You calling me Colored??

Well nothing much has happened lately as we are all busy with assignments. Yes 1 more month to go for me and 3 more weeks for Kenneth and we are through for this semester. :-)

I've receive this poem from my friend, Kat (No she didn't write it but an African kid did) and I thought it was pretty neat to share.

This poem was nominated poem of 2005 for the best poem, written by an African kid.

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 fella,
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 Colored??

Today we had dinner at Fir's place. He was the chef tonight! I especially like the tofu with mince chicken dish. I could just have that with steaming hot rice. The other dish was chicken pieces with mushrooms and capsicums in some spicy sauce.

After dinner we played texas poker & blackjack. Hah Ken and myself was cleared of all our chips twice. Ahh then just before we left for home, Ken had a surprise!! Fir bought him a birthday cake :-) Thanks Fir!! Awww Ken was touched because it has been sometime since he had a "birthday party" and friends singing him Happy Birthday.

Fir preparing dinner. We like his kitchen!

Chef @ work

Look at the colors. Yum!

Ken's Birthday Cake. Black Forrest Chocolate Cake

Ken grinning away

Yummy Drool

Fir & Ken trying to remove the banner

Cheese :-)

Fir & Fiona, Ken & Serena

Cross section of the cake


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