280516 - Mandala x Stress

#100happydays: Day 16

Panda said he wanted to buy some stickers to paste over his EZ-link cards (those are like our bus and train passes) because well, they're kind of ugly, and we found these after trawling a boxshop. The funny thing was that we didn't really intend to buy two of the same sticker, but then one of us (I can't remember who it was) joked that hey, we didn't really buy into the idea of couple T-shirts so why not have couple EZ-link cards instead?

Long story short we now have these stickers pasted over the back of our student cards, and it makes my mornings a little bit brighter to see the watercolour on the back of my card and to know that he has the same sticker on his student card too, and that this is something we can share. Every time I open my wallet it's like a 2-second bit of happiness that I can take out and tap on the electronic card reader to clock in and out for classes.

The complete stash of stickers purchased and pasted -
I really liked the black-and-white mandala sticker (it's more us, really) but I have to admit the watercolours make for a vibrancy that's quite refreshing!


101 Things I Think About: Day 16
I haven't be able to think about much lately, my mind's been swimming with the same thoughts of work and rehearsal and cosplay and that's not adding the other miscellaneous things that tend to pop in for a quick chat and a cuppa.

It's not even the fifth week of the trimester just yet, and already I'm exhausted - I gotta be careful not to overdo it with the busy schedules, honestly! I mean, I like how colourful my schedule looks but it's also quite tiring to be running around so much.

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