Day 30

I naively thought of using a real flower for today's photo, but a check of current flower prices at the shops quickly brought me back to reality.

Day 29

Today marks a major milestone in my life post-baby. The Babycrat actually stayed quiet long enough for me to bake this.

When the RB heard I was going to bake something, he requested that I not bake muffins because the only thing I bake is muffins, and as the only person in the house eating my baked goods, he's sick of muffins. So I baked these cupcakes instead. The RB says cupcakes, muffins, same difference. Who say no difference? Got difference, okay.

Day 28

Food porn: My decadent brunch.

Day 27

When the salesman introduced me this ipod docking station, I was suspicious of it because the brand name Sansui sounded like it was some China product. But it turned out to be from Japan, gives very good sound quality, and is cheap to boot. Happy buy.

Day 26

The good thing about having kids is that you have an instant model and you can pose them in compromising positions and they cannot complain.

Day 25

I find myself opening my freezer many times a day to check out my frozen milk stash, for no reason other than to make myself happy.

Day 24


A dish of 猪脚冻. Not really sure what the 冻 is made of, but an interesting dish, nonetheless.

Day 23

A toothpick holder shaped like a mahjong tile at a Hainanese curry rice place. Picture taken with my phone. I had gone out twice today and both times forgot to take my camera with me.

Day 22

It was late at night, and the Babycrat was fussing. I tried rocking him in his pram, singing to him, feeding him and carrying him, but nothing seemed to soothe him, until I discovered by chance that he was amused by me repeatedly pressing his feet against a mirror. This footprint is a symbol of a mother's desperation.

Day 21

I bought this cutest fabric book from Ikea. The spider can be popped off its web (to which it's attached by velcro), and the bee can also be slid up and down a cloth track. Other removable/moveable items include a stuffed frog and a sun that can be stuffed behind a rainbow. I think I bought this book more for myself to play with than for the Babycrat.

Day 20

Raindrops keep falling, they keep falling.

Day 19

My decadent breakfast of an egg-ham-cheese-spring onion sandwich. I currently have a love affair with spring onions, sprinking them on everything I eat. Spring onions on melted cheese tastes really good, by the way.

Miscellaneous photo of raindrops. I love the rain.

Day 18

The pond at Toa Payoh Garden, that retro place popular with couples in the 19-donno-what years who liked to take wedding photos there.

Day 17

Freshly bought eggs.

Day 16

This is my favourite mee pok stall at the hawker centre near my house. Don't call the guy who cooks the mee pok an uncle; he sports a ear stud (possibly diamond) on one ear. He reminds me of another lao hero - the guy who used to run a sheng mian stall near the office, who would run around dishing up bowls of noodles in a nylon polo T-shirt and minuscule white tennis shorts. Sexeh.

Day 15

This rubber duckie that looks like it got involved in a freak industrial accident at the toy factory that left half its body missing sits on a ledge on my bed.

Day 14

One day, when I was still heavily pregnant, I spotted this pair of shoes after a marathon shopping session. It was almost 10pm and my legs were close to giving way, but I had to try them on.

But slipping my foot into the shoe suddenly triggered off the mother of all leg cramps, a cramp so bad, it left me yelling and thrashing around. I shrieked at the Resident Bureaucrat to help me flex my foot to stop the cramp, a move which was supposed to provide instant relief. But of course, as Murphy's law would have it, the cramp was so bad, it locked my foot firmly in place and the Resident Bureaucrat had to massage my leg instead to try to ease the pain.

Massages don't work on leg cramps, take it from me.

Eventually, the cramp did go away, but not after several minutes of me screaming: "Aiyah very pain!!!!!!!!"

I swear it hurt more than childbirth. I was limping for one week after that. Ah, the joys of pregnancy.

I bought the shoes all the same, cramp or no cramp. I like them very much.

Day 13

View from my kitchen window after an afternoon downpour.

Day 12

An attempt to play with light.

Day 11

Something red behind a water curtain.

Day 10

Ramen at Nantsuttei, topped with a pile of spring onions floating in a soup made black by black ma-yu which is "created by frying garlic over seven phases" (from its website). Not bad, but a bit salty.

Day 9

Water droplets on my shower door.

Day 8

The kiasu Pukesome Mummy's attempts to introduce early literacy to her baby has failed because the baby is more interested in sucking his fingers than looking at the books. (Sorry about the Babycrat photo once again; a Pukesome Mummy's world now consists almost entirely of baby and paraphernalia.)

Day 7

This old-man-doing-tai-chi figurine sits on one of my grandfather's pots of bonsai. He must be about as old as I am. Other figurines that sit on other pots of bonsai include old men fishing, and old men sitting on water buffalos. I don't know why all the figurines consist of old men.

The photo that didn't make the cut:

A rabbit that I adopted from the House Rabbit Society.

Day 6

I've always wanted to do a still life of these stones, but right now, this one doesn't look too successful. A last minute attempt to take a nicer photo for today was scuttled by a diaper emergency. I think I will revisit these stones one day.

Day 5

We call these booties "the hoofs" because they resemble lamb hoofs. Sorry, Pukesome Mummy at work again.

Day 4

View from the tower at Lower Seletar Reservoir. There's something primeval about this scene that reminds me of Jurassic Park.

Other shots that didn't make the cut:

We had a heck of a time finding our way to this reservoir because I was so sure of the way, I didn't want to check the road directory. "It's on Mandai Road. On the way to the zoo," I said confidently. "I am very sure. It's the one-lane road that leads to the zoo."

So the Resident Bureaucrat drove up the road that led up to the zoo, but we saw no signs of the reservoir.

"Are you sure of the way??" he asked. I swore on my own life that I was. But when we finally pulled up at the entrance of the zoo with no sight of the reservoir, I was forced to recant my swear and look up the road directory.

As it turned out, the reservoir was located on the old road that led to the zoo, and the Resident Bureaucrat had driven up the new road to the zoo.

Who would have known that they would build a new road leading up to the zoo? The Resident Bureaucrat says my memory of the old zoo road must have stemmed from my primary school days, when policemen wore shorts. I suppose he may have a point.

So, my burning question is, why is it that I can remember things from 20 years ago, but cannot remember what I ate for lunch yesterday?

Day 3

I love food so much that when I go travelling, I take photos of the menus of the restaurants I eat at. I'm so glad Project 365 is giving me an excuse to take menus of restaurants in Singapore too.

Day 2

I was not supposed to use photos of the Babycrat but how is a Pukesome Mummy supposed to resist doing that?

Egged on by colleagues S and M (um, the initials are totally coincidental!), we made a pact to embark on Project 365 in which we take a photo a day for a year. There are no rules except that cheating is not allowed. There is, however, a penalty for withdrawing from this project, one so scary that to contemplate dropping out would be insane. So here we go, on a crazy adventure of 365 days of a photo a day starting April 1 2010.

Day 1

This roof belongs to a heritage building in Little India but what caught my eye was not the name of the building but how colourful it was.