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Monday, October 25, 2010, 10:05 AM

okay last thursday something shocking happened at work.
i still remember i was doing cashiering and my host was paging for me to go to the host stand a few times.
i was wondering what was so important that they couldn't wait.
so i quickly rush from one end to the other end and my eyeballs nearly popped out when i saw a delivery man holding a bouquet of flowers together with a card.
i was shaking as i sign the paper before he passed them to me.
after receiving it, i teared when i read the msg in the card.
i was so touched. thank you(: