4394119001488575768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/cant-let-go.html' title='Can&apos;t let go'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-1749328494404131269</id><published>2009-12-05T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:49:38.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SxnszifcYrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/o1TJirpuxu4/s1600-h/Taylor+Momsen+11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411616797438534322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SxnszifcYrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/o1TJirpuxu4/s320/Taylor+Momsen+11.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What happened to &lt;em&gt;Little J&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-1749328494404131269?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1749328494404131269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-happened-to-little-j.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1749328494404131269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1749328494404131269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-happened-to-little-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SxnszifcYrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/o1TJirpuxu4/s72-c/Taylor+Momsen+11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-7132131381498172943</id><published>2009-12-04T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:37:35.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook group</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I can't believe I was once interested in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WAS I THINKING?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ahahahaha, this is so true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-7132131381498172943?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7132131381498172943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/facebook-group.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7132131381498172943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7132131381498172943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/facebook-group.html' title='Facebook group'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-1590764324987161287</id><published>2009-12-04T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T03:40:00.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive &amp; forget</title><content type='html'>I'm sick and tired of everybody seriously. I'm always putting up with this shit. The way they treat me, fucken hell. I have feelings too alright. If this is going to continue, I'm gonna lose it, seriously. Although I'll eventually forgive and forget, it still gets to me. Enough said, I had enough of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-1590764324987161287?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1590764324987161287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/forgive-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1590764324987161287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1590764324987161287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/forgive-forget.html' title='Forgive &amp; forget'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-1403558877275073246</id><published>2009-12-03T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:31:02.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauren Conrad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sxi1iOiUBsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Jw2_Z8bxiZQ/s1600-h/Lauren+Conrad+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411274551907845826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sxi1iOiUBsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Jw2_Z8bxiZQ/s320/Lauren+Conrad+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love her heels, handbag, PLAYSUIT. Overall everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-1403558877275073246?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1403558877275073246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/lauren-conrad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1403558877275073246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1403558877275073246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/lauren-conrad.html' title='Lauren Conrad'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sxi1iOiUBsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Jw2_Z8bxiZQ/s72-c/Lauren+Conrad+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-6045330230036455102</id><published>2009-12-02T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:36:01.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy, you know I'm crazy over you</title><content type='html'>School was pretty good today because &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; didn't happen, which I am so glad of. Highlight of the day was when I had photography and we were in the darkroom. Bobina was full scaring Linda and the others. Swear to god, it was sucha crackup. Couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commerce was a bludge, hardly even did any work. Mainly because Mary and I were reading our inboxes. They were mails sent ever since yr 7. And gosh we were such&lt;strong&gt; tbs. &lt;/strong&gt;The way we typed and everything lol. Well classes are mainly bludgy since we have our laptops. The laptops doesn't even do any good to our education in my view but whatever atleast we get to transfer music/movies to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at 6:30 I'm gonna go to the Cvps concert with Mary. Gotta start getting ready, have no idea what to wear since the weather's cool and breezy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-6045330230036455102?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6045330230036455102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/boy-you-know-im-crazy-over-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/6045330230036455102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/6045330230036455102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/boy-you-know-im-crazy-over-you.html' title='Boy, you know I&apos;m crazy over you'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-2914568901704101090</id><published>2009-12-01T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:42:22.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoe fetish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LIKE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SxYBP2Up6DI/AAAAAAAAANc/88A8Q-h5RvU/s1600-h/Sandles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410513374124042290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SxYBP2Up6DI/AAAAAAAAANc/88A8Q-h5RvU/s320/Sandles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sandles - $30 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I want this especially cos it practically suits with anything well besides jeans. And it's something simple but nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SxYBPtfTg4I/AAAAAAAAANU/4Vxl154gkKM/s1600-h/Gladiators.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410513371752792962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SxYBPtfTg4I/AAAAAAAAANU/4Vxl154gkKM/s320/Gladiators.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gladiators - $40 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Although I already have a gladiator similar to this I still want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SxYBPMXoGrI/AAAAAAAAANM/wC-pGpbTzGM/s1600-h/Cute+heels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410513362862217906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SxYBPMXoGrI/AAAAAAAAANM/wC-pGpbTzGM/s320/Cute+heels.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heels - $70 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This heel looks similar to Lauren Conrads. But hers is nicer ovbiously and her's is in brown similar to the sandles above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All shoes from Shoebox&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-2914568901704101090?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/2914568901704101090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/shoe-fetish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/2914568901704101090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/2914568901704101090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/shoe-fetish.html' title='Shoe fetish'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SxYBP2Up6DI/AAAAAAAAANc/88A8Q-h5RvU/s72-c/Sandles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-1850515581915583763</id><published>2009-12-01T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:32:20.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want your love and I want your revenge.</title><content type='html'>Every single day of school is so shit now for &lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;particular&lt;/strong&gt; reason which I choose not to share. Well it's okay and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was so funny during photography. Ms Fassoulas gave us each a candy cane and Bobina was licking it right. And;&lt;br /&gt;Linda said &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;'Are you trying to seduce me?'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobina replied&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;'Is it working?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You have to be there to find it funny. But god, love Bobina his sucha comedian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I also had my fair share of laughters, made my day.&lt;br /&gt;Collin, Vyncent, Andrew, Tony, Omer, Jimmy are all faggots. Full teasing me :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went toilet during maths and when I came back&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy and Omer were like&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Did you chuck a shit?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pfft, you wish buddy. Like I'd chuck a shit at school - LOL. There's a thing calling &lt;strong&gt;bludging.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-1850515581915583763?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1850515581915583763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-you-love-i-want-your-revenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1850515581915583763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1850515581915583763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-you-love-i-want-your-revenge.html' title='I want your love and I want your revenge.'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-8392244810522503465</id><published>2009-11-30T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:32:38.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck &amp; Blair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SxNGO2P1IzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ZtEpeDHc84Y/s1600/tumblr_ksnzzmMPBa1qzvmcko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409744798296122162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SxNGO2P1IzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ZtEpeDHc84Y/s320/tumblr_ksnzzmMPBa1qzvmcko1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SxNGO2P1IzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ZtEpeDHc84Y/s1600/tumblr_ksnzzmMPBa1qzvmcko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chuck:&lt;/strong&gt; I thought you said you were going home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blair:&lt;/strong&gt; Changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chuck:&lt;/strong&gt; Well if i’d known, I would have come sooner. Did you ever find Brandeis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blair:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. We’re not friends anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But that’s okay, I have you. That’s all I need.&lt;/em&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/1948012621486183445-8392244810522503465?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8392244810522503465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/chuck-blair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8392244810522503465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8392244810522503465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/chuck-blair.html' title='Chuck &amp; Blair'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SxNGO2P1IzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ZtEpeDHc84Y/s72-c/tumblr_ksnzzmMPBa1qzvmcko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-4721139849941719128</id><published>2009-11-29T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:32:53.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My L.O.V.E</title><content type='html'>So I went Manly beach today with my cousins. At first I didn't wanna go but I ended up going anyway otherwise it would've been a day wasted. Uncle drove me to Cabra station then trained it to Bankstown - Circular Quay. Bought ferry tickets and headed to Manly. I didn't plan on going in the water but I wore my swimmers underneath just in case. I ended up going in the water. Got out after abit then went to change. I swear, these beaches don't even have places for you to shower and change. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan and Daniel also came today. Gosh, they're so adorable. If only they lived down here not Melbourne. Also, they're going back tomorrow. I'm gonna miss them 8) Now we're gonna go have dinner with them + the family since they're leaving tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures later on when I can be bothered. Toooodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-4721139849941719128?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4721139849941719128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4721139849941719128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4721139849941719128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-love.html' title='My L.O.V.E'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-2582051828603105929</id><published>2009-11-28T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:41:47.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE NEVER FAILS,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So if it doesn't work out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it was &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; true love.&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/1948012621486183445-2582051828603105929?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/2582051828603105929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/2582051828603105929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/2582051828603105929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-813053201254016086</id><published>2009-11-28T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:35:00.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I put the pain away and let it slide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haven't done much so far. Woke up, thanks to my dad. His always making so much noise in the morning. After awhile went on the comp, facebook and blogspot abit then went to make breakfast and watch 2012. I swear, that's such a good and dramatic movie. Suprinsingly, I did not cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an hour and a half time I've got tutor. &lt;strong&gt;It's the last week, wooh!&lt;/strong&gt; Like finally, stress free :D I don't wanna go though, gonna be doing consumer arithmetic I guess. Later on tonight I've gota go to Miranda for my grandpa's 80 something birthday. I was meant to go Jenny's but too bad I have to go to my grandpa's. Talking about the location, it's so freaken far. Like almost a two hour drive or something. Thinking of wearing a black high waisted skirt and a white lace top...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENNY VO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SORRY I COULDN'T GO TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT HAVE A LOVELY DAY &amp;amp; PARTY HARD ;)&lt;/strong&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/1948012621486183445-813053201254016086?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/813053201254016086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-put-pain-away-and-let-it-slide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/813053201254016086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/813053201254016086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-put-pain-away-and-let-it-slide.html' title='I put the pain away and let it slide.'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-5965073352856667174</id><published>2009-11-25T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:53:55.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just let it go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;get over him. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;he’s not even worth it.&lt;/span&gt; he isn’t worth your time or tears. yeah, you might have loved him, and i know that. and i know you can’t see yourself with anyone other than him. i get that. i’ve been there. but why should you spend all your time sitting at home, all alone, wondering where he is, and who he’s with? do you honestly think he is thinking about you? no. sure, it hurts; the fact that he is out there falling in and out of love with other girls. yeah, you will see him with another girl. prepare yourself, because it will hurt. he will hold her a little close and squeeze her hand a little tighter just because he knows you’re watching. he knows it’s killing you, and that is why he will do it. don’t let him get to you, because that is exactly what he wants. don’t give him what he wants, he doesn’t deserve it. give it time. &lt;strong&gt;he will be sorry, trust me.