<?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-2555141925707766301</id><updated>2011-11-23T21:56:25.291+08:00</updated><category term='U.K'/><category term='racial'/><category term='penguins'/><category term='Credit Crinch'/><category term='One-77'/><category term='Observational Humor'/><category term='Threat'/><category term='Bungee Jumping'/><category term='Parachute'/><category term='U.N.'/><category term='Weed'/><category term='Scientific Studies'/><category term='War'/><category term='Aston Martin'/><category term='US'/><category term='Humour'/><category term='Security'/><category term='profiling'/><category term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Nabil's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nabil Fahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200686566988557567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-5214453839184858334</id><published>2011-11-23T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:51:53.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've moved ship</title><summary type='text'>
Greetings random visitor.

First off, kudos to you on finding this blog. It hasn't been paid heed to in far too long. The only reason I'm even revisiting this is to guide you in the right direction.
As much as the new layout to Blogger has tempted me to stick around, it's far too late. 



I've moved on.



 Probably the very few times that I've moved on beyond a Google Service. 

(I still love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5214453839184858334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=5214453839184858334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/5214453839184858334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/5214453839184858334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2011/11/ive-moved-ship.html' title='I&apos;ve moved ship'/><author><name>Nabil Fahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200686566988557567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-5036804692173411301</id><published>2010-01-09T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T02:17:23.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Security'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Threat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U.K'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profiling'/><title type='text'>Unnatural Selection</title><summary type='text'>In light of the recent Christmas day attempt to destroy yet another passenger plane the US, UK and other nations have decided to “step up security measures”  What does this translate into?     “(A) decision to mandate extra scrutiny — including full-body pat downs — for people flying into the United States from 14 mostly Muslim countries”    -Via NY Times &lt;http://bit.ly/67wuiX&gt;   Mostly indeed. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5036804692173411301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=5036804692173411301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/5036804692173411301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/5036804692173411301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2010/01/stealing-society.html' title='Unnatural Selection'/><author><name>Nabil Fahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200686566988557567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-2773093008875666243</id><published>2009-10-28T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:12:10.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Silence</title><summary type='text'>An open letter to the person who stole my iPod.  I also have a blue version of the grey iPod sock that you took with it. They don’t really like to be apart for long periods of time. Get in touch. I’ll gladly hand it to you.  P.S. Hope you like my taste in music.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2773093008875666243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=2773093008875666243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/2773093008875666243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/2773093008875666243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2009/10/sound-of-silence.html' title='The Sound of Silence'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SdSNHvJgRuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3pWIl-dChvo/S220/meeeeeeee+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-7883088684809680264</id><published>2009-10-23T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:52:46.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberate</title><summary type='text'>Stumbled upon this while NOT studying for my exams and had to share it.It might be long but give it a read.Questions and Answers about Foreign Policy (and the U.S. Invasion of Iraq) Q:Daddy, why did we have to attack Iraq?A:Because they had weapons of mass destruction.Q:But the inspectors didn't find any weapons of mass destruction.A:That's because the Iraqis were hiding them.Q:And that's why we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7883088684809680264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=7883088684809680264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/7883088684809680264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/7883088684809680264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2009/10/liberate.html' title='Liberate'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SdSNHvJgRuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3pWIl-dChvo/S220/meeeeeeee+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-6567143217180418576</id><published>2009-10-02T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T01:56:50.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn The Page</title><summary type='text'>So it’s been a while since my last post. Work has kept me pretty busy and the flow of creative juices has been diverted elsewhere (for some reason that came out a rather bit more messy than intended). All that being by-the-by it has been brought to my attention that most of my posts revolve around rants and/or have rather pessimistic undertones.   Undertones?…bah! who am i kidding? This blog has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6567143217180418576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=6567143217180418576&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/6567143217180418576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/6567143217180418576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2009/10/turn-page.html' title='Turn The Page'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SdSNHvJgRuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3pWIl-dChvo/S220/meeeeeeee+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-4704717176241383958</id><published>2009-08-21T14:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:02:23.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigs On The Wing</title><summary type='text'>Swine-ness is among us. In a big way. Yeah yeah, you might be thinking old news but hey!, if it wasn’t for old news Larry King wouldn’t be so popular now would he?  So yes, to the point. STOP fussing. I mean seriously, the many precautions and general anal-ness of the whole affair is quite sickening. More people die from the ‘common’ flu that the swiney variety, but just because its this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/4704717176241383958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=4704717176241383958&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/4704717176241383958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/4704717176241383958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2009/08/pigs-on-wing.html' title='Pigs On The Wing'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SdSNHvJgRuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3pWIl-dChvo/S220/meeeeeeee+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-3702807116895494547</id><published>2009-08-21T01:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:02:38.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Is Running Out</title><summary type='text'>




