<?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-15915870</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:20:31.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little miss may</title><subtitle type='html'>it's all about love.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114642824919417462</id><published>2006-05-01T04:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T04:17:29.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>littlemissmay.com</title><summary type='text'>My Darlings,Please come to my new home.http://littlemissmay.com/I will cease to update this blog with any new posts, nor reply the comments here.  Everything new for the month of May!*muah muah muah!*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114642824919417462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114642824919417462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/05/littlemissmaycom.html' title='littlemissmay.com'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114638030576843056</id><published>2006-04-30T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T16:55:51.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pomodoro focaccia</title><summary type='text'>I had bought the Bread Book by Sara Lewis a few weeks ago during an MPH book sale.  Flipping through the pages just makes my mouth water with all those delicious breads, ranging from basic whites, to rustic and flavoured breads, as well as festive ones.  I'd wanted to try something a little different other than the usual loaves I've been making, so after checking out a few options, I settled for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114638030576843056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114638030576843056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/04/pomodoro-focaccia.html' title='pomodoro focaccia'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114624757776731948</id><published>2006-04-28T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T02:06:17.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my friday night dates</title><summary type='text'>Earlier on Friday evening, 7:00 p.m.:Jo Mel: mei meiJo Mel: why are you still here?May: hi dearMay: work! sighJo Mel: shouldnt you be on your way?May: I'm gonna be late for dinner... hehehehJo Mel: aiya...Jo Mel: come quick quickMay: where are you?Jo Mel: i am going you knowMay: u coming to our dinner? YAY!!!!* * *Friday night. What to do, what to do?Meet up with some bloggers for a good time, of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114624757776731948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114624757776731948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-friday-night-dates.html' title='my friday night dates'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114606218525162314</id><published>2006-04-27T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T01:50:06.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chitty-chitty-chat-chat</title><summary type='text'>Online chat is a truly wonderful thing.  Brings people together no matter where they are.  And when you need to tread on thin ice without really confronting the other person, sometimes chat could be a good mediator of sorts.I've been asked a couple of times why I don't initiate chats, and thus might have come across as unfriendly, or a little... how shall I put it... unfriendly.  Ok, I guess </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114606218525162314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114606218525162314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/04/chitty-chitty-chat-chat.html' title='chitty-chitty-chat-chat'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114593015502944671</id><published>2006-04-25T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T09:55:55.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gadget woes</title><summary type='text'>PDA WoesIt's been ages since I last backed up the data on my Palm Tungsten T5.  Granted that I almost never look at or use it, I still had a lot of contact numbers and files transferred over from my previous PDA which I don't have anywhere else.  Ok, so maybe I should do that overdue backup, yes?I finally installed the Palm Desktop onto this new baby Dell; now that I had a faster machine, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114593015502944671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114593015502944671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/04/gadget-woes.html' title='gadget woes'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114578139233194266</id><published>2006-04-23T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T20:56:36.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi hi, sweetie pie!</title><summary type='text'>We have a Double Pie challenge today!Having combed through the Internet for good pie recipes, LB and I just went crazy over two in particular.  Shall we make a sweet dessert pie?  Or a savoury pie?  Oh heck... let's do both!Part I: Apple Crumble PieI found this lovely apple crumble pie recipe from my favourite site, All Recipes.  Hmmm, not too hard to make, just needed the right pie dish and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114578139233194266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114578139233194266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/04/hi-hi-sweetie-pie.html' title='hi hi, sweetie pie!'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114571231749954124</id><published>2006-04-22T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T21:30:30.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a hopeful visit</title><summary type='text'>Wingz and I visited SCB (Lisa) this bright and sunny day, close to 12 noon.  It was quiet on the floor; her father was there earlier, but had stepped out for awhile.Lisa's eyes were slightly opened when we approached her.  With constant, gentle encouragement, she opened her eyes almost halfway, with her pupils focusing on us.  A small tear slid down as we spoke to her at the beginning.  I would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114571231749954124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114571231749954124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/04/hopeful-visit.html' title='a hopeful visit'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114559068929259129</id><published>2006-04-21T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T21:31:17.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just one of those days</title><summary type='text'>How strange could this be?I have no reason to be glum or down in the dumps.  Life's been treating me kind, I have work to keep me busy and pay for my (rather) expensive hobbies and indulgences, friends who pop by my Yahoo window to say hello, drop in a word or in my comments and shout box, a nice comfortable house and bed to go home to.I should be thankful with what I have.  Instead, I'm feeling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114559068929259129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114559068929259129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='just one of those days'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114552934133615280</id><published>2006-04-20T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:36:30.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short takes 20.04.06</title><summary type='text'>This week's been a mixture of emotions and happenings.  It felt kind of disconnected at first, but as the days went by, things are starting to fall into place again.Work has been keeping me busy this week, which is partly why I've not blog-hopped nor posted much this week except for news on SCB.  I think my brain is running dry of topics.  Bummer.  Is there a remedy for this?Speaking of SCB, her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114552934133615280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114552934133615280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/04/short-takes-200406.html' title='short takes 20.04.06'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114535747076419963</id><published>2006-04-18T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T08:42:07.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>record your message for SCB</title><summary type='text'>It's been 10 days since Siao Cha Bor's in a coma.  Although she's now breathing on her own and her condition stable, there is still little improvement since Lin Peh, King's Wife, Zara's Mama and Seng Kor visited her this afternoon.It is said that whilst a person is in coma, he or she could still hear when spoken to.  In SCB's case, she has shown response when someone called out or talked to her.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114535747076419963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114535747076419963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/04/record-your-message-for-scb.html' title='record your message for SCB'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114526269856111588</id><published>2006-04-17T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T17:01:28.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a prayer for a friend</title><summary type='text'>I received this piece of news today:"She is currently in ICU in Gleneagle, Ampang. She collapsed while in Rum Jungle, last Saturday night (8 April 2006). Her current condition is stable, but still in state of coma until today."An update from JoMel later in the evening:"When I saw SCB, she was not hooked onto the ventilator. She was breathing on her own. I was glad when I saw that. Her breathing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114526269856111588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114526269856111588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/04/prayer-for-friend.html' title='a prayer for a friend'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114517836795546514</id><published>2006-04-16T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:00:47.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"pick-me-up" tiramisu!</title><summary type='text'>I've been wanting to make tiramisu for awhile now, but I lacked the one ingredient - these long-shaped biscuits called ladyfingers.  Only a few weeks ago I discovered that they sold it in Chang Thung as well as Yen (the other bake shop on the same row).  Whoppee!  LB's other colleague, Susanna had graciously shared her recipe for authentic Italian tiramisu.  I changed it just a tad here and there</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114517836795546514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114517836795546514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/04/pick-me-up-tiramisu.html' title='&quot;pick-me-up&quot; tiramisu!'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114497963176682595</id><published>2006-04-14T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T09:53:51.