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Thursday, September 25, 2008

temporary distractions are good for the soul

today was spent in school to seek the light for our project on construction insurance.
coincidentally, the maintenance guys checking on the air conditioning and pipes in our meeting room met with a mishap. the (big) guy on the top of the ladder fell off, grabbed the ceiling and pipes and kinda tore it. so we just stood in shock, one guy on the floor with a torn ceiling and water dripping outta the pipes.
i was like "maybe we should take pictures to show the significance of construction insurance. is this 3rd party insurance or contractor's liability ah?"

anyways, everyone was pretty distracted. it's the term break after all.
so i surfed around and sth was screaming out "COME GET ME"
let's see if any drop-crotch pants or blazer ends up in the wardrobe next tuesday.

distractions are most welcome these days. keeps the mind occupied.

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