Bag Girl Polka Dot
This piece reminds me of happy days in Shanghai with 4 other 15 year olds and a funny old man as our teacher in charge. Happy days; solely from imagination and memory because the photographs I took are all gone, probably floating around as thousands of kilobytes in the digital universe which I cannot see D:
Highlight of the day: I keep getting paper cuts from the spine of those binded books of prelim papers! It’s a great way to start the studying process – now I look like one stressed up student with all the pent up rage and scars on my wrist to prove it.
