tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79566054861635356992008-07-20T22:02:16.726-04:00truthismygame.Kayce Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063297124689637415noreply@blogger.comBlogger91125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956605486163535699.post-76591588115692319052008-07-20T21:57:00.003-04:002008-07-20T22:02:16.742-04:00New Photos Posted: Toronto - Fauna & Flowers (07.04.08)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SIPtfnLTu7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/zzV8Hr5ZxTo/s1600-h/11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SIPtfnLTu7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/zzV8Hr5ZxTo/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225281120028048306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SIPtU1sjKLI/AAAAAAAAAUo/fN4oyUeYJB4/s1600-h/03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SIPtU1sjKLI/AAAAAAAAAUo/fN4oyUeYJB4/s400/03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225280934947006642" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SIPtU-VCCiI/AAAAAAAAAUw/1WreeuL5sw0/s1600-h/07.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SIPtU-VCCiI/AAAAAAAAAUw/1WreeuL5sw0/s400/07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225280937264286242" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SIPtVBRcCaI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ueSKkCwMGIw/s1600-h/08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SIPtVBRcCaI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ueSKkCwMGIw/s400/08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225280938054519202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SIPtVHYcdBI/AAAAAAAAAVA/SSJMtB-UbFc/s1600-h/09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SIPtVHYcdBI/AAAAAAAAAVA/SSJMtB-UbFc/s400/09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225280939694519314" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SIPtVVNRY0I/AAAAAAAAAVI/w3OsG_kY_fI/s1600-h/10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SIPtVVNRY0I/AAAAAAAAAVI/w3OsG_kY_fI/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225280943405753154" border="0" /></a>more photos from the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Toronto </span>can be found at <a href="http://www.kaycephotography.com/models.php" target="_blank">www.KaycePhotography.com</a><br /></div>Kayce Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063297124689637415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956605486163535699.post-81720689759384948062008-07-19T17:07:00.006-04:002008-07-19T17:32:00.308-04:00Jus leave me, jus leave me be // 07.19.08 Update - Part Ipoof, i was talkin to someone the other day who thought her summer had been passing incredibly slow, despite her full-time job.. which seemed odd to me, coz my summer feels like it's flown by even though i've tried to sit back and soak everything in these past few weeks.. well, i'll elaborate more on everything later when i write the full update after i finish preparing these presentations, but i thought it'd be a good idea to jot down some of the things i want to go over with everyone, as a lot has taken place in the past little while i've been "away" - again, more on that later..<br /><br />on the shortlist of topics i'll address are: a summary of my reflections from the past two weeks as i've been on <span style="font-weight: bold;">my "vacation"</span> break, <span style="font-weight: bold;">changes</span> we're about to make with <a href="http://www.kaycemodels.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kayce Models</span></a>, my <span style="font-weight: bold;">upcoming Vancouver trip</span> (yes, i'm going to Vancouver again), how my <span style="font-weight: bold;">music/upcoming releases</span> have come so far and an update regarding my offer to <span style="font-weight: bold;">tour in Japan</span> this winter, my thoughts on the <span style="font-weight: bold;">upcoming NBA season</span> and a few possibilities i've thought about in terms of <span style="font-weight: bold;">getting involved with my 2nd love, basketball</span>, and last but not least, the <span style="font-weight: bold;">new Usher album</span> that i am loving..<br /><br />i haven't really decided if i want to address everything all at once, but in any event, i want to finish up on the sales kits i'll need for early next week before i sit down to think about everything else, so i'll leave everyone with the music video to <span style="font-weight: bold;">one of my favourite songs</span> off of Usher's album, "Here I Stand.."<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">5:33pm</span>, a day in the life..<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://youtube.com/profile_favorites?user=KaycePhotography"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SIJXsGdo57I/AAAAAAAAAUg/xb9Ho5BUjSg/s400/Moving_Moutains.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224834932863985586" border="0" /></a><a href="http://youtube.com/profile_favorites?user=KaycePhotography">Usher's Moving Mountains Music Video on Youtube</a><br /></div>Kayce Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063297124689637415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956605486163535699.post-54525028765912487412008-07-01T16:37:00.002-04:002008-07-19T16:47:02.434-04:00New Photos Posted: Stomp Thursdays @ Circa Nightclub (06.19.08)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SIJRXbq09iI/AAAAAAAAAUY/K5K1a0jZKL0/s1600-h/14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SIJRXbq09iI/AAAAAAAAAUY/K5K1a0jZKL0/s400/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224827980709426722" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SIJROvcDZII/AAAAAAAAAT4/7oiYGJAzjMw/s1600-h/01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SIJROvcDZII/AAAAAAAAAT4/7oiYGJAzjMw/s400/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224827831397344386" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SIJRO-yVoQI/AAAAAAAAAUA/qi0VaTswD3Q/s1600-h/10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SIJRO-yVoQI/AAAAAAAAAUA/qi0VaTswD3Q/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224827835517346050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SIJRO6S9dJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/baLYPi5MAkA/s1600-h/04.