</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4a39ad6642c91a47&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3702807116895494547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=3702807116895494547&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/3702807116895494547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/3702807116895494547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-is-running-out_21.html' title='Time Is Running Out'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SdSNHvJgRuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3pWIl-dChvo/S220/meeeeeeee+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-5728264550006355948</id><published>2009-08-17T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:39:22.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Scream</title><summary type='text'>Saturday:  Come home after Nandos lunch and watching ‘District 9’ sit down to do Business stats assignment. Damn mainstream concert, turn up Metallica till my door trembles. Work till 2am. Order McDonalds. Watch ‘Whose line – scenes from a hat’. Laugh. work till 4. sleep  Sunday  Wake up at 10. Shower. Down 2 Mugs of coffee. Work till 12. Pack up, go to uni to meet peers and work. Go home at 4 to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5728264550006355948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=5728264550006355948&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/5728264550006355948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/5728264550006355948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2009/08/silent-scream.html' title='Silent Scream'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SdSNHvJgRuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3pWIl-dChvo/S220/meeeeeeee+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-5480555036127607838</id><published>2009-08-03T17:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:55:35.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stain of Mind</title><summary type='text'>What has happened to the world of intelligent lyrics? why is it that today we are forcibly subjected to a world of mediocrity in the music industry? Gone are the songs which left us with something to think about. The songs which spoke of more than relationships and love.  I mean how pathetic is it that all of today's mainstream lyrics have the intellectual depth of a puddle. I was YouTube-ing the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5480555036127607838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=5480555036127607838&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/5480555036127607838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/5480555036127607838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2009/08/stain-of-mind.html' title='Stain of Mind'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SdSNHvJgRuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3pWIl-dChvo/S220/meeeeeeee+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-9016348803057386056</id><published>2009-07-11T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:07:50.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke on the Water</title><summary type='text'>Ok so this is an anti-smoking rant, so for all you smokers feel free to express your opinions but don't pounce on me for speaking my mind.
Actually, correction this is not so much an anti smoking rant but an anti-'certain-type-of-smoker' rant. I speak of none other than those smokers who feel the need to justify this action of theirs. I don't judge those who smoke nor does my opinion of someone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/9016348803057386056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=9016348803057386056&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/9016348803057386056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/9016348803057386056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2009/07/smoke-on-water.html' title='Smoke on the Water'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SdSNHvJgRuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3pWIl-dChvo/S220/meeeeeeee+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-8227766890747750118</id><published>2009-06-24T00:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:52:13.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bungee Jumping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Observational Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scientific Studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penguins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parachute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weed'/><title type='text'>The Rockafeller Skank</title><summary type='text'>So I was doing some err...watchemacallit...thinking the other day. And I realized an interesting realization.(See how I framed that sentence? Fascinating, no?)We (humans that is) do some pretty peculiar things.like for instance looking up when it drizzles...OK, so now there are two things.Firstly why do people look up? In my head its one of two things. Either you are perplexed with this radical </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8227766890747750118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=8227766890747750118&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/8227766890747750118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/8227766890747750118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/rockafeller-skank.html' title='The Rockafeller Skank'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SdSNHvJgRuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3pWIl-dChvo/S220/meeeeeeee+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-8952116033843533910</id><published>2009-06-18T02:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T18:06:33.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cotton Eyed Joe</title><summary type='text'>Why the best ideas come from late night conversations.[The Kleptocracy] - DJ Admiral says: Trying to get GTA IV to run on Vista is like trying to get an elephant to ride a bicycle with no chainNabil says: wow...that is a featNabil says: ok,lets make a deal. if i make it run, you do the elephant thing[The Kleptocracy] - DJ Admiral says: sounds good. my friend franko is in the zoo, I'm sure he'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8952116033843533910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=8952116033843533910&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/8952116033843533910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/8952116033843533910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/locomotion.html' title='Cotton Eyed Joe'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SdSNHvJgRuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3pWIl-dChvo/S220/meeeeeeee+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-5183486799254922560</id><published>2009-06-04T03:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T04:02:08.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wherein Lies Continue</title><summary type='text'>Faces.That’s what we are. We are neither personalities nor souls. We are not individuals of various schools of thought or groups of lost beings. We are... just faces.We are the faces we wear. We are just as superficial, we are just as cold and we are just as heartless. On a daily basis we don these visages. These faces, worn as though they were merely another item of apparel. Kept on a shelf, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5183486799254922560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=5183486799254922560&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/5183486799254922560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/5183486799254922560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/wherein-lies-continue.html' title='Wherein Lies Continue'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SdSNHvJgRuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3pWIl-dChvo/S220/meeeeeeee+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-6229280319333546339</id><published>2009-05-08T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:03:17.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snuffle.</title><summary type='text'>apparently ms iman azman thinks that i am snuffleuphagus. because i always look stoned and i have long eyelashes. ms iman azman is always right. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6229280319333546339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=6229280319333546339&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/6229280319333546339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/6229280319333546339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2009/05/snuffle.html' title='snuffle.'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SdSNHvJgRuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3pWIl-dChvo/S220/meeeeeeee+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-5821488155588827306</id><published>2009-05-08T19:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:52:42.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gunshot To The Head Of Trepidation</title><summary type='text'>It truly is a pity that we can’t see ourselves from others perspectives.It would save us a lot of time, heartache and effort. It would deter us from living under this fallacy, this charade of an existence.The fact of the matter is that with human perspectives so volatile and relationships so finicky, the slightest jolt can send ripples that no soul should have to endure.The line between friend </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5821488155588827306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=5821488155588827306&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/5821488155588827306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/5821488155588827306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2009/05/gunshot-to-head-of-trepidation.html' title='A Gunshot To The Head Of Trepidation'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SdSNHvJgRuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3pWIl-dChvo/S220/meeeeeeee+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-1776449454277252145</id><published>2009-04-13T10:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:39:03.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skeletons of Society</title><summary type='text'>Racism, according to our dear friends at merriam-webster, is “A belief that race is the primary determinant of human traits and capacities and that racial differences produce an inherent superiority of a particular race”. But in a modern society such as ours can racism be defined merely by this one sentence or are there many factors which underlie the modern individuals perspective towards those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/1776449454277252145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=1776449454277252145&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/1776449454277252145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/1776449454277252145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2009/04/skeletons-of-society.html' title='Skeletons of Society'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SdSNHvJgRuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3pWIl-dChvo/S220/meeeeeeee+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-7963645370412068289</id><published>2009-03-22T22:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:03:32.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opium of the People</title><summary type='text'>It seems that everywhere you go you hear people complaining about the new facebook layout. It just got me thinking. How many of us are on that "social networking site"? 175 million it turns out. that's a hell of a lot of people banding together to "socialize". And what do the majority of these people do? Honestly, by the looks of it all people do is take stupid quiz after another, Tag pictures of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7963645370412068289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=7963645370412068289&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/7963645370412068289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/7963645370412068289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2009/03/opium-of-people.html' title='Opium of the People'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SYcrI4oBD-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/z75EjNc4hGA/S220/aefaef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-4147036927132338448</id><published>2009-03-11T16:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:25:41.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget to Remember</title><summary type='text'>Whoo boy....Sitting in front of this laptop for the sole purpose of blogging sure is a daunting task. I mean its not like i can just type any damn thing and expect it to fly well.. but i shall.couple of things going through my mind:The war in sri lanka. Its been going on since 1983. i think both sides need to take a seat at their local starbucks and sort things out.Sandstorm in Saudi and Kuwait. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/4147036927132338448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=4147036927132338448&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/4147036927132338448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/4147036927132338448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2009/03/forget-to-remember.html' title='Forget to Remember'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SYcrI4oBD-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/z75EjNc4hGA/S220/aefaef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-3466637586349632481</id><published>2009-02-18T14:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:06:08.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Brothers</title><summary type='text'>The many comebacks and put-downs have finally come back to haunt me. My two closest friends have, after years of torment decided to act to end the relentless dissing i have inflicted upon their puny little selves. Their plan revolves around the "united we stand" principle and so they have, effectively, joined forces. Their 'pact' involves them never siding with me when another member is insulted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3466637586349632481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=3466637586349632481&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/3466637586349632481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/3466637586349632481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2009/02/blood-brothers.html' title='Blood Brothers'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SYcrI4oBD-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/z75EjNc4hGA/S220/aefaef.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-6229888089668762746</id><published>2009-01-28T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:18:25.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Citizen Erased</title><summary type='text'>A challenge has been put on the table. Go one whole day without cracking a single joke. More rather without being humorous. I fear that by agreeing to go along with this sadistic test of my will, I will half way through the day be found in the darkest corner of the room in a fetal position muttering lame knock-knock jokes (Are there any that aren't lame?)No witty comebacks, no weird faces, no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6229888089668762746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=6229888089668762746&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/6229888089668762746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/6229888089668762746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2009/01/citizen-erased.html' title='Citizen Erased'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SU1fjUNjBQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/slT8ZaTO8yk/S220/P1010160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-1572768681705631077</id><published>2009-01-26T00:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:41:53.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Men Don't Kill Coyotes</title><summary type='text'>I hate, despise, loathe, detest and abhor stupid forwards. Honestly how naive do you have to be to actually fall for this garbage?"Forward this to 10 people and you will get a million dollars", "Forward this and your crush will fall for you", "Forward this and the magical cow of the Netherlands shall bestow a castle of silicon upon you"And people send this!?...What is going through their mind is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/1572768681705631077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=1572768681705631077&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/1572768681705631077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/1572768681705631077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2009/01/true-men-dont-kill-coyotes.html' title='True Men Don&apos;t Kill Coyotes'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SU1fjUNjBQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/slT8ZaTO8yk/S220/P1010160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-806624514515560260</id><published>2009-01-13T09:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:01:29.