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Rachel Kristen
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Romantic ticket.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012, 11:52 PM
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So the other day I came back to office to find an envelope with my name on it.




I thought it must be the usual bank statements or magazines but to my surprise, I opened up the envelope and saw this.


. . . . . .





ONE TICKET TO TRAIN @ KL LIVE!




Some of my colleagues started teasing me, and they thought it was such a romantic thing to do (like in the movies)




"Omggg you should go and find out who got you this ticket"




*no names found on the envelope*




"But it's free standing, how on earth do I know who to meet there?" -__-"




(But I thought it was a pretty romantic thing to do, to whoever who sent it)









Fast forward 15 minutes later.











Tim comes over to my table.
 "Ohh your ticket reached ady? Must've arrived before ours"


Apparently he bought it online for a few of us but they sent it individually.


DANG. 


I knew hopeless romantics are a dying breed. So I sighed and went back to work.











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