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misses</title><summary type='text'>I miss eating ice cream in winter with the wind blowing in my face.I miss not having so many responsibilities.I miss walking around aimlessly in the park, enjoying the sunshine.I miss not having to make so many assumptions.I miss playing the piano.I miss the beach where I watched the seagulls float on the wind.I miss not having to worry so much.I miss receiving letters from the post instead of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114497963176682595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114497963176682595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/04/misses.html' title='misses'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114475243611204424</id><published>2006-04-11T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:54:12.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rock climbing @ camp5</title><summary type='text'>The last time I did any indoor rock climbing, it was for a competition at Summit Climbing Gym to humour my friends (who were the organisers) a couple of years ago.  I haven't been indoors since then, mostly sporadic weekend visits to Batu Caves.  Climbing had really taken a backseat in the last year or so, ever since I took up biking and went for more rides instead.Today, Eric and I decided to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114475243611204424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114475243611204424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/04/rock-climbing-camp5.html' title='rock climbing @ camp5'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114468617427428904</id><published>2006-04-10T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T00:22:54.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>torta cinzia revisited</title><summary type='text'>My curiosity got the better of me.Ok, make that... my anal-ness got the better of me.I just had to try out Torta Cinzia again and see if baking powder (instead of baking soda) would make the difference.And guess what?It did!"Lievito" is baking powder!When baked, the cake rised at it should've, instead of remaining flat like my previous attempt.  It's less compact, more fluff, with just the right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114468617427428904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114468617427428904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/04/torta-cinzia-revisited.html' title='torta cinzia revisited'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114465335700511228</id><published>2006-04-10T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T16:40:23.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"the wild" rojaks movie contest</title><summary type='text'>Hey, Boys and Girls!Want to watch the Premiere of Disney's The Wild?Well well, check out the "The Wild" Rojaks Movie Contest at Rojaks Blog for your chance to win 2 tickets to watch the premiere on Monday, 17 April 2006, 9:50PM show @ TGV Sunway Pyramid.All you have to do is fill in the speech bubble in the picture below, in no more than 30 words.  The best caption of the man's "thought" would be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114465335700511228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114465335700511228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/04/wild-rojaks-movie-contest.html' title='&quot;the wild&quot; rojaks movie contest'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114457348059624214</id><published>2006-04-09T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T18:38:53.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanna sultana cake?</title><summary type='text'>It's bakin' Sunday again!This time it's not a recipe from some Internet repository, book or newspaper clipping.  This one came from LB's colleague, Cinzia who apparently bakes the most delicious cakes.  We decided to try it out - same time, same day, different continent.  With synchronised clocks and prepared ingredients, we set about our cake-a-bake mission.Ready...Set...Go!Torta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114457348059624214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114457348059624214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/04/wanna-sultana-cake_09.html' title='wanna sultana cake?'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114449349392069920</id><published>2006-04-08T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T18:43:24.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a game of literati</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever played Yahoo's Literati before?Back in the old Company, our team of designers, writers and programmers would each work in their own silo, hunched over their PCs, doing their own work.  But wait... what's that lurking in the background on their desktop?  None other than Literati!  Almost every one of them are either playing against one another (usually in groups of 4), or with other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114449349392069920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114449349392069920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/04/game-of-literati.html' title='a game of literati'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114437467828892047</id><published>2006-04-07T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:10:55.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>personals ad &amp; sprüngli</title><summary type='text'>My very eligible cousin is a pilot with MAS.  31 years old, single and available, plays rugby with the Cobras, commendable golfer, great uncle to his naughty nephew, wonderful cousin who spoils "this" cousin (i.e. me).He flies around the Asian and European region quite a bit.  Sometimes he'd pick up some goodies, like those to-crave-for German sausages at one time.  His last stop was at Zurich, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114437467828892047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114437467828892047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/04/personals-ad-sprngli.html' title='personals ad &amp; sprüngli'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114423126544793804</id><published>2006-04-05T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:20:18.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>galleriiizu presents: comm.blk</title><summary type='text'>Hello, Art Lovers!This is a community message brought to you by May, blog owner.  Remember my post back in January about Galleriiizu?  They are running an exhibition this month called COMM.BLK, an installation by Frank Woo.Please do read on, and pay the exhibition a visit when you have the time.  Happy browsing!Note: Apologies to my regular stalkers, normal transmission will resume in a couple of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114423126544793804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114423126544793804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/04/galleriiizu-presents-commblk.html' title='galleriiizu presents: comm.blk'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114411401856773259</id><published>2006-04-04T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T09:26:58.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lunchbox of friends</title><summary type='text'>I'm guilty of compartmentalising people.You know, the art of putting the people you meet into neat little segmented classification of family, friends, colleagues, acquaintances, and strangers.  Almost like putting different kinds of food into a lunchbox so you'd have a mix of goodies, but neatly separated in their wrappers, containers and such.But oh no, it doesn't stop there.I mean, it's easy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114411401856773259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114411401856773259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/04/lunchbox-of-friends.html' title='the lunchbox of friends'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114402835199480011</id><published>2006-04-03T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T09:39:12.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the filler post</title><summary type='text'>Hmmm.Can you believe it?I have a case of writer's block!I was thinking about what to write over the weekend, but it's been such a lovely, lazy one, I didn't quite get around to figuring out what to post.  How now?Since I took Friday off, weekend was sort of unusually long for me.  I wouldn't mind another dose of it, just ambling time away without hurrying.  A bit of gym, some baking, yoga on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114402835199480011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114402835199480011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/04/filler-post.html' title='the filler post'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114380056129450197</id><published>2006-03-31T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T18:22:41.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not-so-thin almonds</title><summary type='text'>It's little May's day off!I decided to take today off to just laze around, without much plan in mind.  It's been awhile since I've had some time out during a work day, and it feels kinda cool, with no worries in mind!  Aren't you jealous? *Grin*!Went to the gym in the morning for a quick workout.  I've not been consistently going, perhaps just once a week the past few weeks due to morning </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114380056129450197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114380056129450197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/03/not-so-thin-almonds.html' title='not-so-thin almonds'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114361401483957829</id><published>2006-03-29T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T17:22:06.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>icky green globs</title><summary type='text'>Isn't it just typical of me to fall ill after a "holiday" away from Blogland?Since last Friday night's yummy-licious dinner of black pepper lala with beehoon and steamed fish with garlic among other dishes, my throat had decided to retaliate the burning torture of spicy peppers and chillies by giving me a dish of its own.Icky green globs.You know, the kind that looks like Calvin's (of Calvin &amp; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114361401483957829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114361401483957829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/03/icky-green-globs.html' title='icky green globs'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114348145722941045</id><published>2006-03-28T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T01:44:17.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the great escape</title><summary type='text'>WARNING!There is no evidence whatsoever that what you are about to read is in any way true or false.   This blog does not authenticate or support the report submitted by the reporter, and is simply a vessel in bringing the latest feed to your doorstep.  Reader's discretion is advised and at own risk.  An itch or two might occur.* * *This is an exclusive interview by Bloggarella Barbie, renown </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114348145722941045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114348145722941045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/03/great-escape.html' title='the great escape'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114328238328078765</id><published>2006-03-26T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T22:32:42.