There’s a container of jewellery from my childhood that was unearthed while spring cleaning (which I’m in the midst of taking a hiatus from… too much junk/memorabilia/sentimental attachments!). I think I’ll start wearing them for old time’s sake in the next outfits :P
Anyway the photo below was taken in a narrow corridoor. Someone’s project was there – black and white checkered papers lining the wall, and I thought, hey, my skirt! Too bad it doesn’t really show up here.
This was so long ago that the liquid dried up/solidified (I can’t really tell, but there seems to be a pocket of air at the rice). It was from one of my many childhood trips to Genting with my extended family, and has my chinese name written on a grain of rice.