Lydia Marsha of Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

Written by Mister Promo | October 29, 2015

"Lydia Marsha is a dark-skinned Indian model who lives in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Her goal is to inspire dark skinned women and show them how gorgeous they truly are."

You want to live outside of the box? Then bloody hell do it. Don't just live by the words as though it's an amazing statement. Or as if it's a movement of people all walking side by side in the same direction.

It's true, this "society" does have a stronghold on many of our lives. There are a ton of magazines that will get you to believe that the words making up those silly articles are true. "The slimmer the waste, the sexy the body." "You are what you eat." "Beauty lies in the type of makeup you purchase." "7 sex positions to tone up your abs." "How you treat your partner in the sack will determine how long they in your life." Okay, well maybe that last one is true.

Forget about the lists. Forget about what others are doing. Forget about what you WON'T do. Instead do what you WANT to do. If skydiving is it. Do it. If strolling the beach in a 2-piece is it. Wear it. If rocking out to strange tunes is it. Rock out! And if you feel you are beautiful wearing the dark skin you were born in. Then you are.

Ladies, stop feeling sorry for yourself. There are many wars happening today. However, the worst war (today) is the one occurring within you. Don't you think it's time to form a peace treaty? Accept who you are. Don't change.

Just be you! Do whatever you decide without the influence of those around you. Think of whatever it is YOU want to do and do it.

MPsays, You Don't Know Until You Know. (Segment Five)

Written by Allen Mark | October 29, 2015

Review Segment 4

As Bertina was walking over to her family, her father says loud enough for me to hear, "hey, isn't that your friend? Call him over for a photo." Yeah, that wasn't awkward at all. I walk over, we pose for the photo and all I'm thinking is, she never corrected him.

I never said anything on the subject. Instead, I kept it to myself. As if, it didn't bother me.

We saw one another once more before the break, the next school day. You see, the evening of the graduation was our last day as 8th graders, however, the rest of the grades had one more day. A few of us graduates attended that last day. Bertina and I spent that time connecting and speaking of what life would be like away from one another. Until I had come up with an idea that would result in us not being away but instead together. I asked for her address. She gave it to me. I knew she didn't live close because she took the bus. But I knew if I did not really want to wait out the summer 'til seeing her again, I better pump the tires on my bike and ride through the city looking for her residence.

The school day was short. This time when the day concluded it didn't end with a "bye". Instead it ended with "see you".

It seems real but, you don't know until you know.

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MPsays, You Don't Know Until You Know. (Segment Four)

Written by Allen Mark | October 19, 2015

Review Segment 3

We were known as a cute couple. We were the typical middle school couple. Playing chase, walking around holding hands, sneaking off to hide for quick kisses. That moment in time could've lasted for years if we had the choice.

Only if I knew it then. In fact, the choice was entirely mine. The weeks following would definitely depict what my life with Bertina would consist of.

Rushing ahead a little. It is now the night of our 8th grade dance. In two days we will graduate and move onto become high school students. Okay, hold on, I'm getting too far ahead of myself. It's the night of the dance. I stroll in reasonably late just to make an entrance. There she is, beautiful and not because she is wearing a floor-length burgandy gown. She definitely stood out! It didn't matter to me. That is what I liked about her. The evening was perfect. The music, the setting (school gym), me, her, good times. 

After the dance, I would meet her parents. They were present because they picked her up. It apparently became time for the introduction.

"Hi mom. Hi dad," she says. She then introduces me as Allen. Their assumption, I was a friend. For some reason I understood. Now as I think back, I'm not so sure as to why I did.

Two days later was our graduation. Concluding the ceremony friends and family would meet the graduates in the back parking lot of the school. I met with Bertina and introduced her to my parents as my girlfriend. My dad then breaks out the video camera and begins recording us reciting messages of what we will miss most of middle school. I kissed Bertina on her cheek, wished her a happy summer and watched as she walked over to the direction of her parents. In my mind, I was prepared to wait out the summer once again. In the fall we were going to attend the same school, Central Falls High. So, I wasn't worried about not seeing her again.

Didn't really happen this way though. As Bertina was walking over to her family, her father says loud enough for me to hear, "hey, isn't that your friend? Call him over for a photo." Yeah, that wasn't awkward at all. I walk over, we pose for the photo and all I'm thinking is, she never corrected him.

It's really true, you don't know until you know.

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MPsays, It's Over But You're Still Concerned.

Written by Mister Promo | October 13, 2015


We began innocent, with knowledge of first names and no background check. The first couple of months were exciting. Nothing was predictable. It was as if we were actors in a stageplay. Each meeting was eventful. A party as you would call it. It was a smooth and yet delightful engagement. This being, whenever we were together, working together. Before long, that would all change. Beginning with attitudes. Happiness became frustration as smiles turned to frowns. Daily communication grew to non-existent.

Yet, here it is, so much time has passed and I am still concerned. Thinking, wondering. How can I help, assist? Am I wasting my time? I'm sure that I am the only one holding on to a rope that is limp on the other end. My hand is already sore from these restraints. I believe it's time I loosen the grip and consider the option of letting go.

Wow! That wasn't hard. Next, my mission is moving on. This should be much easier. There are many other prospects much worthier of my attention and time. I must breathe life into my future and discontinue supplying air to my past. I cannot do it if I have any inkling of an idea that there could be something when there is nothing. So, from now on, I must believe wholeheartedly that there is absolutely no chance for us. Ever.  


Goodbye.

MPsays, You Don't Know Until You Know. (Segment Three)

Written by Allen Mark | October 9, 2015

Review Segment 2

Ironically though, when my relationship would end with Angela, so would the relationshp between my childhood friend (Ronny) and cafeteria girl (Bertina). Which only meant one thing, there was nothing hindering us from the inevitable.

It was clear as to what my next move would entail. I needed to ask her out. I will never forget how this took place. I approached her durng lunch recess. She was wearing fitted blue jeans and a white top. Her hair, curly and wrapped in a ponytail. I remember being bold and cutting straight to the point. "Bertina?" I questioned. "Yes", she replied. I took a deep breath and began to collect my words. I remember looking her in her eyes as she looked me in mine. "Do you want to go out?" I finally got the words out. Then I waited for her response. That was the longest 5 seocnds of my life. She licked her lips and proceeded to say, yes.

I felt souped. I felt as though I hit the lotto. Well, I was in the 8th grade and I thought she was gorgeous. What do you expect? There a was a lot of conversing and getting to know one another. We were known as a cute couple. We were the typical middle school couple. Playing chase, walking around holding hands, sneaking off to hide for quick kisses. That moment in time could've lasted for years if we had the choice.

Of course, until reality would set in. Even then, you don't know until you know.

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MPsays, God's Greatest Gift to Man.

by Allen Mark | October 5, 2015

Breath