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After a MONTH of the school’s term break with a constant of “ibu, ibu, ibu, ibu”, “ibu, I’m hungry”, “ibu, can we have Indomie”, “what do you mean, I have to add “more veggies” on my Indomie?!”, “UGH. FIIIINEEEE. Can I have Shin Ramyun instead?”, “how about Buldak Ramyeon?”, and somehow Wira has been cosplaying as Indonesian gecko with “eh eh eh eh eh eh eh” for the entire month, and hearing these two kids bickering in a (very broken) Indonesian language, them kids finally are back to school on Wednesday. I immediately seized the day by booking a session at my regular go-to spa place. I went out quite early in the morning since I also wanted to have breakfast at another favorite place of mine. I was met by the therapist, a petite lady, whom I initially thought was the receptionist considering how petite she is compared to me! The next thing I knew, I spent 90 minutes being ran over by a tractor. You are familiar, yeah, with professional women athletes, being a baddie on their field,…

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