Day 53
After our photowalk at Tiong Bahru on a blazing hot Sunday, we retreated to the hawker centre for a refreshing ice cold drink while Ms M entertained us nonstop with her stories.

Day 52

This is where I live.

(Alfie, the funniest person known to mankind, says: You live in your car?)

Day 51

This is a very sad vending machine I saw at work. Maybe it's not making enough money from the sale of drinks - hence the handwritten and makeshift labels.

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.