Second Log, Club Med Lindeman Island

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Dear Diary,

I saw Carla today. She is soooo cute!!! Kaya lang, she thinks I drink too much! So from now on,

Goodbye Vodka!
Goodbye Rum!
Goodbye Johnny Walker!
Goodbye Merlot!
Goodbye Carbernet Sauvignon!
Goodbye Pinot Noir!
Goodbye Beer!

Hmmm ...

Goodbye Carla!

Hehehehehehe!

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