&lt;/strong&gt; when he finally sees you with some other guy, who isn’t him, with a perfect smile on your face, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;he will realize the mistake he made in letting you go,&lt;/span&gt; when he chose her over you, when he decided he just didn’t love you the same. trust me, &lt;strong&gt;he’ll be sorry&lt;/strong&gt;. don’t spend your nights waiting for that phone call that you know you won’t get. when he walks past you, he will look past you, pretend he doesn’t see you. i’m not gonna lie to you, it will hurt. it will hurt…a lot. but you know what you’re gonna do? you are going to hold your head up. you will show him you’re better than him, and you don’t need him in your life, that&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; you never really needed him anyway.&lt;/span&gt; and the day you finally feel that, &lt;strong&gt;you’ll realise why things never worked out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-5965073352856667174?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/5965073352856667174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-let-it-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/5965073352856667174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/5965073352856667174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-let-it-go.html' title='just let it go'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-8810713248330282825</id><published>2009-11-24T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:49:25.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traintracks, braceface whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Got my braces yesterday, didn't hurt at all. I thought it would hurt but it doesn't hurt getting them on at all. But today they're starting to hurt (when I chew on my food) and and I just got a ulcer, arghhhh! Everyone were full complimenting about my braces haha! Whooo, got Vamp Diaries ep 10. Can't wait to watch it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday's almost coming up, I absolutely have no idea what to do and I seriously can't be bothered planning. I'm the lazy type and I wish that someone could just plan the whole thing for me 8) I'm not gonna make a big ass party, maybe I will next year when I am 16. But for now I'm just gonna celebrate it with my closest girlies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there's this problem at school, it's constantly doing my head. Like yeah, it's really fustrating and I can't really do or say anything about it since it'll make things worse and cause more trouble. Anywayyy, toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT THIS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Swz5ixoRi9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/qYhFrU9p6XM/s1600/Sportsgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407971628398250962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Swz5ixoRi9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/qYhFrU9p6XM/s320/Sportsgirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sportsgirl tote - omg! I want this! There's black/nude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Swz5iRv5rUI/AAAAAAAAAMM/O8F0i27pAmE/s1600/Bardot+Top+..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407971619840306498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Swz5iRv5rUI/AAAAAAAAAMM/O8F0i27pAmE/s320/Bardot+Top+..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bardot top - cuteeee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-8810713248330282825?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8810713248330282825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/got-my-braces-yesterday-didnt-hurt-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8810713248330282825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8810713248330282825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/got-my-braces-yesterday-didnt-hurt-at.html' title='Traintracks, braceface whatever'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Swz5ixoRi9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/qYhFrU9p6XM/s72-c/Sportsgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-4021028964027532810</id><published>2009-11-21T14:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T14:09:38.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cos when the music ends you won't be seeing me again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; bored, wish I had plans today. Well I did, but I don't know why I'm not going anymore. Probably because of the laziness and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scorching&lt;/span&gt; hot weather. Well, I was gonna go Parra and watch 2012 and of course shop around. Now I'm stuck home, bored like no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Gossip Girl ep 10 and Vampire Diaries ep 10, 11, 12 now. Oh well, I'll be getting it tomorrow :D Yayyy, can't wait to watch it. And god, I still haven't got use to those bands in my mouth. They're going to take some time for me to get use to em. Should my elastic colours be red and green since Christmas is just around the corner :P I'll have a think about that LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go continue watching Harry Potter and the &lt;em&gt;something something&lt;/em&gt; now, till next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-4021028964027532810?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4021028964027532810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-freaking-bored-wish-i-had-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4021028964027532810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4021028964027532810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-freaking-bored-wish-i-had-plans.html' title='Cos when the music ends you won&apos;t be seeing me again'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-195010735160178588</id><published>2009-11-20T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:59:41.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't stop make it pop, DJ blow my speakers up tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Today I did not go school due to the heat. Stayed in the house most of the day with the air con. Went out to thingy the car windows since it was going to thunder soon. And fmd, the heat was crazy! It was so humid and I couldn't even breathe properly. All those people who were at school today or just outside - how the hell did they breathe properly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, when it was 4 something I went to the orthodontist. I got those bands for my molars already and on Tuesday I'll be getting the brackets/wires. And like it's sooo annoying. But oh well, it'll be worth it in the end right... :) I can't even bite/chew properly, so sad :( For the colour band thingy, I think I'll be choosing purple first, since I &lt;em&gt;loooooove&lt;/em&gt; purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So addicted to Tik Tok at the moment. First time I listened to it, it was so shit I didn't bother finish listening to it. But after listening to it on the radio continuously, it is sooo catchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-195010735160178588?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/195010735160178588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-i-did-not-go-school-due-to-heat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/195010735160178588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/195010735160178588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-i-did-not-go-school-due-to-heat.html' title='Don&apos;t stop make it pop, DJ blow my speakers up tonight'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-2988408160173790372</id><published>2009-11-19T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T14:02:18.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>War - Jay Sean</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would march across the desert to defeat my enemy.&lt;br /&gt;And I would lie here in the trenches with your picture next to me.&lt;br /&gt;And when I told you it's forever, then that's how it's gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna let him just take the place of me, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does he really know you like I know you, all the little things?&lt;br /&gt;Does he really love you like I love you, how can he compete?&lt;br /&gt;If he makes me fight for you, die for you. Would he do the same?&lt;br /&gt;This is turning into way more than a game.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby, 'cus we're soldiers in a war and none of us are backing down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will show you victory is mine, before we leave this battleground.