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Saturday, August 27, 2005
PP, HERE I COME. AGAIN.. ; 11:32 pm

Went to Punggol Plaza for the 2nd time todae. With mom & siblings. Bought a wrapping paper & a 'inspirational' card for Farah.

And on the way home, I thot I saw Shahira with whom I think were her mum and grandma. I guess I'll be asking her 2mrw just to make sure it was her that I saw outside PP.

Btw I saw a Pizza Hut cap & the 'thingy' where the pizza was kept inside, lying around on the road near to Blk 103B. Only those 2. No bike. No Pizza Hut delivery boi. No blood. No nothing. What could have happened? Nobody knows. 'cept God..


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