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Dementia</title><summary type='text'>Bucket shaped potatoes shall overcome their whipped cream shackles and rise to power. Long live the chipmunk shaped cloud!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/806624514515560260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=806624514515560260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/806624514515560260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/806624514515560260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2009/01/space-dementia.html' title='Space Dementia'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SU1fjUNjBQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/slT8ZaTO8yk/S220/P1010160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-4746436697437470979</id><published>2009-01-09T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:07:30.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be All, End All</title><summary type='text'>Its all over.The sheer awesomeness of fudgulation has come to its sad demise. Leaving, in its wake, coffee-less mornings, early classes and worst of all, assignments.How I shall miss the many hours of doing absolutely nothing, the waking up at 2 pm Malaysian time instead of 3 am Dubai time. The fact that there was always something to munch on even in the wee hours of the morn. Much unlike here </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/4746436697437470979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=4746436697437470979&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/4746436697437470979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/4746436697437470979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2009/01/be-all-end-all.html' title='Be All, End All'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SU1fjUNjBQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/slT8ZaTO8yk/S220/P1010160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-1923239466569485059</id><published>2009-01-05T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:29:44.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Cool, Will Travel</title><summary type='text'>Travelling rocks. Not just the flying chunk of metal that appears to have been designed for the sole purpose of freezing your extremities off, but the fact that it never gets old. That coming from a person who has, for the past 19 years flown at least twice a year, is saying something. From the little things like seeing Dubai lit up from metres up in the sky (which by the way looks kicks arse), </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/1923239466569485059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=1923239466569485059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/1923239466569485059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/1923239466569485059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-cool-will-travel.html' title='Have Cool, Will Travel'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SU1fjUNjBQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/slT8ZaTO8yk/S220/P1010160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-3796574832031129033</id><published>2008-12-30T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:48:55.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvester of Sorrow</title><summary type='text'>Three Hundred and Sixty people killed within the span of four days.More than one thousand five hundred people injured.Are you happy Ehud Olmert?You killed a mother. Are you happy?You killed a father. Are you happy?You killed a brother/sister. Are you happy?You killed a son/daughter. Are you happy?Of the 360 people 62 were women and children.How you sleep soundly at night after these actions </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3796574832031129033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=3796574832031129033&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/3796574832031129033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/3796574832031129033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2008/12/harvester-of-sorrow.html' title='Harvester of Sorrow'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SU1fjUNjBQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/slT8ZaTO8yk/S220/P1010160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-979817854360837092</id><published>2008-12-24T18:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T19:02:07.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U.N.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='War'/><title type='text'>A World So Cold</title><summary type='text'>What is with this world we live in? Every single thing that we so adamantly claim to be against occurs under our very noses. We have War, War, War and more War. And for what? Is it that the only way man knows to voice his opinion is through violence? Have we not evolved enough in the last two thousand years of civilized living to know now that it seems like a pretty dumb idea?Albert Einstein said</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/979817854360837092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=979817854360837092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/979817854360837092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/979817854360837092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-with-this-world-we-live-in.html' title='A World So Cold'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_aASR9tXvs/SU1fjUNjBQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/slT8ZaTO8yk/S220/P1010160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-2923134150442970056</id><published>2008-12-11T20:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:11:32.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One-77'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aston Martin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Credit Crinch'/><title type='text'>Fortune Faded</title><summary type='text'>With the current state of the world being, lets just say 'gloomy'. It truly is interesting to just sit back and look at the events unfold. From the predictible stuff such as the retrenchment of staff on a global scale (Sony: 16,000 Jobs, Rio Tinto: 14,000) to the not so Run-of-the-mill. Aston Martin, the supplier of James Bonds speed machines has, in the light of the global credit crunch chosen  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2923134150442970056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=2923134150442970056&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/2923134150442970056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/2923134150442970056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2008/12/crunch-time.html' title='Fortune Faded'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2555141925707766301.post-3473298062190150131</id><published>2008-12-08T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:59:05.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilot</title><summary type='text'>A Blog!!.....not bad eh?. Y'see it just seemed like a fun thing to do and since I'm off and jobless now it seemed like a pretty good time to start.So here Goes...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3473298062190150131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2555141925707766301&amp;postID=3473298062190150131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/3473298062190150131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2555141925707766301/posts/default/3473298062190150131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenthechickendancespoke.blogspot.com/2008/12/pilot.html' title='Pilot'/><author><name>Nabil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
