May 30, 2011

You're funny. Wait, no you're not. But actually, you are...not.

First, what do you think of my new background? I feel like it might be too much. That could also be due to the fact that I was staring at my faces for so long as I was trying to get the collage together.

Second, I saw "Kung-Fu Panda 2." If you're looking for a feel good movie, go for "Kung-Fu Panda." Best line from the film? "My son saved China and you can save too! Buy one dumpling, get one free."
The Furious Five and the Dragon Warrior.
I love the whole Ancient China setting. I've always been proud of my heritage. In fact, I've lately felt homesick for Hong Kong (even before Kung-Fu Panda). It's weird. I want to be in that environment again: the constant movement, the food, the language, the buildings, the harbor. I suddenly miss everything about Hong Kong.
Me looking up:
I think this is in the same apartment complex my grandma and aunts live in.
Me looking out onto Hong Kong Island.
Taken on Victoria Peak.
It's absolutely gorgeous. 

Moving onto the topic of my post, I had a weird encounter with what I call the "I'm serious, but not really, but actually I am" sense of humor. If you do this, I have to tell you up front: I cannot tell if you're serious or not. I admit that I am sometimes guilty of such puzzling humor. To anyone I may have offended or confused with this brand of humor, I apologize.

My weird encounter: I was delivering some food.
Just deliverin'.
The guy who opened the door was very friendly and greeted me. Then, with a smirk on his face, he asked, "You have change for one hundred dollars, right?" The weird grin threw me off and I, thinking he was joking, laughed and said, "Yeah, I always have change for Mr. Benjamin Franklin." 

"Fantastic!" He slipped me a one hundred-dollar bill.
He wasn't joking.
"Um, I only have twenty dollars in change." The smirk quickly disappeared. He stared at me. 
"Okay, what's wrong with this picture?" he asked. I hesitated. His brows furrowed. 
"How much was my order?" 
I mumbled his expense.
"And how much did I give you?" 
I sheepishly answered.
"And how much are you giving back?" 
I looked at the crumbled twenty in my hand. He grabbed the hundred dollar-bill from my hand.
"Don't come back till you have the change." The door shuts and I was left on his porch befuddled by the whole situation.
Befuddled by the whole situation.
I returned later with exact change. When he opened the door, he had that smirk again. "So, you brought more food with you, right?"

I wanted to punch him.

p.s. Sorry for such a lousy post. I was trying to meet a deadline. You see, I've posted on Mondays for quite a while now (and if it wasn't on Monday, it was on Sunday). Seeing how it was getting late and I haven't posted yet, I just whipped up the first thing that came to mind. Hence, this post.

p.p.s. Happy Memorial Day! Thank you to all the soldiers who have died for our country and for those who are now fighting for our country.