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L’oreal . Bodyshop . Dettol . Dove . ROC . Carex . Snowman drawing pen . Faber Castle pencils. Boxy black erasers . Philips . Panasonic . Samsung . Sony . SonyEricsson . La Germania . Electrolux . Nikon . Sennheiser . Telkomsel . Esia . Hewlet Packard . Golla bag . Estetiderma . Himalayan Herbals night cream . Elle & Vire . Cheesedale . La Vache Qui Rit . Susu Ultra . Japanese Mayo (the baby logo) . ELC . Mothercare . Sebamed . Johnson's & Johnson's . Davidoff cool water . Eternity for Men . Kenzo Flower . Benetton Clean Fresh . Bath & Body Works . Rexona for men . Honda . Antiplaque . Paseo . Wetkins . Rotelli . Charles & Keith . Olbas . Reebok . Casio . Seiko . Tag Heuer . Sing-sing ramen . Tefal . Bank Niaga . Levi’s . Teh Upet . Susu Bendera . Kenalog . Ruffles chips . Pringles . Silver Queen . Lindt . Kinder . Fererro Rocher . Fanta . Ikan asin gabus . My mom's sambal . Sprite . Lemon squash . Mojito . Gillette . Pepsodent sensitive toothbrush . Citibank . Lyra art supplies . Ranch Market . Superindo . Lily flowers . Satire . self-designed furnitures . Raindrops . Rainbow . Blogger . Firefox . Google engine . Google mail . Google docs . Google reader . Mitsushiba . Cotton candy . BreadTalk . Sari Roti . Sushi Tei . Blitz . The KooP . U2 . Cinnabar . Bach Minuet in G major . Learn to love with my father . Learn to survive with my mother . Learning life with my son . Forgetful . Ajo Ramon . Glockenspiel . Sunny side-up float in the swimming pool . Night swimming . Yahoo!Messenger . Hugs . Gramedia . Kinokuniya . Aksara . Perspective illiterate . Cylindrical eyes . Prefer yogurt than ice cream . No such a thing as sweet green tea . Caramel . Moscatto . Home made crepes . White . Eyes . Eyebrows . Yamaha . Stradivarius . Blanket . Hoodie . Blythe . Constellations . iTunes . iPod . Studio Ghibli . Sweet dreams . Nightmares . Astraphobia . Wizard of Oz . Write . Gibran . Neil Gaiman . Enid Blyton . Lemony Snicket . Tears . Laugh . Love . You . These are what I am made of . So far .


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