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Saturday, July 4, 2009

♥ Calling Me Coloured?!

Last few days ago, my brother told me that his classmates, an Indian boy and a Chinese girl, had an argument in the classroom.


Indian Boy: Eh why your eyes brown colour one??


Chinese Girl: Then why are you so black??!


Indian Boy: *fking pissed*

I think the Indian boy asked for it. What is it got to do with you that her eyes are brown?? She cannot have brown eyes is it? And the Chinese girl was rude also. Wtf like so racist only..



Not only that, the girl got into big trouble because when they were arguing, the Indian teacher, who was sitting quietly in front of the classroom, was actually listening to the argument.




Since then, the teacher has been giving her a hard time in class.




Gossip 101 : Look around first, before start gossiping. You'll never know who's listening. hehe





I came across this poem which I found quite interesting. hehe
Written by an African Kid.. Apparently, this poem was the best poem in year 2006..


When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black

When I go in Sun, I black
When I scared, I black

When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black

And you white fellow
When you born, you pink

When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red

When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow

When you sick, you green
And when you die, you gray

And you calling me coloured??


IN YOUR FACE! hahahaha..


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