a heart that hurts is a heart that works.
Thursday, March 18
as I was stressing out on the last-minute adjustments in my march schedule dad came back home and blurted out "cancel all plans tomorrow. we're going to bukit tinggi". still too dazed to take in his words, I crossed out 18 and wrote down Colmar Tropicale ♥ ofcourse, the irony of it all falling just nicely on the 18, how can I not like it! the last time I came here was what, 6 years ago? at that time a 'french village' never brought much awe in sight but yesterday I seriously, really, weally, didn't want to leave. we didn't even go to the japanese tea house to eat the noodles!!! why, why ignore the goodness of bukit tinggi's japanese noodles!?!?the gist is, it was all I needed. a break. with people who I miss the most - my family. though the banging migraine and the stomach cramps and the double visions was the umph in potong steamness.
