i'm not talking about the disney movie nor the strange movies played at acmi late on a friday night. this freaky friday is all about me freaking out. all over a damn film. honestly. it was ridiculous. i was ridiculous. i can not believe my behaviour over almost not getting tickets to inglourious basterds.... what is wrong with me? i'm not even a tarantino fan. and he'll be at the screening, but still why did i get so worked up. no idea. i don't get stressed. didn't get stressed. now do. over this. why?
but night came after day and i ended up in flemington for laksa king and an unwind with cheng. fabulous laksa and even more fabulous cheng.
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