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quis ut deus</title><summary type='text'> Sweetest Sin tagged L B about schools.Those schoolboy days of.. time tables, school buses, schoolgirls, textbooks, slide rules, rubbers, school badges, dissecting frogs, hair spot checks, chapel, cramming for exams, Negara-Ku national anthem, Sports days, acne, extra-curricular activities, Pythogoras' theorems, e=mc2, homework, detention, Showaddywaddy, dormitories, bed-sits, thesis, field trips</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114328238328078765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114328238328078765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/03/quis-ut-deus.html' title='quis ut deus'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114295581701333097</id><published>2006-03-21T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T23:43:37.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new toy! new toy! yay-hooray!</title><summary type='text'>Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh!!!Guess what, guess what, guess what?After months of hinting (ok, more like downright complaining) about my slow, ancient Dell 12" screen laptop which was crawling like a snail, with applications crashing now and then - definitely not more than 5 in a row otherwise it'll just die - the Company finally presented to me a shiny, spankin' new toy!May I present...The Dell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114295581701333097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114295581701333097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-toy-new-toy-yay-hooray.html' title='new toy! new toy! yay-hooray!'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114287263185957692</id><published>2006-03-20T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T00:37:11.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short takes 20.03.06</title><summary type='text'>I was in the mood for some oldies today.  The Platters' Smoke Gets In Your Eyes is playing on my iPod as I type.I realised I have iJun's meme to complete.  It's a rather long one, I'll save that up for later this week.  Happy Birthday, korkor.  Did you have a good time?My ex called me up today to say hi.  He sounded well.  He might be going to Japan on holiday soon to be with his other half.  I'm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114287263185957692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114287263185957692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/03/short-takes-200306.html' title='short takes 20.03.06'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114278282001886732</id><published>2006-03-19T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T23:40:20.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diamonds are forever!</title><summary type='text'>fatt-hau (fät hou)v.To act of preening oneself to look good, which would not happen ordinarily, e.g. highlighting one's hair, or perming one's eyelashes.A manner or method of doing something that gives the impression of wanting to be trendy, e.g. changing blog templates every once so often.Another, milder variation of "kiasu", but in relation to trendiness.For the benefit of Simple American, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114278282001886732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114278282001886732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/03/diamonds-are-forever.html' title='diamonds are forever!'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114267569032635283</id><published>2006-03-18T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T17:54:52.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cinnamon bread</title><summary type='text'>While you were sleeping...I went out with mum today to Chan Tung and picked up a few baking needs.  She wanted to buy butter and a pre-packed orange &amp; poppy seed muffin mix.  Chan Tung stocks heaps of the Red Man ready mixes, from chocolate sponge cake to crumbly chocolate cookies.  I suddenly remembered that I too had bought a Red Man Cinnamon Bread Mix from them a couple of weeks ago.  It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114267569032635283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114267569032635283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/03/cinnamon-bread.html' title='cinnamon bread'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114253116432359766</id><published>2006-03-17T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T09:38:26.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>masquerade unmasked</title><summary type='text'>6:31 p.m. and I was stuck outside my office, trying to make the U-turn at the traffic lights in heavy downpour.  The lights weren't working, the drivers weren't giving way to one another.  Yes, typical Malaysian kiasu-ness.Needless to say, I was going to be late for the bloggers' meet in KL, happening in just half an hour's time.  I arrived outside the building about 7:40 p.m. and received a text</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114253116432359766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114253116432359766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/03/masquerade-unmasked.html' title='masquerade unmasked'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114238295948443834</id><published>2006-03-15T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T08:35:59.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10-in-1 blind date</title><summary type='text'>I've never been out on a blind date before.And tomorrow night, I'll be dating 10 people all at once.  Or is it 11?  I've lost count.  Oh hang on, I'm the 11th.  D'oh!Yes, it's the unofficial bloggers' meet in KL.  And I'm as nervous as a little girl on her first day at school.How do you prepare for your first blind date?What should I say?Would I be recognised?Oh... that's a bit silly.  Everyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114238295948443834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114238295948443834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/03/10-in-1-blind-date.html' title='10-in-1 blind date'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114226434713351400</id><published>2006-03-13T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:39:07.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i so the fatt-hau</title><summary type='text'>Oh, what has got into me?I can't believe I actually took photos of my coloured hair to show it off to you!I definitely have moved up a couple more notches up the fatt-hau ladder.  Am I nearly at the top yet?My colleague, Christine had hers done over the weekend too, in bold reds.  Looks really chic (yes girl, much better than the blonde do).  So yea, Julie offered to take a picture of us with her</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114226434713351400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114226434713351400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-so-fatt-hau.html' title='i so the fatt-hau'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114217686762783541</id><published>2006-03-12T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T08:50:39.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>biking baking brunette, baby!</title><summary type='text'>Busy, busy, busy Sunday! Was up, out and about for most of the time since 9:15 a.m., and now it's almost 11:00 p.m. Time to take stock of today's activities.Biking @ Ulu YamBiking seems to have become a monthly (or longer) affair for me now. We went for a 15km ride this morning, which took us about 2.5 hours. We've done this Ulu Yam route before during a bike hash some months ago.This time around</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114217686762783541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114217686762783541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/03/biking-baking-brunette-baby.html' title='biking baking brunette, baby!'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114195561911173692</id><published>2006-03-10T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T11:16:37.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of drugs and defence</title><summary type='text'>of Drugs...Yesterday morning I woke up with sharp pains in my tummy every once in awhile. It was a case of indigestion, said the doctor. Strange, I don't usually get this. In fact, I don't get this at all, except maybe once in a blue moon and they're mostly easily solved with lots of water. Not in this case, I suppose.I decided to leave work early - around 3-ish in the afternoon - and get some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114195561911173692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114195561911173692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/03/of-drugs-and-defence.html' title='of drugs and defence'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114186139523180148</id><published>2006-03-09T07:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T10:10:18.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>old dog, new tricks</title><summary type='text'>So, ok.It all started last Friday night, after a couple of drinks (my soda was without alcohol, but it was still a drink) with my colleagues, my Biz &amp; Client Services Director Magda commented to me, "You know, you should think about doing a bit of strategy. I mean, you're doing PM work yet you're also doing well in contributing ideas during our brainstorm sessions, perhaps you might want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114186139523180148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114186139523180148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/03/old-dog-new-tricks.html' title='old dog, new tricks'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114166305651922689</id><published>2006-03-07T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T00:37:36.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short takes 07.03.06</title><summary type='text'>My body has a knack of convincing my brain that 1/2 hour more of sleep is better than waking up for an early-morning gym session.  I have a feeing that tomorrow morning's going to be one of those times.I've downloaded so many movies and TV series, it's beginning to crowd my hard-disk drive. Crazy. Thank goodness it has a pretty big capacity.Remember to put air in your spare tyre every once in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114166305651922689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114166305651922689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/03/short-takes-070306.html' title='short takes 07.03.06'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114155272190371938</id><published>2006-03-05T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T17:58:44.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they don't look like muffins but...