I was questioned on a history question of who bought the soft toy monkey and why it was in my old car. Oh my gosh, I thought - that toy has already entered the dustbin 2 years ago. History was dug out from the grave for no apparent reason. I entered into an interrogation zone, w/o knowing what crime I committed.My gf over-ordered for the 5 of us. I wanted to stop her, but I din
want to be sound a cold bucket of water, so I mentioned just once. Thank God the waiter forgot our order, for all of us were full. We thanked her for the dinner, but my gf seems unhappy. She wanted us to eat 'forgotten' porridge, say the food was fabulous and get some durians on top of a bloated stomach.I feel lost. Is my gf insecure? The soft toy was history. The food wasn't fabulous, but it was no fault of hers. I had enough of ramblings today. I wondered. Is it her fault or is it a family habit? I couldn't have been me.