<?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-4907488835916205163</id><updated>2012-02-07T06:11:43.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Robin Bird</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlerobinbird.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4907488835916205163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlerobinbird.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06840782394341408516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--EujbnfvanM/Tykz5fdYw9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D4fw9jVLY1w/s220/157051_468059085805_603040805_6223788_3893125_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907488835916205163.post-6365151891004039399</id><published>2012-02-07T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T06:11:43.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unique-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zFGCGTA9h_c/TzEwXOqd0JI/AAAAAAAAACo/7ATf9M0hxSc/s1600/1334707.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zFGCGTA9h_c/TzEwXOqd0JI/AAAAAAAAACo/7ATf9M0hxSc/s320/1334707.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be afraid to stand out from the crowd and be yourself. To light up a room and have that pop. To take the first step.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4907488835916205163-6365151891004039399?l=littlerobinbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlerobinbird.blogspot.com/feeds/6365151891004039399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlerobinbird.blogspot.com/2012/02/unique-ness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4907488835916205163/posts/default/6365151891004039399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4907488835916205163/posts/default/6365151891004039399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlerobinbird.blogspot.com/2012/02/unique-ness.html' title='Unique-ness'/><author><name>Lolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06840782394341408516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--EujbnfvanM/Tykz5fdYw9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D4fw9jVLY1w/s220/157051_468059085805_603040805_6223788_3893125_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zFGCGTA9h_c/TzEwXOqd0JI/AAAAAAAAACo/7ATf9M0hxSc/s72-c/1334707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907488835916205163.post-2841217337540020987</id><published>2012-02-01T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T04:18:02.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Tell Who's a True Friend</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I haven't posted anything for ages, but I've been incredibly busy with something very important. My 18th birthday!! I know, it's one of the most exciting days of your life right? &lt;br /&gt;I'd been planning it for literally two months, had a beautiful cake made and bought tonnes of snacks for my list of fourty-five friends. I was so excited! I woke up super early just because of the adrenaline, I felt like a child excited for chistmas (which I usually am) and was so looking forward to seeing everyone. I'd planned it so that all my closest friends from everywhere I'd lived came to one place to meet and celebrate the fact we had all graduated and that realistically this was the last time we'd all be together in one place. Everyone was excited for the party (well, a gathering in the park) and to catch up. I couldn't wait to see everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the time came, after all my planning, all the excitement...no one was there. Nobody had turned up. My boyfriend and two close friends who had come in the car with us to help set up were the only ones. Then over the hill, we saw four familiar faces, which gave me a feeling of relief. Of course people would turn up, who ever turns up on time right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the four hours, only twelve people turned up. Twelve, out of fourty-five.&lt;br /&gt;I was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Not at the fact they didn't come, but the fact they couldn't care enough to even let me know, on my 18th. And of course I know the reason they didn't show. Alcohol. You see, I'm not a big drinker (not that I don't enjoy one) and so didn't want drinking at my birthday. So for that reason, so many people I had helped and supported over the years, the people who I called my friends showed their true colours. They just didn't care as much as I once thought or as much as I'd cared about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it wasn't exactly the 18th I had wanted for so long, but as crappy as it all seemed, something amazing came out of it. I found my true friends. And some of the people who turned out to care so much suprised me, a few I had betted would be the ones not to turn up. But they proved me wrong. It wasn't just a great day for me either. New connections were made by the few who came :) two young men who had never met before and had relatively lonely lives discovered how many interests they shared and now have each other; and an incredibly shy boy came out of his shell to a great girlfriend of mine who is soon moving close by, and they plan to catch up again ;) hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend's aren't always the people you go through school with your entire life or the person who you talk to on a daily basis; they're the people who care about you and love you for exactly who you are. The people who make you smile the way you make them smile. The people who actually care :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4907488835916205163-2841217337540020987?l=littlerobinbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlerobinbird.blogspot.com/feeds/2841217337540020987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlerobinbird.blogspot.com/2012/02/how-to-tell-whos-true-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4907488835916205163/posts/default/2841217337540020987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4907488835916205163/posts/default/2841217337540020987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlerobinbird.blogspot.com/2012/02/how-to-tell-whos-true-friend.html' title='How to Tell Who&apos;s a True Friend'/><author><name>Lolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06840782394341408516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--EujbnfvanM/Tykz5fdYw9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D4fw9jVLY1w/s220/157051_468059085805_603040805_6223788_3893125_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907488835916205163.post-9186505178306516697</id><published>2012-01-02T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:10:02.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's The Secret To Love?</title><content type='html'>A number of people have often asked me what's the secret to a strong relationship? &lt;br /&gt;The secret is that there isn't a secret.&lt;br /&gt;Simply be open to love, but don't be blinded by it. There's a fine line between being open and letting somebody use you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many also believe if you have nothing in common, it won't work. Not true. Complete opposites work so well because they compliment each other. Black and white. Ying and Yang. Up and down. You get the idea. Of course, there have to be certain compatibilities like where you want to go in life and what you want from it. But if he likes science and she likes art, then it doesn't mean there would never be anything there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect example is my own relationship.