</title><summary type='text'>I went looking for the Muffin Man again today. Decided to go with something a little different - no chocolate, no blueberry, no banana - but with apples this time around. I spied this recipe for Fresh Apple Muffins on Recipe Source, thought I'd try it out.  So here goes...INGREDIENTS:3 apples (Granny Smith) peeled, cored and cut in small pieces1 cup sugar1 cup all-purpose flour1 cup whole wheat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114155272190371938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114155272190371938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/03/they-dont-look-like-muffins-but.html' title='they don&apos;t look like muffins but...'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114146475981453197</id><published>2006-03-04T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T17:32:40.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as i move along</title><summary type='text'>Less pubs and discos.More cafes.Less whiskey and vodka.More wine.Less TV.More movies.Less running.More yoga.Less solution.More contemplation.Less competition.More collaboration.Less caffeine.More water.Less wants.More needs.Less talking.More listening.Less complications.More simplicity.Less crowds.More friends.Less grudges.More forgiveness.Less battles.More peace.Less me.More we.Technorati: life,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114146475981453197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114146475981453197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-i-move-along.html' title='as i move along'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114131387527043327</id><published>2006-03-02T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T14:55:57.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lin dynasty chapter 11</title><summary type='text'>Honourable Mr. Sextary of Pukilitzer Prize Award a.k.a. LB a.k.a. Sek Pau Mou Yeh Chou passed the Lin Dynasty baton to me. Shocker of all shockers, I never thought I'd get it! My worst fear (and best glee) had arrived at my doorstep.These are the Rules.Chapter 1 - Lin PehChapter 2 - PJChapter 3 - Lilian (password: chapter3)Chapter 4 - Cocka DoodleChapter 5 - Ah PekChapter 6 - HelenChapter 7 - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114131387527043327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114131387527043327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/03/lin-dynasty-chapter-11.html' title='lin dynasty chapter 11'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114120459196615162</id><published>2006-03-01T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T17:16:31.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whaddya mean, a ticket?</title><summary type='text'>Little Miss May is not squeaky clean anymore.She got a ticket today.For not parking in the proper parking lot."But the boss said it was ok to park right in front of the building! It's a shopping mall, for cryin' out loud. He parks there himself all the time. And so do other people... look at them lined up at the curb!"Nope... not according to Majlis Perbandaran Klang (Klang Municiple Council)."I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114120459196615162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114120459196615162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/03/whaddya-mean-ticket.html' title='whaddya mean, a ticket?'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114106185063150850</id><published>2006-02-27T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T01:37:30.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>achy breaky parts</title><summary type='text'>After 4 months of infrequent gym visits and pigging out (in addition to wallowing in self-pity every few days), I've been slowly getting back into the routine of early morning workouts at the gym. I still can't do my 5km under 40 minutes, it takes me an hour these days. In time, I guess. Or maybe I'll just stick to a 10-minute jog each time and move on to another discipline like rowing or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114106185063150850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114106185063150850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/02/achy-breaky-parts.html' title='achy breaky parts'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114096829038139113</id><published>2006-02-26T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T23:38:10.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>el cerdo</title><summary type='text'>Before I begin, I must apologise to my Muslim readers, this is going to be a non-halal post. And to my vegetarian readers too. Minta maaf, ya.For the rest, let me tell you about El Cerdo."Come join us for porkies on Saturday night!" invited Serena.Porkies?Ok, I'm game for a little pork for dinner.We met up with a few other friends at El Cerdo (which means "the pig" in Spanish). I didn't know what</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114096829038139113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114096829038139113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/02/el-cerdo.html' title='el cerdo'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114086505122107979</id><published>2006-02-25T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T19:09:26.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lemon poppy seed muffins</title><summary type='text'>Do you know the Muffin Man, the Muffin Man, the Muffin ManO do you know the Muffin Man who lives in Drury Lane?Baker May strikes again! I bought these pack of poppy seeds awhile back, thinking I could bake some bagels and use these seeds as a garnish. I didn't have much time to spend on baking today, and bagels take at least 3 hours to get done. Well then, what else could I do with poppy seeds?I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114086505122107979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114086505122107979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/02/lemon-poppy-seed-muffins.html' title='lemon poppy seed muffins'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114079486507561309</id><published>2006-02-24T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T23:27:45.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost famous</title><summary type='text'>Simple American made his first tag on me with this meme.Here is how the meme works. Let’s say you are in an alternate universe. One almost exactly like this one, except perhaps you NEVER ever met your significant other. You are a single guy or gal without a any current relationship, and you have just published a New York Times bestseller. A movie studio brought you to Hollywood to talk about a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114079486507561309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114079486507561309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/02/almost-famous.html' title='almost famous'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114070887679149522</id><published>2006-02-23T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T23:47:15.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the highs and lows</title><summary type='text'>The HighsThey say that by exercising, the body produces endorphins, which are like painkillers, thus "numbing" the brain, and gives the exerciser a natural high. This in turn has the effects of a general boost in mood and happiness.The right kind of music could elevate one's mood.  No need for any kind of research for everyone to agree on this fact.Current research indicates that chocolate is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114070887679149522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114070887679149522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/02/highs-and-lows_23.html' title='the highs and lows'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114060195782114698</id><published>2006-02-22T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T17:52:42.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all hail the tooth</title><summary type='text'>Woo-hoo!After much uninstalling, reinstalling, restarting and configuring the settings on BlueSoleil as well as the latest version of the Nokia PC Suite (V6.7), I finally have connection between my phone and my laptop, thanks to a very patient, very far away iJun via instant messenger.I am humbled by his step-by-step analysis of the problem at hand, trying everything possible and making it work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114060195782114698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114060195782114698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-hail-tooth.html' title='all hail the tooth'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114050385482756516</id><published>2006-02-21T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T14:37:34.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where's my tooth?</title><summary type='text'>I recently bought over iJun's less than 1-year old Nokia 6230i to replace my working-but-getting-cranky Nokia 8250 (nicknamed the Butterfly phone with the first blue screen). It has pretty nifty functions - 1.3megapixel camera, bluetooth, IR, radio, oh all those things that they've built inside but I probably wouldn't use 80% of the time.Eager to do some file transfers like photos and cute </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114050385482756516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114050385482756516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/02/wheres-my-tooth.html' title='where&apos;s my tooth?'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114035409707538792</id><published>2006-02-19T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T21:03:05.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unanswered questions part IV</title><summary type='text'>Here's the fourth and final set of answers to......questions from Jane Sunshine:1. What is your one biggest indulgence and why?I have quite few moderate indulgences, not quite one that's absolutely the biggest. I'll name 5:- Coffee (I absolutely love the bittersweet taste, with sugar &amp; milk of course.)- Shoes (I can always wear them even if I've put on weight, unlike clothes! I just bought a pair</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114035409707538792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114035409707538792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/02/unanswered-questions-part-iv.html' title='unanswered questions part IV'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114031810620580570</id><published>2006-02-19T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:57:53.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unanswered questions part III</title><summary type='text'>Here's the third set of answers to......questions from Nine3Nine4:Why 9394 call you SW?Because 9394 thinks I climb the rocks the way Spider-Man goes up the walls. And since I'm not a man, I'd have to be called Spider-Woman (SW, lah)!Why Rock Climbing?I never thought I'd go into rock climbing as a sport about 10 years ago. It wasn't until this guy, whom I dated for a couple of months in Uni, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114031810620580570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114031810620580570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/02/unanswered-questions-part-iii.html' title='unanswered questions part III'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114024211066604192</id><published>2006-02-18T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T10:48:22.