&lt;br /&gt;'cus he don't wanna leave and I don't wanna go,&lt;br /&gt;and I know just how this battle goes.&lt;br /&gt;He don't wanna leave and I don't wanna fight this kind of war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know he's not the man you think he is, he's hiding all his flaws.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So tell me what's the point of fighting because we'll all end up with scars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God if that's what I must go through than I'm not prepared to lose.&lt;br /&gt;'cus I've already bled so much for you, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-2988408160173790372?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/2988408160173790372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/war-jay-sean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/2988408160173790372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/2988408160173790372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/war-jay-sean.html' title='War - Jay Sean'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-3754934158049281691</id><published>2009-11-17T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:00:47.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;School was okay, nothing exciting. After school came home for a bit then went to the orthodontist. They put separators between my molars. And fmd, they're so annoying. I just want to take them off. Apparently, I gotta leave them on for a week but I'm actually getting my braces on Friday. WTF?! And I thought I was getting em today, oh well. That was a relieft, but I still gotta do it sooner or later anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So bored, hardly go on the net much now. Just sign in then go afk and do other stuff i.e watch Vampire Diaries and Gossip Girl etc :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SwOZkMP1Z_I/AAAAAAAAAME/0ZQ7tjkVPQs/s1600/Zac+Efron!!!!+SEXY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405332824816707570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SwOZkMP1Z_I/AAAAAAAAAME/0ZQ7tjkVPQs/s320/Zac+Efron!!!!+SEXY.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zac Efron - hot :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SwOZj1n8dCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9BnrcBMJY2o/s1600/Zac+and+Vanessa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405332818743817250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SwOZj1n8dCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9BnrcBMJY2o/s320/Zac+and+Vanessa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vannessa Hudgens and Zac Efron - Hate her but love her style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SwOZjW9YAOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pyIOELaW3fE/s1600/Vampire+Diaries+Cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405332810512204002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SwOZjW9YAOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pyIOELaW3fE/s320/Vampire+Diaries+Cast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stefan Salvatore, Elena Gilbert and Damon Salvatore - OMG, Stefan and Elena ♥♥ and her heels are so hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SwOZjLtnoTI/AAAAAAAAALs/h3W9OYdbZBQ/s1600/Taylor+Momsen+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405332807493329202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SwOZjLtnoTI/AAAAAAAAALs/h3W9OYdbZBQ/s320/Taylor+Momsen+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taylor Momsen - love everything she's wearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SwOZiyMgLJI/AAAAAAAAALk/N24Uidr6AR0/s1600/tumblr_kswl6766Aq1qzqwzso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405332800643542162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SwOZiyMgLJI/AAAAAAAAALk/N24Uidr6AR0/s320/tumblr_kswl6766Aq1qzqwzso1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;90210 girls - AnnaLynee McCord is so pretty! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That's all for now, gonna go watch Gossip Girl soon :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-3754934158049281691?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/3754934158049281691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/school-was-okay-nothing-exciting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/3754934158049281691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/3754934158049281691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/school-was-okay-nothing-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SwOZkMP1Z_I/AAAAAAAAAME/0ZQ7tjkVPQs/s72-c/Zac+Efron!!!!+SEXY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-2993554650584996098</id><published>2009-11-17T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T01:33:08.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A man out there is meant to be the love of your life, your best friend, your soul mate, the one you can tell your dreams to. He’ll brush the hair out of your eyes. Send you flowers when you least expect it. He’ll stare at you during the movies, even though he paid $8 to see it. He’ll call to say goodnight or just cause he is missing you. He’ll look in your eyes and tell you, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, and for the first time in your life, you’ll believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Nicholas Sparks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-2993554650584996098?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/2993554650584996098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/man-out-there-is-meant-to-be-love-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/2993554650584996098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/2993554650584996098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/man-out-there-is-meant-to-be-love-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-8038129308332720644</id><published>2009-11-15T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:58:54.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Would you rather deal with all your emotions at once, or none at all? Emotions all at once.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to climb trees? I don't climb trees.&lt;br /&gt;Name your three closest friends: Mary, Emily, Emilee and Cathy&lt;br /&gt;In order to fall asleep, do you need the conditions to be perfect? Not perfect but yeah&lt;br /&gt;Do you get excited or annoyed when the phone rings? Both&lt;br /&gt;What was your last argument with your parents about? I forgot..&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer writing poems or stories? Stories.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a Tumblr account? (If so, what is the URL?) &lt;a href="http://www.clumsywinnieeh.tumblr.com/"&gt;www.clumsywinnieeh.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to describe your ideal lover: Honest, loving, not a dickhead, won't make me cry and committed&lt;br /&gt;Were you ever in Boy/Girl Scouts? No.&lt;br /&gt;What is the best kind of Girl Scout cookie? Uhh, dunno. Choc chips?&lt;br /&gt;What's the best thing about Halloween? Nothing really because we don't celebrate it over here but dressing up?&lt;br /&gt;Are you in love? No, losing feelings..&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever questioned your own intentions? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;What pisses you off more than anything? Users/clingy people and many other stuff&lt;br /&gt;What was the last dream you had about? Killed this worker at the aquarium, yeah weird dream&lt;br /&gt;What's the appropriate age to have sex? Whatever age if you're really sure about it&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody you're really jealous of? Maybe.. 8)&lt;br /&gt;What type of movies can't you stand? Pointless movies! They piss me off hard oh and movies with so much singing in it, fucking annoying --'&lt;br /&gt;Do people choose to be gay or are they born that way? Choose&lt;br /&gt;What were your grades like in high school? -&lt;br /&gt;Is pornography evil or are you neutral about it? LOL wtf? What's evil about it? Neutral&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer to be monogamous, or are you more a casual dater or swinger? Any of those but a SWINGER!&lt;br /&gt;What illicit drugs have you done? None :)&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person? Yeahhhh, ofcourse :) LOL&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a crush on more than one person at once? Do you now? Umm I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst?   ?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever played the Tomb Raider games? Nope&lt;br /&gt;Are you a happy person? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Describe your hair: It's straight, dead and thick :(&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to have a huge platinum wedding or a small one? Either&lt;br /&gt;Which is worse: Breaking up with somebody, or being dumped? Being dumped&lt;br /&gt;Are you a healthy eater? Nahhh&lt;br /&gt;Would you kiss a smoker? Idk, that would be disgusting&lt;br /&gt;Beatles or Rolling Stones? Neither&lt;br /&gt;How bad is your temper? I keep it in most of the times&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favorite relative? My cousins?&lt;br /&gt;Has today been a good day? No, so damn hot!&lt;br /&gt;Are you supposed to be doing something else right now? Yeap&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to grow old with someone or be single forever? Grow old with someone&lt;br /&gt;What has pissed you off today, if anything at all? Many stuff&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think "what if" about anything? Yeahhh&lt;br /&gt;Do you forgive easily? Yessss!&lt;br /&gt;Have you had sex with more then 7 people? Nahh&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust alot of people? No&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel for someone you shouldn't? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the door knockers that dont take NO for an answer? Yeah LOL&lt;br /&gt;Favorite movie you can quote a million times over again? Mean Girls&lt;br /&gt;Would you call yourself strong? At times&lt;br /&gt;If you were at Maccas right now and everything was free, what would you order? What ever i feel like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-8038129308332720644?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8038129308332720644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/would-you-rather-deal-with-all-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8038129308332720644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8038129308332720644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/would-you-rather-deal-with-all-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-7175308423837613726</id><published>2009-11-13T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:38:59.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>babyyyyyyy, you should be my lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sv5b4uz5KFI/AAAAAAAAALc/Hx7_46aC72k/s1600-h/Wedding+Dress+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403857633087662162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sv5b4uz5KFI/AAAAAAAAALc/Hx7_46aC72k/s320/Wedding+Dress+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sv5b4fvlh8I/AAAAAAAAALU/iXbpfk6KLoA/s1600-h/Wedding+Dress+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403857629043066818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sv5b4fvlh8I/AAAAAAAAALU/iXbpfk6KLoA/s320/Wedding+Dress+8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sv5b4EicOsI/AAAAAAAAALM/FgVACSz9BW0/s1600-h/Wedding+Dress+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403857621740174018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sv5b4EicOsI/AAAAAAAAALM/FgVACSz9BW0/s320/Wedding+Dress+7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sv5b33YxpqI/AAAAAAAAALE/rttl34QlaGE/s1600-h/Wedding+Dress+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403857618209973922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sv5b33YxpqI/AAAAAAAAALE/rttl34QlaGE/s320/Wedding+Dress+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sv5b3sQ6dGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/L_CTFY_Qq6M/s1600-h/Wedding+Dress+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403857615224206434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sv5b3sQ6dGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/L_CTFY_Qq6M/s320/Wedding+Dress+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So addicted to Wedding Dress atm! It's currently on repeat (y) that' how addicted I am to it. Haha! Omg, the girl in the video is like so freaken pretty and Taeyang is just like hottttttt! I reccommend you guys to watch this video/listen to the song :D &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/1948012621486183445-7175308423837613726?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7175308423837613726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/babyyyyyyy-you-should-be-my-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7175308423837613726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7175308423837613726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/babyyyyyyy-you-should-be-my-lady.html' title='babyyyyyyy, you should be my lady'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sv5b4uz5KFI/AAAAAAAAALc/Hx7_46aC72k/s72-c/Wedding+Dress+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-4111267996034531953</id><published>2009-11-13T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:43:05.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sometimes &lt;em&gt;even though you're having a good time&lt;/em&gt;, you can't help but to stop and think about &lt;em&gt;how much you miss the old times&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sv4hC0bPc0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/x5nlAw0w05g/s1600-h/Christian+Loubiton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403792935207531330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sv4hC0bPc0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/x5nlAw0w05g/s320/Christian+Loubiton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sv4hCWuEwnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Zf62eHDPaBM/s1600-h/Dripping+icecream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403792927233458802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sv4hCWuEwnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Zf62eHDPaBM/s320/Dripping+icecream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sv4hCBAA7YI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/J9PJK7sFKQk/s1600-h/Lace+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403792921403125122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sv4hCBAA7YI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/J9PJK7sFKQk/s320/Lace+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT HEELS!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-4111267996034531953?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4111267996034531953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-even-though-youre-having-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4111267996034531953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4111267996034531953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-even-though-youre-having-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Sv4hC0bPc0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/x5nlAw0w05g/s72-c/Christian+Loubiton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-4781210492861517466</id><published>2009-11-13T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T18:08:27.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you can see my posts lately have been about quotes etc and not about me, my days. But there isn't much to post about so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday we got the fornight school newspaper and guess what I found out?! &lt;strong&gt;PICNIC IS ON MY BIRTHDAY AGAIN! &lt;/strong&gt;Omg, how can they do that? Last year they did it on that day and now they're doing it again on this day, that's so gg. But I'm not going to complain much since Cathy and Mary said "Would you rather have your birthday on a school day instead?" Which made me think and yes she's right. Having it at school is more boring than at a specific location for picnic. Well, they wanna go picnic aswel. So I'm going with that aswell. Cos what am I gonna do staying home on my birthday. Rather go picnic instead right? And this time Emilee better come since she dogged it last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to really talk about but these past few days I have been so addicted to Tumblr than anything! =3 And I have grown out of my gaming obsession. HAHAHAH! Well dunno what else to talk about so ciao :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-4781210492861517466?