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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:rwb0027.blog.co.uk,2009-11-11:/</id><title>The Mover or the Shaker?</title><link rel="self" href="http://rwb0027.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rwb0027.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-11T21:16:47+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:rwb0027.blog.co.uk,2008-05-15:/2008/05/15/introduction-4178424/</id><title>Introduction</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rwb0027.blog.co.uk/2008/05/15/introduction-4178424/"/><author><name>robertwboykin</name></author><published>2008-05-15T18:43:52+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T18:43:52+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I am an American looking for change.  I just graduated from college and am currently researching what my best chances are at UK citizenship or nationalisation.  I judge my best two shots are marriage or entrepreneurship.  This is going to be a transition years in the making and hope that I find myself happy and successful in the end regardless of where I am.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I love to write though my attention spent on this particular space on the net might be a bit scarse.  I play guitar and sing in a band called Sententia Dementia.  I am a bit of a philosopher, yet find myself perplexed daily by my observations and my lack of proper communication skills.  I attribute this latter aspect to my unacceptance of the culture in which I was raised.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I don't really know where I want to be, but I know where I don't want to be.&lt;/p&gt;
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