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unanswered questions part II</title><summary type='text'>Here's the second set of answers to......questions from Fantasyflier:What are the top five countries you’ve visited?I haven't been to many places, to be honest. If it were countries, then it'd be Australia, England, Singapore, Hong Kong, China. As for cities or towns, then it would be Kuala Lumpur (I think it deserves a spot here!), Sydney, London, Singapore, Manila.What's your favourite place to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114024211066604192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114024211066604192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/02/unanswered-questions-part-ii.html' title='unanswered questions part II'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114020217913057859</id><published>2006-02-18T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T03:12:03.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unanswered questions part I</title><summary type='text'>Here's the first set of answers to......questions from LB:Do you own your own car?Yes, a Kancil 850.  Very light lilac colour.  Old but zippy.What's your fave dish?I have quite a few favourites, really depending on what my appetite calls for. Since the question came from you, I immediately thought of "har kau"! I love the ones they serve in the Chinese restaurants in Sydney's Chinatown.Do you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114020217913057859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114020217913057859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/02/unanswered-questions-part-i.html' title='unanswered questions part I'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114017972002980397</id><published>2006-02-17T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T20:35:20.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>q &amp; a</title><summary type='text'>Ask me (almost) anything*.Q &amp; A will be updated to this post a couple of times a day.If I get enough questions, that is...* All questions would have to be PG-rated (or close enough). I'll try to answer them as honestly as possible, however if they are in any way too sensitive or inappropriate, it'll be my discretion not to reply.  Be nice, now...Technorati: personal</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114017972002980397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114017972002980397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/02/q.html' title='q &amp; a'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-114006194722144463</id><published>2006-02-16T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T11:52:28.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>old is gold</title><summary type='text'>Busy, busy, busy!That's my week at work.  I haven't had much time to really mull on what to write, so here's a filler post, sort of.  Tagged by Selba, it's (almost) quite easy... Oh hang on, I still need to dig my 1980s and 1990s memory bank for the answers! And because I'm such an old fogy, I've named more than just 1 for some of them... ha-ha!Name a(n)...1. Actor of the Old Days that you missed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114006194722144463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/114006194722144463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/02/old-is-gold.html' title='old is gold'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113984969501430073</id><published>2006-02-14T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T01:27:50.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cupid's theme</title><summary type='text'>But of course I'll post about love songs on Valentine's Day!Despite it being one of the most overrated and overpriced days of the year, there's still a bit of novelty in it. Nevermind if the roses cost RM10 per stalk, or if dinner for two is more than what would've been enough to feed a table of 6. It's still a great excuse to show the utmost appreciation to your beloved, be it a single bud or an</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113984969501430073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113984969501430073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/02/cupids-theme.html' title='cupid&apos;s theme'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113975605803198690</id><published>2006-02-12T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:56:46.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bread ala jamie oliver style</title><summary type='text'>Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh!From the moment I read Jamie Oliver's recipe on banana and honey bread, and looked at that scrumptious, tantalising picture of his creation, I've been drooling non-stop and itching to try out the recipe. Despite having to work in the morning, I was still gung-ho in getting my hands and elbows dusted with flour.It starts off with his basic bread recipe, and with a bit of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113975605803198690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113975605803198690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/02/bread-ala-jamie-oliver-style.html' title='bread ala jamie oliver style'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113962516150029388</id><published>2006-02-11T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T11:26:12.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my morning indulgence</title><summary type='text'>Humph.Had to come into work this morning. On a Saturday! You and me both, FantasyFlier. Since it doesn't happen very often, I don't quite mind, but I still could've caught another hour of sleep, laze around in bed for awhile, checked what's on telly a towards mid-morning, maybe go shopping later...Humph.Luckily I had good coffee stashed in my drawer for those grumpy mornings.Now this...Is my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113962516150029388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113962516150029388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-morning-indulgence.html' title='my morning indulgence'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113949565944383679</id><published>2006-02-09T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T01:02:55.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best heartbreak song goes to...</title><summary type='text'>There've been a lot of lovey dovey songs posted out there to set the Valentine's Day mood. But wait... what about the broken-hearted? The jilted? The dumped?No worries, honey. There are all those sad, heartache, love lost, miserable songs we oh-so-love to hear when we're feeling the blues.Funny how when we're down and out, we seem to listen to more sad songs about breakups and anguish to help </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113949565944383679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113949565944383679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/02/best-heartbreak-song-goes-to.html' title='the best heartbreak song goes to...'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113936541087876282</id><published>2006-02-08T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:47:54.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good is good</title><summary type='text'>I'm sure most of you would've read about Sheryl Crow's break up with cyclist Lance Armstrong just last week. I'm a fan of both. Good things do come to an end.Back in November 2005 I went to Crow's concert with iJun. It was absolutely fantastic, considering I haven't been to a concert in the longest time - oh wait, there was Sting mid last year too - and if I wasn't much of a fan before that, I am</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113936541087876282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113936541087876282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/02/good-is-good.html' title='good is good'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113924262937752948</id><published>2006-02-06T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T10:04:08.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet the "family"</title><summary type='text'>Oh, wot the heck.If LB, FantasyFlier, JoMel and Selba could show off their softer sides (literally), I think my scruffies deserve a post all for themselves too.Ok.This is Pooch.  Say hello, Pooch.  *arf!*He's been with me for the past... (counting)... 9 years. I knew I had to adopt him the moment I laid eyes on the darling canine in Granny May's (yes, there's such a store!) where I was working as</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113924262937752948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113924262937752948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/02/meet-family.html' title='meet the &quot;family&quot;'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113913861508927041</id><published>2006-02-05T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T19:23:35.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>curse of the english scones</title><summary type='text'>After many days of eating Chinese food at every home and restaurant, I decided to add a little balance of good old English scones back to my diet. Since I had an unsuccessful attempt the last time making traditional sussex scones, I decided to leave out the raisins this round and just make plain ones.The recipe offered by My House and Garden on Buttermilk Scones looked easy enough. You could use </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113913861508927041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113913861508927041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/02/curse-of-english-scones.html' title='curse of the english scones'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113915696626265624</id><published>2006-02-04T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T00:29:32.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bimbo went biking @ rawang</title><summary type='text'>Activity: off-road bikingPlace: Some palm estate close to the Rawang toll exitTemperature: a scorching 36 degrees C (felt more like 40!)Since last Friday, the email had gone out to the so-called "clan of the cranking cruisers", or C3, this name Eric had given to us straggling bikers. Today we had planned to ride on this trail they'd gone the week before CNY on a bike hash, which I'd decline due </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113915696626265624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113915696626265624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/02/bimbo-went-biking-rawang.html' title='bimbo went biking @ rawang'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113890021592250231</id><published>2006-02-02T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T01:10:16.