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Wordless Wednesday: Playing with Aeromodelling

aeromodeling

It's a lot of fun!

Aeromodelling


We're having a great day. Happy holiday, everyone!

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  1. maenan simple yang bikin anak bahagia tapi tetep jadi quality time ya mbak.. nice.. :)

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    1. Iya simpel tapi seru dan mainnya bisa di sekitaran rumah. Thanks ya Nola. :)

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  2. Krucils di rumah suka banget mainan ini.. Murah meriah dan bikin hepi ❤

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  3. have fuuuun...aeromodel is indeed enjoyable :)

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    1. Thank you mba Indah. Yup, Vito's really happy. :)

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  4. Ini mainan jaman kecil, kalo di Surabaya sering nemu di wisata Kenjeran. Pas banget soalnya angin di sana kenceng :)

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    1. Kayaknya ini mainan dari zaman dulu ya mas. Desainnya sekarang semakin canggih dan variatif. Ga perlu alat bantu terbang lain hanya angin aja. hehe

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  5. mainan yg sederhana tapi tetap menjadi favorit Mbak:)

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    1. Iya mas, walaupun sederhana tetap menyenangkan. Hehehe

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