Self-reversed racism

A wise old man once told me, the preluding doom of one's fate may be vexed upon the surface of one's actions. Today, I think my dad is correct. I have done nothing this entire holiday although I should have. a'ye.... my dad is finally back from his week long business trip in HK (my mom's going to Australia this friday). Within 15 minutes of return, I have already been labelled as a logically certified idiot, thus bringing an end to my 7 continous days of superiority complex. Just for laughs: My dad is now getting extremely worked up over watching this HongKong Ghost movie, terming it illogical and nonsense. Em... hello? Its a ghost movie.... and its from HK.

anyways, speaking profound stupidity. I believe I should refer to an incident I forgot to blog yesterday I encountered while renting DVDs.

[Scene:: I am returning with my rented DVD to my mother's car. The car's doors are closed . Adjacent to the car, there is a lady with her toddler son. ]

As I approach, the toddler jumps around playfully and trips over one of his legs, making him fall down clumsily. It happened so exageratively that even I stopped to see if he was ok. The mother picks him up,
"Ai-ya! Don't Be so clumsy can??!!"
Still looking at the boy, I reached for and opened the car door. Ever so gracefully, slamming the corner of the door into my face. Stunned, I staggered back and then quickly got into the car before my blush became obvious.

The lady stood there stunned and stopped scolding her son.