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gin rummy, the chinese version</title><summary type='text'>For the past three nights, about 2 to 3 hours each night, I've been indulging in the age-old Chinese game of skill, intelligence, calculation and luck. Yup yup, I've been playing MAHJONG!PONG!!!(Getting three cards of the same pattern and number; getting the third card by taking another person's discarded piece, with two pieces already at hand)I recall the days when I was a little girl, I always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113890021592250231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113890021592250231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/02/gin-rummy-chinese-version.html' title='gin rummy, the chinese version'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113879328590817608</id><published>2006-02-01T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T02:09:10.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a tale of two stories</title><summary type='text'>Oh, a lovely movie day.  I had the pleasure of my friend, Ganesh's company in watching Memoirs of a Geisha. Having barely finished the last few pages of the book just this morning, I was eager to watch it on the big screen. Since the reviews of the movie weren't so great, I was prepared to not have high hopes of a great production, despite the many known actors who are in it.After 2 hours in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113879328590817608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113879328590817608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/02/tale-of-two-stories.html' title='a tale of two stories'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113869838428434913</id><published>2006-01-31T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T19:35:39.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ah, back on the rocks again!</title><summary type='text'>After 4 months hibernating due to monsoon season, today was the first day back out on the rocks. Eric text me yesterday afternoon - "Shall we go climbing?" The dry season's back, the rocks are in shade at this time of the year... hell, yeah! Let's go climbing!I've been rock climbing a good 9 years already. Started out after completing university in Sydney, took up climbing with the persuasion of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113869838428434913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113869838428434913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/ah-back-on-rocks-again.html' title='ah, back on the rocks again!'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113855339195666263</id><published>2006-01-30T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:07:01.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminiscence</title><summary type='text'>The first day of Chinese New Year had just ended slightly more than half an hour ago. My relatives are here again; I can hear the chatter in the hall and the excited cries over a card game in the dining room. My 2 nephews are squealing with laughter, playing with these soft toy balls. The TV is tuned to a football match.Yet despite the din below, it seems quieter this CNY, somehow. I can't help </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113855339195666263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113855339195666263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/reminiscence.html' title='reminiscence'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113853634088597121</id><published>2006-01-29T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T20:05:40.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a plea</title><summary type='text'>Please.Leave me alone.What have I ever done to you?Why are you telling everyone lies?I really have nothing to do with you.You've done this more than once.I've not done a single thing to retaliate.Yet you keep doing it.It's so degenerating.It's uncalled for.Why are you doing this?Please.Please.Leave me alone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113853634088597121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113853634088597121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/plea.html' title='a plea'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113851597470660371</id><published>2006-01-29T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T17:50:45.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>portraits of a four-legged hao-poh</title><summary type='text'>Guess who came to visit us on the first day of Chinese New Year? My aunt's dog, Punky! She's such an adorable little mutt of mixed Pekinese Shih Tzu and Daschund parentage. Since it's the Year of the Dog, thought it befitting to grace my site today with our four-legged little friend.introducing hao-poh, Miss Punkythe face of an adorable little muttand this is why she's called Punky!"scratch my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113851597470660371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113851597470660371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/portraits-of-four-legged-hao-poh.html' title='portraits of a four-legged hao-poh'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113846497715511804</id><published>2006-01-28T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T17:56:18.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the reunion dinner</title><summary type='text'>Hello, my dears! Time to wind down and relax after a heavy spread. Thought I'd share some yummy photos of what we tucked into. Let's see, what did we have for our reunion dinner?the spread on the tablesambal prawnsturnip in foo chook rollsacar!stir-fried vegetablesstrips of abalone mushrooms with baby chinese cabbageMy family seems to love chicken.  We had...curry chicken &amp; potatoes...chinese </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113846497715511804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113846497715511804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/reunion-dinner.html' title='the reunion dinner'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113844654510699280</id><published>2006-01-28T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T19:09:06.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the eve of the lunar new year</title><summary type='text'>Despite today being the eve of Chinese New Year, we seem to be slightly less busy than before. My brothers and I accompanied Mum to Jaya Jusco earlier this morning to buy a box of yee sang for tonight's reunion dinner. It's so convenient these days - all prepacked and ready to go, just add fish. They also had varieties that came with slices of salmon, but that was RM10 extra which wasn't quite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113844654510699280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113844654510699280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/eve-of-lunar-new-year.html' title='the eve of the lunar new year'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113833061374406449</id><published>2006-01-27T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T13:47:47.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the man behind galleriiizu</title><summary type='text'>I had the pleasure of visiting the owner of galleriiizu a couple of nights ago. Izuldin Hani, or better known as just Izu, has been in the gallery scene since 1998; his patrons and friends would remember him having his gallery in Bukit Tunku, Kuala Lumpur a couple of years back (and before that, Bukit Antarabangsa and Titiwangsa). Now, galleriiizu occupies a space at UOA Centre, Jalan Pinang. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113833061374406449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113833061374406449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/man-behind-galleriiizu.html' title='the man behind galleriiizu'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113820755809266606</id><published>2006-01-26T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:46:02.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knocking down these walls</title><summary type='text'>Do you have walls?I do.Plenty of them.Miles high.When I read this postcard on PostSecret, I wondered about my walls.There's a pretty good bricklayer that lives in me. She's a patient worker; painstakingly slapping cement between blocks of special bricks that create a nice illusion of a healthy, happy person on the outside, whilst keeping the gloom on the inside. These walls fiercely protect my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113820755809266606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113820755809266606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/knocking-down-these-walls.html' title='knocking down these walls'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113803398882101142</id><published>2006-01-24T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T01:46:45.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 x 2 = 4</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to LB and Poison, I've been tagged twice on this meme.  Double whammy!  I guess there's no escaping now.4 Jobs I've Had In My Life- sales assistant, after secondary school- Tumble Tots trainer, before I started tertiary education- IT auditor with a (then) big-5 firm, my first "real" job- project manager, currently4 Movies I Could Watch Over and Over (what, only 4??)- old musicals like My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113803398882101142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113803398882101142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/2-x-2-4.html' title='2 x 2 = 4'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113800773878920315</id><published>2006-01-23T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T17:15:41.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sing along now, children...</title><summary type='text'>Very rarely do I put up two posts on the same day, however I thought this was worth the trouble... ahem! (and because I'm one of the contributors, ha-ha!)Check out Tok3Tok4 for the "World Premier of Cha Cha Guo Xin Nian!"  Thanks very much to Lin Peh's hard work in producing a great CNY piece.You can also download the original copy of Cha Cha Guo Xin Nian here and here, thanks to 5xmom and GB </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113800773878920315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113800773878920315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/sing-along-now-children.html' title='sing along now, children...'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113794287323862816</id><published>2006-01-23T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T00:08:50.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>traditional sussex scones</title><summary type='text'>The baking bug bit me at 9PM this evening. I'd wanted to skip a day without flour on my nose and butter on my fingers, but the weekend just seemed a little incomplete without something fresh and fragrant from the oven.I opted for an easy recipe, something that'll have the least ingredients yet more unusual than just plain butter cake. I suddenly had a craving for scones, and checked it out on the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113794287323862816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113794287323862816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/traditional-sussex-scones.html' title='traditional sussex scones'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113792871748043064</id><published>2006-01-22T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T19:30:33.