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SIJRO6S9dJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/baLYPi5MAkA/s400/04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224827834311996562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SIJRPBVvD3I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/AGsbgxCfHEs/s1600-h/12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SIJRPBVvD3I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/AGsbgxCfHEs/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224827836202684274" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">more photos from the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Stomp Thursdays @ Circa Nightclub </span>can be found at <a href="http://www.kaycephotography.com/models.php" target="_blank">www.KaycePhotography.com</a><br /></div>Kayce Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063297124689637415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956605486163535699.post-82366530213824574362008-06-20T05:23:00.008-04:002008-06-20T07:28:20.939-04:006 Million Hits for KaycePhotography.com in July? // 06.20.08 Updatei <span style="font-style: italic;">worked</span> tonight.. and by work, i mean i bothered to take photos at a club for the first time in.. forever? i'm exaggerating, but it's been a while. Circa on a Thursday night was interesting though, crazy to see some people crunked to the degree they were in what i used to think of as a <span style="font-style: italic;">chic</span> venue.. shouts out to <span style="font-weight: bold;">Cabbie</span> from <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Score</span> for being up in that though, didn't expect <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span>, either, so it just goes to show how out of the scene i am haha..<br /><br />aside from droppin by the club, i've more or less just been working at my own pace for the past two days, going through photos i've taken in Montreal & Vancouver over the past month or so, thinking about the "logical" order i should release all that content in.. sounds easy i guess, but details go a long way and i'm always trying to maximize the results for what i do so you'll see as everything drops - i'm predicting 6 million hits for the month of July 2008 (we usually hit 3.5 million per mth) - wish me luck =)<br /><br />PS. i lay in bed for a bit and couldn't sleep, so i took some snapshots of the sunrise as i looked out of my bedroom windows instead.. sorry, i was too lazy to bust out the tripod so these are blurry haha..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SFuRl03DIwI/AAAAAAAAATY/L9fuWr9i9-M/s1600-h/Toronto-June20th08-01.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SFuRl03DIwI/AAAAAAAAATY/L9fuWr9i9-M/s400/Toronto-June20th08-01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213921072642204418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SFuRl8V6yQI/AAAAAAAAATg/4pBDWynNWLA/s1600-h/Toronto-June20th08-02.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SFuRl8V6yQI/AAAAAAAAATg/4pBDWynNWLA/s400/Toronto-June20th08-02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213921074650728706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SFuRmFX6cLI/AAAAAAAAATo/edTRJqNOIcY/s1600-h/Toronto-June20th08-03.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SFuRmFX6cLI/AAAAAAAAATo/edTRJqNOIcY/s400/Toronto-June20th08-03.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213921077075013810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SFuRmKI4sxI/AAAAAAAAATw/_UWVXSir65s/s1600-h/Toronto-June20th08-04.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SFuRmKI4sxI/AAAAAAAAATw/_UWVXSir65s/s400/Toronto-June20th08-04.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213921078354162450" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">7:28am</span>, a day in the life.. <p style="text-align: center;">______________________________________</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" align="center">"<span>Patience<br />Took you for everything<br />Looked like a diamond ring<br />You are so much longer<br />That made sense<br />Apathy in disguise<br />Crept on you like a spy<br />Hurt you in ways<br />You can't describe</span>"</p><p align="center">- <span style="font-weight: bold;">One Republic</span>, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Someone to Save You</span>"</p><p style="text-align: left;">To be honest, this isn't really a song I get into lyrically.. I'm just digging the vibe right now, especially towards the end of the song - the carefree feel fits how my life is at the moment, so that's that =)<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Patience<br />Took you for everything<br />Looked like a diamond ring<br />You are so much longer<br />That made sense<br />Apathy in disguise<br />Crept on you like a spy<br />Hurt you in ways<br />You can't describe<br /><br /></span><span>Bridge<br />Back to the start now<br />I wont let you go this way now<br /><br />Chorus<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Honesty</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Is what you need</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It sets you free</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Like someone to save you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Let it go</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But hurry now</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Theres undertow</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And I don't want to lose you now</span><br /><br />All right<br />Sit down and spill your heart<br />Lets start from the very start<br />Cause i can see by your eyes<br />You're wasted<br />Your energy comes and goes<br />You taking your time, you know<br />Nothing can change what happened, you know<br /><br />Bridge<br />Chorus<br /><br />Now<br />Now<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh my</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Look at your bright stars fade so</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">How much can you take?