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4781210492861517466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-you-can-see-my-posts-lately-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4781210492861517466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4781210492861517466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-you-can-see-my-posts-lately-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-1930636922620839457</id><published>2009-11-13T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:07:34.979-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“ Everyone says that love hurts, but that’s not true. Loneliness hurts. rejection hurts. losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality, love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain and makes someone feel wonderful again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Do you ever get that feeling where you don’t want to talk to anybody? You don’t want to smile and you don’t want to fake being happy. But at the same time you don’t know exactly what’s wrong either. There isn’t a way to explain it to someone who doesn’t already understand. If you could want anything in the world it would be to be alone. People have stopped being comforting and being alone never was. But at least when you’re alone no one will constantly ask you what is wrong and there isn’t anyone who won’t take ‘I don’t know’ for an answer. You feel the way you do just because. You hope the feeling will pass soon and that you will be able to be yourself again, but until then all you can do is wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-1930636922620839457?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1930636922620839457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/everyone-says-that-love-hurts-but-thats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1930636922620839457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1930636922620839457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/everyone-says-that-love-hurts-but-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-4275433385241222830</id><published>2009-11-12T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:17:53.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"No matter how hard you try to get over someone, you'll always end up still having some sort of feeling left for them. Reminiscing the way things were and how everything is now.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you will hope that the new person in their life was still you and everything was still the way it used to be... despite all the bad things that have happened. Everybody thinks that time is supposed to make things better, but in love, it doesn’t. Although you guys have been apart for a while even if you guys don't talk much anymore and now have different loves in your life, you still can’t help but wonder if you're still remembered or thought of. And sometimes, you hope to know how their life is now, how things would’ve been if you two were still together, and when you catch them glancing at you, you wonder if their heart beats a little faster as yours does when you see them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SvzrzmUDg5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/329UTy921rI/s1600-h/Hardest+thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403452924628272018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SvzrzmUDg5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/329UTy921rI/s320/Hardest+thing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SvzrzK5qL-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/DZkQJPUtqUU/s1600-h/Don%27t+let+the+person...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403452917269802978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SvzrzK5qL-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/DZkQJPUtqUU/s320/Don%27t+let+the+person...jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-4275433385241222830?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4275433385241222830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-matter-how-hard-you-try-to-get-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4275433385241222830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4275433385241222830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-matter-how-hard-you-try-to-get-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SvzrzmUDg5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/329UTy921rI/s72-c/Hardest+thing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-2723921297834233035</id><published>2009-11-12T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:43:41.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you give me the feelings that i are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;" i've been awake for awhile now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;you've got me feelin' like a child now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;'cause every time i see your bubbly face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;i get the tingles in a silly place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;it starts in my toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i crinkle my nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;wherever it goes i always know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;that you make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;please stay for awhile now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;just take your time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;wherever you go "&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/1948012621486183445-2723921297834233035?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/2723921297834233035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-give-me-feelings-that-i-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/2723921297834233035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/2723921297834233035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-give-me-feelings-that-i-are.html' title='you give me the feelings that i are'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-7939570315312410332</id><published>2009-11-11T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:08:37.078-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I never regret loving some person in the past. Cause at least he was lucky enough to experience the love that I had for him. Too bad, he just &lt;em&gt;WASTED&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can walk right past someone like they were never a big part of your life. How you used to be able to talk for hours and how now, you can barely even look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up doesn’t always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me more than I deserve, how can you be so cruel? I love you more than you deserve, why am I such a fool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have two options, medically and emotionally: give up, or fight like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;— Lance Armstrong&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm mad at myself, not you. I'm mad for always being nice. I'm mad for always apologizing for things I didn't do. I'm mad for getting attached. I'm mad for depending on you and wasting my time on you. I'm mad for thinking about you, and most of all for not hating you when I should.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t control love. People that are meant to be together always find their way in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up is the easiest thing you could ever do. But holding it all together when everyone&lt;br /&gt;expects you to crumble, that, is true strength. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with most men is they're assholes. The problem with most women is they put up with those assholes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-7939570315312410332?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/7939570315312410332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-never-regret-loving-some-person-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7939570315312410332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/7939570315312410332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-never-regret-loving-some-person-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-4932899755640493297</id><published>2009-11-11T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T02:21:14.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;pictures of you, pictures of me&lt;br /&gt;hung upon your wall for the world to see&lt;br /&gt;pictures of you, pictures of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;remind us all of what we used to be"&lt;/em&gt;&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/1948012621486183445-4932899755640493297?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4932899755640493297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/pictures-of-you-pictures-of-me-hung.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4932899755640493297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4932899755640493297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/pictures-of-you-pictures-of-me-hung.html' title=''/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-2816645972533803669</id><published>2009-11-10T00:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:35:43.