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lion, the house &amp; the underwear</title><summary type='text'>Today was last-minute-shopping day. Well, not really last-minute, but it was the last opportunity to go down to KLCC with my family for a little spree before the CNY weekend arrives.We had the pleasure of witnessing a lion dance at midday at the concourse area. Every floor was packed with spectators, all eyes eagerly peering down at the lowest level. There wasn't a spot at the railing left, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113792871748043064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113792871748043064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/lion-house-underwear.html' title='the lion, the house &amp; the underwear'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113781405379387858</id><published>2006-01-21T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T11:27:33.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mind is willing, flesh is weak</title><summary type='text'>The last weekend before Chinese New Year arrives.  I need toClean my room.Launder the sheets.Change my toothbrush.Throw out the garbage.Sort out my finances.Get rid of old shoes.Pack away clothing for donation.Wash the car.Vacuum the carpets &amp; upholstery inside.Store away unused bags.Bake the last batch of cookies.Send out e-greetings.Withdraw money for mum.Sweep the floor.Wipe down the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113781405379387858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113781405379387858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/mind-is-willing-flesh-is-weak.html' title='mind is willing, flesh is weak'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113768596888756661</id><published>2006-01-20T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T00:07:40.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of blowjobs and robots</title><summary type='text'>I got tagged (again) by velverse (again). Initially I thought I'd skip this tag if it were another one of those "lists" that I've done twice now. But wait... what's this? A word challenge? Now, this is a different kind of tag. Heck, I don't mind doing it. Kinda keeps the mind ticking, eh?The rules:The unfortunately tagged have to write an entry of between 100-200 words, with these words included </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113768596888756661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113768596888756661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/of-blowjobs-and-robots.html' title='of blowjobs and robots'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113763318529832327</id><published>2006-01-19T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T09:22:52.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>de-lurkers, say hello!</title><summary type='text'>I stumbled upon something called 'National De-Lurker Week' on 5xmom's blog, who stumbled upon it from some other foreign blogs. Hmmm, I didn't know there was such a thing. Did it start this week? Or was it carried on from last week? Oh well, doesn't matter.I'll declare this week 'National De-Lurker Week' for the stalker gang. Oh, and for anyone who reads this blog too. It'd be nice if you came </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113763318529832327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113763318529832327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/de-lurkers-say-hello.html' title='de-lurkers, say hello!'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113755241342743468</id><published>2006-01-18T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T12:15:18.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream a little dream</title><summary type='text'>Dreams, in Sigmund Freud's view (The Interpretation of Dreams, 1899), were all forms of "wish-fulfilment" - attempts by the unconscious to resolve a conflict of some sort, whether something recent or something from the recesses of the past.I had an uneasy dream yesterday morning, just half an hour before my alarm rang. There were 2 men who were trying to get through the opened gates of my house, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113755241342743468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113755241342743468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/dream-little-dream.html' title='dream a little dream'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113742536251815798</id><published>2006-01-16T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:29:26.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exterior, interior</title><summary type='text'>When you look at me, what do you see?Pleasant,organised,dependable,loyal.What am I on the inside, really?Confused,emotional,vulnerable,lost.Don't mind me, I'm in a dazed state right now.Technorati: melancholy, personal</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113742536251815798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113742536251815798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/exterior-interior.html' title='exterior, interior'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113734403496008029</id><published>2006-01-15T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T00:56:49.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lala and carrots</title><summary type='text'>It's my brother's birthday tomorrow, but we decided to celebrate a day early since it's Sunday and everyone is around for dinner. Today's venue: La-La Chong Seafood Restaurant at Terminal 3, Subang. To get there, drive along the old Subang Airport road till you hit Terminal 3 on your left. At the traffic rights just after the terminal, turn right. La-La Chong is on the left with a brightly lit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113734403496008029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113734403496008029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/lala-and-carrots.html' title='lala and carrots'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113723437443889774</id><published>2006-01-14T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T18:26:17.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a scene from satc</title><summary type='text'>I've never been to the Coffee Bean &amp; Tea Leaf cafe at 10AM before. My girl friends and I wanted one last meet before Cheryl had to fly off to London in a couple of days, and Jaclyn was back from Taiwan but will be gone again in April. Jo and I met up with the girls at the Sri Hartamas outlet.When I arrived, Cheryl was already tucking into their tuna pasta. I had the Big-O Breakie (I think that's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113723437443889774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113723437443889774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/scene-from-satc.html' title='a scene from satc'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113711649508928923</id><published>2006-01-13T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T09:41:36.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short takes 13.01.06</title><summary type='text'>My mind's a little lost today.  I'm relieved the weekend has arrived; I don't have to think so much.I installed Yahoo Widgets on my laptop a couple of days ago, but my Yahoo and MSN Messenger services went kaput, and everything slowed down. I had to uninstall and continue my technical life's existence without the Widgets for now. Yes LB, I need a Mac.Yet another bad driver on the road today </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113711649508928923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113711649508928923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/short-takes-130106.html' title='short takes 13.01.06'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113697827123267771</id><published>2006-01-11T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T19:17:51.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me-me-me-me-me</title><summary type='text'>Meme time!  Velverse tagged me this time, I suppose it's payback for my tagging her previously.  Not a very long one... *phew*!So...What are the 5 weird little secrets about myself?Weirdo #1:I talk to myself. Quite often. Eeks! I even do a rolling Q&amp;A when I'm analysing a situation, or deciding whether to buy things like:"Do you really need this?""Well, it looks like a nifty gadget...""But it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113697827123267771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113697827123267771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/me-me-me-me-me.html' title='me-me-me-me-me'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113690139925537278</id><published>2006-01-10T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T22:06:37.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girls' day out</title><summary type='text'>Today is Hari Raya Qurban (Selamat Eid ul-Adha, dear friends!), and thus a public holiday for Malaysia. I spent some time catching up with a couple of close girlfriends whom I've known for at least 8 years... Wow, has it been that long? We started out as colleagues in an accounting firm, then one by one we moved on to do different things. Despite the different paths we've taken, we still enjoy an</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113690139925537278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113690139925537278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/girls-day-out.html' title='girls&apos; day out'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113682111768616778</id><published>2006-01-09T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:41:26.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>postal (dis)service</title><summary type='text'>Pos Malaysia.  Does that name make you shudder?  It does for me.  Let me relate.I went to the USJ post office branch at Giant slightly after 12 noon, just before the lunch crowd came in hordes to do their postal business. I had a parcel to send overseas, and not trusting snail mail to get it to its destination safely, I thought I'd try out their PosLaju service instead.For a first-time parcel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113682111768616778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113682111768616778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/postal-disservice.html' title='postal (dis)service'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113673576246103231</id><published>2006-01-08T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T23:56:02.