Day 50
A colleague had given me this baby float for the Babycrat to play with. While taking it home, I took the office lift which also stopped at the gym. I was hoping someone in the lift would ask me why I was carrying that float, because I had the perfect answer. "Swimming lessons", I would reply with a deadpan expression. Alas, no one asked me about the float. (It is, by the way, not a float meant for swimming lessons.)

Food photography course at The White Rabbit.

Ironically, I didn't get to taste any of the dishes because there was only one of each dish for the 10 of us to shoot. I'm guessing the waiters took the dishes back to the kitchen later, microwaved them and ate the food themselves. Dang. What I would give for a taste of that lobster.

Day 49
Dried up corn husk from the past two days.

Day 48

Following our inane conversation on sweet corn, in which the Resident Bureaucrat neither admitted nor denied that he disliked corn, I asked him whether he was going to help eat the corn I bought if I steamed it. He said no, but added that if I removed the kernels from the cob, he would.

So I painstakingly peeled out all the kernels using my thumb, which he then ate. But until now, I'm still not sure what he feels about corn.

Day 47
When eating corn on the cob, I like to bite each kernel off the cob cleanly, without any bit of it left embedded in the cob. This is why I hate the very first bite of corn on the cob, because that first bite beheads each kernel and leaves half of it still embedded in the cob with its mushy insides exposed, and that annoys me. I'm anal like that.

Day 44
The ante has been upped. Over lunch today, we discussed it and decided to raise the penalty for dropping out of Project 365. The new penalty is so deadly, if you run out of something to take for that day, it's better to anyhow take any old rubbish than face the penalty. Yes, we bunch of masochists.

Anyway, today's photo is not any old rubbish but my lunch of dum briyani. Food served in novelty containers - think mini woks, mini steamboats, hot plates etc - always tempt me to order it.

Day 43
Poster pasted in one of the cubicles in the nursing room at work. Much as I love to complain about work, I must say, this company doesn't treat nursing mothers too badly, what with the individual cubicles for pumping, an armchair in each cubicle, a fridge to store milk and even posters to look at while carrying out the deadly boring chore of pumping.

Day 45
I've never seen such a profusion of pink things in my life and I lurve it.

Day 46
This is the first time I've had to take a queue number for an order of bubble tea. What's worse, check out the number of people ahead of me in the queue.

Day 42

By a strange coincidence, I, like Ms M, had chosen to shoot tomatoes for Day 42. Like her, I also adore fruit and vegetables a lot. But unlike her, I no like tomatoes.

Day 41

I have such severe wanderlust, you won't believe it. Even though my chances of getting away in the next six months is practically nil (try asking for leave right after 4 months of maternity leave), I borrowed this guidebook from the library anyway. Just to make myself just that bit more pained.

Day 37
The weather has been so hot that I've been carrying a 1 litre water bottle around the house - and refilling it many, many times a day.

Day 38
Ripples.

Day 39
These socks were going for more than half price at Mothercare, so I snapped them up, never mind that they run the entire spectrum of psychedelic colours. That same day, I also bought a pack of all white rompers. When the baby wears an all-white romper with a pair of these socks, his feet will precede him by a mile. Do I care? Nope, I is bad Mummy.

Day 40

Some years back, I received a credit card bill on which was a mysterious item for $20. I couldn't recall spending that $20 and my first thought was: Credit card scam!

A quick check showed my card was still in my wallet though, so my next conclusion was that someone must have stolen my credit card number and bought something online.

I quickly called up the credit card company and asked them to investigate what that $20 item was for. The bank officer called me back a while later and said, in a puzzled tone: "That $20 item you were asking about... did you pay for something at ROM?"

That was when the metaphorical lightbulb went off over my head. Yes, that's right! I had signed up for a date to get registered on the ROM website and then paid forwith my credit card!

You who are reading this must be wondering: 1. Which idiot actually forgets that she signed up for a date to get registered? and 2. What made me think that I got credit card-scammed when even a loser credit card fraudster will not scam a person of only $20?

I cannot answer your question.

So anyway, seven years ago today, we got registered. I didn't forget to turn up that day.

Day 36

The Babycrat poos very infrequently. This might not have been a problem if not for the fact that it causes him to, well, how shall we put this, release rather pungent gas. The pediatrician advised me, his food source, to drink prune juice and eat more papaya to help him go. One day, after the Babycrat let out particularly noxious fumes at a supermarket, no doubt making many people think I was the culprit, I bought three bottles of prune juice at one go.

Day 31
One of my favourite beverages: A big cup of tea with plenty, plenty, plenty of milk but no sugar. Yes, we're still eating the muffins, ahem, I mean cupcakes, from that day.

Day 32
Bak kut chilli mee from the Beach Road Hawker Centre. I like my noodles with plenty of chilli, even if it sets my mouth on fire and makes my eyes water and my nose run. Just call me a masochist.

Day 33
I dug out this pile of newspapers from under the bed of The Straits Times' No. 1 fan. He hasn't been reading the papers from page to page lately because he has been too busy at work, but he has saved up every single copy in the hope that one day, some day, he will have the time to clear up his backlog. Some of these newspapers date back to 2009.

Day 34
Shortly after we finished the, um, cupcakes, I was inspired to bake again, this time, a lemon cake inspired by a recipe published in Sunday's LifeStyle. The cake tasted pretty decent, but the lemon glazing made the cake so sour, even my gums puckered up. I ate it anyway.

Day 35
Ever notice broccoli looks pretty creepy up close?