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck me dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I just came home awhile from my trip to the hairdressers. And gosh, I must admit I am already starting to regret my hair, just like Cathy said so. I miss my long hair now. This hair I have now, is so fucking short so is my fringe. So hideous. To make things worse, I can't layer my hair. Well I can but I just choose not too since I permed my hair and like my underneath layer is fucking wavy shit. Seriously, it sucks to have hair like me. When I think about it, it makes me wanna cry since it's so horrible and I can't change anything about it since it's in my fucking blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has been happening at school lately just everyday that I enter school I feel like shit! Seriously. It pisses me off so much.. Sometimes I just feel like moving schools because of this, Emily Tea knows how I feel about this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You didn't love her. You just didn't want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was just good for your ego, or, or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn't love her because you don't destroy the person you love&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when their right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust noone but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/1948012621486183445-2816645972533803669?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/2816645972533803669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuck-me-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/2816645972533803669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/2816645972533803669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuck-me-dead.html' title='Fuck me dead'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-1471404417320606343</id><published>2009-11-07T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:05:03.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no, not this time</title><content type='html'>So the past days, this guy and I are starting to talk more and more now. Just like the past. Although in the past this guy and I had something, but I swear I will prevent this from happening again. I don't want it to happen, it's just wrong. His starting to start conversatons with me daily now, which is pretty strange and I don't wanna lead him on either. All we can be is just friends, nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway moving on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Cathy's outing. I went to the place at like 6 something, no one was there yet. When everyone have arrived (finally) like at 7 something! We all paid and waited so we could go into the laser tag room. Gosh, 20 minutes flew by so quick in there. First few minutes into the game, this guy full ran into me like gosh, watch where you'e going LOL. Then the game ended. Gosh, 20 minutes flew by so quick in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, all the girls went Maccas and I had Mc Chicken once again. So yummy! :) Later on the rest went to &lt;em&gt;"Little Star" &lt;/em&gt;once known as Blue Heaven. I was going to go but nahhh. Emily and I stayed back and got picked up there. Oh and Cathy looks so hot with the bar fringe. And she full says she hates it. And that's about it, till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-1471404417320606343?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1471404417320606343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-not-this-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1471404417320606343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1471404417320606343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-not-this-time.html' title='no, not this time'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-6085560282116488369</id><published>2009-11-06T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:14:50.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s amazing&lt;br /&gt;how you realize; when you&lt;br /&gt;lose someone, you get mad at yourself for not&lt;br /&gt;saying the things you couldve a million times.&lt;br /&gt;you take for granted the&lt;br /&gt;days spent doing&lt;br /&gt;nothing when you couldve been with them.&lt;br /&gt;anyone can be&lt;br /&gt;taken at any time in our lives&lt;br /&gt;but we always wait until there gone to say&lt;br /&gt;the things we never had the courage to before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-6085560282116488369?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/6085560282116488369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/6085560282116488369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/6085560282116488369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/amazing.html' title='amazing'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-1852258762657114635</id><published>2009-11-06T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:21:31.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sculpture by the sea</title><content type='html'>Yesterday &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;photography class and Emilee's visual arts class went to Tamaram-Bondi Beach to look at Sculpture by the Sea. It was okay nothing too fun. And like went the bell went for rolecall we all met up outside the front of A block and we were still waiting for Mary to turn up. Waited for the bus to come and she still didn't turn up. So we left without her :S I feel sorry for her now cause she gotta take pictures &lt;em&gt;at school&lt;/em&gt; (I think) and it would suck because it isn't the sculptures. Well we did quite a lot of walking, time flew by really quick. After looking at the sculptures we arrived at Bondi. That meant food/shopping time! Linda, Emilee, Vicky and all went to Maccas.  The line was so long.. I ended up buying a Mc Chicken meal and a snack wrap, yumm =3.  After eaiting we had no spare time left to go shopping so we just met up with everybody. Then we walked to our bus and journeyed back home. That was like the longest bus ride ever and I felt so sick, to top it off people were being to damn loud on the bus. I just wanted to chuck a rage. That's all for now, gotta do the chores. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SvSRbHSHqYI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eqrCrl20NFM/s1600-h/Definition+of+Love!.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401101748121610626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SvSRbHSHqYI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eqrCrl20NFM/s320/Definition+of+Love!.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-1852258762657114635?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/1852258762657114635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/sculpture-by-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1852258762657114635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/1852258762657114635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/sculpture-by-sea.html' title='sculpture by the sea'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SvSRbHSHqYI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eqrCrl20NFM/s72-c/Definition+of+Love!.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-8912381149162363203</id><published>2009-11-05T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:24:29.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>true love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;No, he doesn't always make me happy. There are times when I really just want to punch him in the face, get up and walk away because it's easier. But that's not what true love is about. It's about learning to forgive him for his mistakes, &lt;strong&gt;not holding grudges&lt;/strong&gt; and bringing up the past. It's about learning to love and admire him even more for all the small imperfections, because not one person on this Earth is perfect. It's about discovering something new about each other every day and falling in love with each other all over again every time you look into his eyes. It's about understanding and working through problems, &lt;strong&gt;not just giving up when something goes wrong&lt;/strong&gt;. True love wasn't meant to be easy, but it's definitely worth it. &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;BABY GIRL CATHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE YOUUUUU ♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SvO_K-RiiwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-xoO83dk5qE/s1600-h/DSC00477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400870573383518978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SvO_K-RiiwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-xoO83dk5qE/s320/DSC00477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-8912381149162363203?