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken biscuit no chicken</title><summary type='text'>Ever wondered what's in a Kampar Chicken Biscuit? I'm too lazy to do a search on it, but if I remember correctly it definitely contained some animal fat, thus the chewy texture. And it's non-halal too, kan?Well, a few years ago I visited an aunt for Chinese New Year (well, not really my aunt, more like my mum's cousin). She offered me some Kampar Chicken Biscuit, homemade. They tasted really good</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113673576246103231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113673576246103231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/chicken-biscuit-no-chicken.html' title='chicken biscuit no chicken'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113651397145123341</id><published>2006-01-06T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T19:23:54.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag, you're it!</title><summary type='text'>Oh dear... haven't been tagged before, really. LB is the first - so you should be honoured, yea! These are done a little hurriedly, but if I'd sit down and really think about it, I might've put different answers to them. Maybe a few days later you'll see a couple of them scratched out and replaced, heheh!The RULES : Remove the Blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone else up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113651397145123341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113651397145123341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/tag-youre-it.html' title='tag, you&apos;re it!'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113647534539643861</id><published>2006-01-05T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T23:35:45.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peanut dainties</title><summary type='text'>We interrupt this regular program to bring you this special request from Zara's Mama on the recipe for Peanut Dainties.The recipe is taken from this old-ish cookbook my mum has, called "Favourite Cakes &amp; Kuih". Ummmm... I don't know who the author is, but the publisher is Vista Productions Ltd. From the looks of it, I think this cookbook came up North from Singapore a way long time ago.On pages </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113647534539643861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113647534539643861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/peanut-dainties.html' title='peanut dainties'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113630590740230879</id><published>2006-01-04T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T00:40:30.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clink clink? no, thank you</title><summary type='text'>I started out this post wanting to talk about the good, the bad and the ugly of drinking alcohol. But then I thought it easier to just post what's on my mind rather than doing research on the Internet to substantiate my little "lecture"; that's just too much effort for the lazy me.So.What am I on to, anyway?Some friends and acquaintances of mine are going out for a boozy night this Friday. As I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113630590740230879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113630590740230879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/clink-clink-no-thank-you.html' title='clink clink? no, thank you'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113610834748479886</id><published>2006-01-01T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T23:37:40.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say wot...? zucchini brownies?</title><summary type='text'>Yea, I was rather skeptical of the name as well, but 122 reviewers can't be wrong about a 5-star rated recipe, right?Ok, then.Zucchini Brownies.We're gonna turn these green stuff into brown, chewy, moist brownies.  And the recipe goes like this:INGREDIENTS:1/2 cup vegetable oil1 1/2 cups white sugar2 teaspoons vanilla extract2 cups all-purpose flour1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa powder1 1/2 teaspoons </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113610834748479886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113610834748479886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2006/01/say-wot-zucchini-brownies.html' title='say wot...? zucchini brownies?'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113598999434374829</id><published>2005-12-31T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T09:03:07.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the 365th day</title><summary type='text'>10!..Oh dear, is it 2006 already?  Damn!  Where did year go?9!..Hmmm... did I do everything I'd wanted to do this year? I can't seem to remember if I've set out any goals, too busy trying to stay... well, busy. What did I do this year that stood out? What happened? Why can't I recall the details? Everything's such a blur...8!..Changed jobs, yes... big holiday, yes... finally started biking... met</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113598999434374829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113598999434374829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2005/12/on-365th-day.html' title='on the 365th day'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113578289912814656</id><published>2005-12-28T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T23:14:59.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short takes 28.12.05</title><summary type='text'>It's only 3 days to 2006.  I've decided not to make any new-year resolutions, because if there were any to be made at all, I would've done it a long time ago.  Besides, why wait till the new year to start one; now's a good time as any.Managed to do 6.5 things out of my to-do list before the year is out.   #6 depends on the Client; chances are it'll be 2006 before we're done.  I'm still deciding </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113578289912814656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113578289912814656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2005/12/short-takes-281205.html' title='short takes 28.12.05'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113561060956599942</id><published>2005-12-26T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:29:35.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boxing day baking binge</title><summary type='text'>I wanted to keep to my promise and bake something nice for my colleagues to munch, and judging from past failures, I decided to make the sticky date pudding for them as a safe bet (since that's already tried and proven to be good).Since I've done it before, this time it was a breeze... ta-dahhh!I'll leave it up to my eaters to comment on the taste of it tomorrow when I feed it to them. My folks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113561060956599942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113561060956599942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2005/12/boxing-day-baking-binge.html' title='boxing day baking binge'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113552902425177352</id><published>2005-12-25T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T00:43:44.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas goodies</title><summary type='text'>"Christmas isn't Christmas without presents!"(Josephine March in Little Women, by Louisa May Alcott)Lookit what I got!Thank you all for the lovely gifts, the gloriously delicious food and best of all, your much appreciated company these few days.Tee hee!Technorati: christmas, seasonal, friends, presents</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113552902425177352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113552902425177352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-goodies.html' title='christmas goodies'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113532109300983541</id><published>2005-12-23T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T15:02:07.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my wish for you</title><summary type='text'>My dearest reader,Thank you for coming, be you a first-time visitor or a returning regular. It'll be Christmas in a couple of days, and the New Year is just around the corner. Made a list of resolutions yet?I've been reflecting on the past year, what has happened, and what has not. Every year I think, "This has got to be the best and funkiest year ever!" This year... no. It's been a hard, long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113532109300983541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113532109300983541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-wish-for-you.html' title='my wish for you'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113517897036119763</id><published>2005-12-21T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T23:50:20.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry isn't enough</title><summary type='text'>Dearest Mum,I'm so sorry I didn't make it home on time for dinner.I woke up this morning feeling a little unwell and had a tinge of heaviness in my heart.  Needless to say these sprouted the seeds of moodiness for the rest of the day.  I tried cheering up, tried putting in my efforts in working efficiently but the nags of despair seem to have clouded my mind.  I couldn't quite concentrate on work</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113517897036119763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113517897036119763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2005/12/sorry-isnt-enough.html' title='sorry isn&apos;t enough'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113514454863669837</id><published>2005-12-21T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T13:55:48.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a postcard...</title><summary type='text'>... for you.PostSecretTechnorati: life</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113514454863669837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113514454863669837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2005/12/postcard.html' title='a postcard...'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15915870.post-113501095863371989</id><published>2005-12-20T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T13:56:09.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surviving another day</title><summary type='text'>5 more days to Christmas.  6, if you include today.People rushing around shopping for last-minute gifts, hunting down bargains. Carols sung in shopping malls, neighbourhoods, radios, portable music players. Dinner parties arranged, food menus planned, guest lists prepared.If it's like how it was a year ago, I would've started playing Christmas songs on my laptop early December. Old favourites </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113501095863371989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15915870/posts/default/113501095863371989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://month-of-may.blogspot.com/2005/12/surviving-another-day.html' title='surviving another day'/><author><name>may</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DFl8q-UVPqo/SCKsLuK8qVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fDC1hdR-8MQ/S220/may-zzz.PNG'/></author></entry></feed>