&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend is my binary opposite on so many levels. He's a mathmatical, scientific and logical thinker. He's a complete realist, puzzle solving, computer gaming fanatic who stays up late and sleeps all day; incredibly shy and quiet. I on the other hand am all art, music etc. where I wouldn't touch maths with a 40ft pole. I'm a major dreamer and let my mind wonder into far-fetched ideas, and as far as puzzle solving..I was defeated by Suduko, chess and angry birds last night. As I've mentioned before, I'm not a huge technology person, so I'm sure you can predict me status when it comes to computers and games. I go to bed at any time and always rise early awake, and I love meeting new people and standing out from a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. Total opposites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats why it works!&lt;br /&gt;We share our interests with eachother and teach each other new things, he holds me when I sleep at night, and I hold him as he sleeps in the day. When I've got my head in the clouds, he'll bring me down to earth; but I also show him the extreme can be possible. I'll introduce him to new people, and he'll dance with me in the corner when I want to escape. He lets me shine, and I light him up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the secret is that we don't keep them. Everything is said. Nothing isn't shared. Even if we know it might upset the other person, we get it out and discuss it. At the end of it, we're back in love. It's the fix. The secret is to share yourself, the good and the bad. If you do, you'll find a love like no other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4907488835916205163-9186505178306516697?l=littlerobinbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlerobinbird.blogspot.com/feeds/9186505178306516697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlerobinbird.blogspot.com/2012/01/whats-secret-to-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4907488835916205163/posts/default/9186505178306516697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4907488835916205163/posts/default/9186505178306516697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlerobinbird.blogspot.com/2012/01/whats-secret-to-love.html' title='What&apos;s The Secret To Love?'/><author><name>Lolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06840782394341408516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--EujbnfvanM/Tykz5fdYw9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D4fw9jVLY1w/s220/157051_468059085805_603040805_6223788_3893125_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907488835916205163.post-8729717875331645839</id><published>2012-01-01T19:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:49:49.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ppn98w8csW0/TwEoDJrxkxI/AAAAAAAAABo/cz72P6uDbtw/s1600/197422_10150108945260806_603040805_6908265_5668715_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ppn98w8csW0/TwEoDJrxkxI/AAAAAAAAABo/cz72P6uDbtw/s320/197422_10150108945260806_603040805_6908265_5668715_n.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RfQCxneFOtI/TwEoI4Evg3I/AAAAAAAAABw/amAlnK6Xp98/s1600/196893_10150097240090806_603040805_6807454_2186681_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RfQCxneFOtI/TwEoI4Evg3I/AAAAAAAAABw/amAlnK6Xp98/s320/196893_10150097240090806_603040805_6807454_2186681_n.jpg" width="320" /&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/4907488835916205163-8729717875331645839?l=littlerobinbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlerobinbird.blogspot.com/feeds/8729717875331645839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlerobinbird.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4907488835916205163/posts/default/8729717875331645839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4907488835916205163/posts/default/8729717875331645839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlerobinbird.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>Lolly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06840782394341408516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--EujbnfvanM/Tykz5fdYw9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D4fw9jVLY1w/s220/157051_468059085805_603040805_6223788_3893125_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ppn98w8csW0/TwEoDJrxkxI/AAAAAAAAABo/cz72P6uDbtw/s72-c/197422_10150108945260806_603040805_6908265_5668715_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907488835916205163.post-3285361789217651229</id><published>2012-01-01T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T18:06:20.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do I Start?</title><content type='html'>So I'm going to come clean. Despite the fact I'm seen as a complete nerd by everybody who knows me, I've never had a blog before and have only the slightest idea of how to use one. Yes, it would turn out that I'm one of those people most would consider to be a noob or in fact wonder where I've been for the last four years. Maybe that's where I'm supposed to start?&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I'm not an overly technological person, I've always prefered&amp;nbsp; a face-to-face conversation or a hand written letter to any form of email, IM or notification. But I figured, why not give it a shot right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is me, 2012. Not having a clue what I'm supposed to be doing but doing it anyway! It's never turned out too bad every other time, except this time I'm at risk of publically humiliating myself. Wait, no, that usually happens anyway : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who couldn't be bothered reading my long winded profile, I don't blame you. Anything that long usually puts me off wanting to read it too. It's just that so much has happened, so many interesting experiences which shaped me into who I am. Who I plan to be. Myself. It's not always easy, like anybody will find, but if you're happy, then who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of who might read this, I just want to put this out there. Just in case.&lt;br /&gt;Many people will probably say this, but I have been through alot in life. Not just the bad, but all the good too and all the amazing. I've been told by many friends, colleagues and the odd stranger that from experience, I'm good with advice. I see the good side of a situation or can give a person an idea to fix something that isn't right. If all else fails, I can at least make you smile and realise that things will be ok, in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, I hope by sharing my own life tales and situations I can pass on something to you out there. Even if it's simply a piece of reading material while you sit up at 3am on your shmancy iPhone : ) and don't worry, it won't just be all that emotional, deep and meaningful crap you find in every cliche. 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