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everybody is a star





I came across to Justin Bieber's tweet the other night (I followed JB okay? I love his "Never Say Never" campaign and how he encouraged people to believe in their dreams.)

Anyway, he tweeted "Think before you say something hurtful to someone else. It may look like they're ok but they're not. Words are more powerful than you think"

Once again, I agreed with him. Sometimes we (accidentally) said something that maybe hurtful to someone else. Or maybe the other way? Like what I've been through. People out there are mean. There, I say it! When you were born different than others, they wouldn't stop mocking you. Like what they did to me when I was child. What's wrong with having darker skin color and bigger eyes? Like Lady Gaga said, I was "BORN THIS WAY"

Those racism rant is traumatic. That's why it still there in my short-term memory. Noone wants to go out with me, cos I'm different. I didn't grow up to be a confident person, up until now. Even though (Thank God) many people have changed and aware about this issue. They never bring this up again nowadays, but why does it still hurt? My heart is like a broken mirror, even though it had been fixed, but you can see the crack in its reflection. I remember when one of my friend insulted me about my dark skin tone and referred it to (OMG this is so hurtful I can't even write it)... "X". They laughed over it, I knew it was a joke. But that hurts! I was hurt but I didn't show it. I keep telling myself that it's only a stupid foolish JOKE. But my heart broken.. I'm not a type of person that confronts. I could easily get angry, but I chose to be quiet and cried silently. 

There were many other sentences that they "told" me, and I don't even give a eff anymore. I'm happy with my life. and if there's one single chance to change my life, I definitely WILL NOT do it. My life is beautiful already and all things that ever happened to me make me who I am today. No matter what my skin tone is, how my nose and eyes shape, or my huge thigh. I don't care. I just live my life the way it is and be grateful for every second of it. 


On more important note, whatever the topic you'll bring up with, just be careful of what you may say. Think about it first before you say it. Cos when you say it, you can never take it back. Like an old saying, "There are four things that can never be recovered: Stone - after it's thrown, Word - after it said, Occasion - after it's missed, and Time - after it's gone."
Tongue are sharper than the sharpest knife. Skin color is one of many issues out there. The late Michael Jackson changed his skin color extremely cos he wanted people reminiscent him as a white man. Wasn't it pathetic? 


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Go ahead and say what you want to say, I won't be bothered anymore.
People may ask me if someday I lay on the beach and work on my tan, "Don't you afraid to get a darker skin?" I'll answer lightly, "Hell no."



my tan inspired look from the recent beauty class

"Everybody's a star and deserves the right to twinkle" MM

Comments

Elissa said…
tannn! cantik abisss! dandan dmn? ur eyes look so damn pretty!
Intan Juliana said…
thank you icha :)
ini pas beauty workshop nya shu uemura. jadi emang sengaja gw minta diajarin "tan" look... matanya cuma smoky aja koq, tapi dikasih aksen warna merah. keliatan gak ya? ini polosan bener, gak pake false eyelashes dll. hahaha
Elissa said…
bagus tannn. jdnya keliatan natural gt. gw paling ga demen klo make-up muka keliatan lebih putih dr badan hahaha. tp kynya itu make-up lu a bit darker from ur natural skin tone ya? diterangin satu nomer kayanya pas tuhhh. :D keren!
Demetrius said…
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Soh Hong Wei said…
Nice tan look!

Personally, me like tanned looking girl.

Full of energy, and healthy looking!! =)

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