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8912381149162363203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/true-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8912381149162363203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8912381149162363203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/true-love.html' title='true love'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/SvO_K-RiiwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-xoO83dk5qE/s72-c/DSC00477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-4848134293109648105</id><published>2009-11-04T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:05:00.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>SEVEN THINGS YOU WILL FIND IN YOUR ROOM:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bed&lt;br /&gt;2. Tv&lt;br /&gt;3. Wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;4. Shoes&lt;br /&gt;5. Jewelerry&lt;br /&gt;6. Make-up&lt;br /&gt;7. Pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN RELATIONSHIP QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do You Like Anyone? Hmm, half half&lt;br /&gt;2. Does Someone Like You? I don't know&lt;br /&gt;3. Last Kiss? Last month?&lt;br /&gt;4. Been Lead On? You could say so&lt;br /&gt;5. Been Cheated On? No&lt;br /&gt;6. Want A Relationship? Fuck highschool love atm&lt;br /&gt;7. Wanna Get Married? Ofcourse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT:&lt;br /&gt;1. Music&lt;br /&gt;2. Food&lt;br /&gt;3. Tv&lt;br /&gt;4. Computer&lt;br /&gt;5. Talking&lt;br /&gt;6. Friends&lt;br /&gt;7. Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS ON YOUR MIND:&lt;br /&gt;1. That loser&lt;br /&gt;2. Money&lt;br /&gt;3. Getting a job&lt;br /&gt;4. Cathy's birthday party&lt;br /&gt;5. Clotheeees!&lt;br /&gt;6. Heels&lt;br /&gt;7. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN OTHER THINGS - DO YOU&lt;br /&gt;1. Believe In God? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;2. Had A Dream Come True? Hmm&lt;br /&gt;3. Read The Newspaper? Nah&lt;br /&gt;4. Get Enough Sleep Everyday? No&lt;br /&gt;5. Have A Best Friend? Well bestfriends&lt;br /&gt;6. Take A Bath Daily? Ah nah&lt;br /&gt;7. Wish On Stars? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN HAVE YOU EVERS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Fallen In Love? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;2. Kissed Someone Of The Same Sex? No&lt;br /&gt;3. Hooked Up With Someone Who Had A BF/GF? No&lt;br /&gt;4. Been To A Bonfire? Don't think so&lt;br /&gt;5. Ran Away From Home? No&lt;br /&gt;6. Played Strip Poker? No&lt;br /&gt;7. Pulled An All Nighter? No, I need my beauty sleep :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS IN THE LAST 24 HOURS HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cried? Well not 24 hrs ago&lt;br /&gt;2. Had Fun? Kinda&lt;br /&gt;3. Been Kissed? Nope&lt;br /&gt;4. Felt Stupid? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;5. Talked To An Ex? No&lt;br /&gt;6. Missed Someone? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;7. Listened To Music? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED : ANGER&lt;br /&gt;1. Are You Currently Mad At Someone? Kind've&lt;br /&gt;2. Which Of Your family Members Has The Worst temper? All of em&lt;br /&gt;3. Have You Ever Thrown Something At Anyone? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;4. Does Your Face Turn Red When You’re Angry? I think?&lt;br /&gt;5. When You’re Mad Do You Prefer To Stare Angrily Or Yell? Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORANGE : EXCITEMENT&lt;br /&gt;1. Has Anyone Ever Thrown A Surprise Party For You? I wish&lt;br /&gt;2. Are You Easily Excited? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;3. What Event Is Coming Up That You Are Looking Forward To? Cathy's party and getting my braces&lt;br /&gt;4. If You Won A Million Dollars, What Will Be Your First Thought? Designer clothing, handbags, HEELS and probably a hot sports car 8)&lt;br /&gt;5. What Would Make You The Happiest Right Now? $$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YELLOW : SELF DISCOVERY&lt;br /&gt;1. Full Name: Wynee Phan&lt;br /&gt;2. Birthday: 16th December&lt;br /&gt;3. What’s Your Main Goal In Life? Achieve my goals and just live a good life :D&lt;br /&gt;4. Do You Want To Have Children? Later on&lt;br /&gt;5. How Do You Want To Die? Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE : SADNESS&lt;br /&gt;1. When Is The Last Time You Cried? Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;2. What Is The Saddest Thing That Is Happening Right Now? This unfaithful dickhead&lt;br /&gt;3. Do You Usually Cry/Get Depressed When Something Doesn’t Happen Your Way? No?&lt;br /&gt;4. Has Anyone Made You Cry In The Last 24 Hours? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;5. When You Are Sad, What Do You Do? Talk to my friends about it and lose it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINK : LOVE&lt;br /&gt;1. Do You Have A Crush On One Of Your Friends? No&lt;br /&gt;2. Do You Believe At Love At First Sight? No&lt;br /&gt;3. When You See Your Crush, Do You Act Differently Around Him/Her? No&lt;br /&gt;4. Do You Have A Girlfriend/Boyfriend? No&lt;br /&gt;5. Do You Believe Everyone Has A Soulmate? Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-4848134293109648105?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/4848134293109648105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4848134293109648105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/4848134293109648105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-806497050128096428</id><published>2009-11-03T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:04:39.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep, wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you' re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU. The one who turns to his friends and says, thats her!&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-806497050128096428?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/806497050128096428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/806497050128096428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/806497050128096428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/guy.html' title='a guy'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948012621486183445.post-8957694484870099122</id><published>2009-11-03T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:48:12.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cos it's over</title><content type='html'>So it's going to be scorching hot today, like 35/6 degrees we talking bout. Just as I finished having a shower and blowdrying my hair for school, my mum asked me if I wanted to stay home. Well too late now, cos I already got half ready. What's the point of me staying home anyway? I'm gonna be a bored low life cunt, sitting on the comp on the net? And plus I want my P.S I Love You. Can't wait to watch it after school :D I'm currently eating lasagne. Well I'm going to end it here now, until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm home from school. I got P.S I Love You, as Phoebe promised. For gradesport we stayed in a classroom instead of playing bball. So we watched a movie. The other girls chose The Notebook butEmilee suggested P.S I Love You. I guess I'm half way through the movie and I'm gonna finish it later but im too hooked onto the comp. In my perspective, the book is oviously better than the movie. Well today, Mr Nguyen gave our results for our maths yearly and I came 4th. I'm pretty happy about that, although I wish I could have came 2nd instead, or maybe 1st, even better. Hopefully when I tell my mum she'll be proud :D I'm gonna continue working hard now so that I can make my parents proud of me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Su-1BhuVirI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1dAhDzmjLj0/s1600-h/ps-i-love-you1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399733516077730482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Su-1BhuVirI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1dAhDzmjLj0/s400/ps-i-love-you1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948012621486183445-8957694484870099122?l=clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/feeds/8957694484870099122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/cos-its-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8957694484870099122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948012621486183445/posts/default/8957694484870099122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clumsywinnieeh.blogspot.com/2009/11/cos-its-over.html' title='cos it&apos;s over'/><author><name>Wynee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17440663057842382402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/S2qL3AK7I4I/AAAAAAAAATk/3gjCMzNpux8/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LV6BppYjawk/Su-1BhuVirI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1dAhDzmjLj0/s72-c/ps-i-love-you1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