</span><br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />Na Na Na Na Na Na Na (x14)<br />I said to save you<br />Save you<br />Save you<br />Someone to save you<br />What you need is<br />Someone to save you</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div>Kayce Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063297124689637415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956605486163535699.post-76353130845910122462008-06-17T15:13:00.003-04:002008-06-17T15:24:49.368-04:00Back to Life, Back to Reality // 06.17.08yep, i'm finally (90%) unpacked from my two trips to Vancouver & Montreal respectively, and i'm finally back to my regular routine in Toronto.. i'm gonna be editing a lotttt of photos over the nex few weeks, before i launch into the nex set of organizational objectives i set for myself at the beginning of this year - should be fun.. there's a ton of stuff to update everyone with, so later today (or maybe tomorrow), i'll type up my Vancouver & Montreal trip summaries that i wrote the old-fashioned way - on pieces of looseleaf paper, with a pen.. til then, baaaaack to work - i love my girls =)<br /><p><span style="font-style: italic;">3:24pm</span>, a day in the life..</p> <p style="text-align: center;">______________________________________</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" align="center">"A second, a minute, an hour, a day and its gone<br />Little by little it fritters away try as you may you can never replace it<br />A moment of beauty you stumble upon,<br />As long as you treasure whatever it is, whatever it is could never be wasted"</p><p align="center"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>- <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ben's Brother</span>, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Time</span>"</p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A second, a minute, an hour, a day and its gone</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Little by little it fritters away try as you may you can never replace it</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A moment of beauty you stumble upon,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">As long as you treasure whatever it is, whatever it is could never be wasted</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So if we all turn to dust</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Better to've loved and lost</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cos everything has a cost</span><br /><br />So if you're gonna spend time<br />Spend it upon me<br />Spend it up on me<br />Just give me your time<br />I don't want your money<br /><br />I'd crawl then I'd walk then I'd run but then I'd stumble and fall<br />Somewhere between the love and the lust<br />I tried my best I was maladjusted<br />And I'm not saying that I know it all<br />Maybe I'm a little more self-aware<br />Still get scared but I've learned to trust it<br /><br />So when it comes to us<br />I've weighed up all the odds<br />I bet that this is love<br /><br />So if you're gonna spend time<br />Spend it upon me<br />Spend it up on me<br />Just give me your time<br />Don't take it from me<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I know hard it is</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Getting it right</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">At a time like this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So you'd better believe</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Believe</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">How right it could be</span><br /><br />So if you're gonna spend time<br />Spend it upon me<br />Spend it up on me<br />Just give me your time<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I don't want your money</span></div>Kayce Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063297124689637415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956605486163535699.post-29235987765997395342008-05-13T05:43:00.006-04:002008-05-13T06:16:09.729-04:00My First Ever Video Journal Entry (05.12.08)<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Preface / Fun Facts about my first ever video journal entry:</span><br /><br />- we've (my manager and I) been thinking about making this for several months now, I just never completely agreed to go ahead with it until a few hours ago..<br /><br />- yes, it was indeed recorded at 5am on a webcam after i couldn't sleep (with Christina watching me live on my laptop webcam haha) despite the fact that i have a full recording studio & could've set it up so the sound quality wasn't so shitty - I just felt like doing it, and that's part of the appeal as well as my random/spontaneous nature. I also realize that I changed a bunch of the lyrics.. I do that all the time, haha.<br /><br />- everything you see was done in 3 or 4 takes, and then put together by my good and handy buddy Jeff in the matter of about an hour, so again, production value wasn't the main focus.<br /><br />- I actually sing randomly all the time, esp when I webcam my best friend- this was just the first time I actually recorded it.. Unfortunately lots of the best parts (outtakes of me laughing and being a goof) were taken out because they didn't fit the serious/emotional nature of the song - oh well, now instead of this being the casual entry it was, girls are going to tell me I made them cry.. haha.<br /><br />- I always say that I wish I could sing as well as I rap.. that still definitely holds true. hopefully the singing isn't too terrible - one day (when I have time) I'll take singing lessons haha.. until then, my apologies =P<br /><br />- Annie Lennox is actually one of my favourite female vocalists of all time.. I love that entire "Medusa" album, even if nobody my age really knows who she is. I dug that CD out of my bookshelf after watching "Serendipity" again the other night with a friend =)<br /><br />- the "commentary" in the video was provided by my best friend to fill gaps & are actually 100% true.. I hate country music, and I listen to just about everything else.<br /><br />- I was very close to singing J Holiday's "Bed" instead of this.. maybe if enough people this, I'll do that or another song at some point in the future.. part of me still isn't sure if I want to do anything like this again.. haha.<br /><br />- my personal favourite part of this whole thing is that as I'm intro'ing the song, I'm actually making eye contact with my best friend as I say "the apple of my eye" and I actually laughed because of how surprised/flattered she was when I said that.. she's a big part of why I smile so often these days.<br /><br />- if you like this kinda thing & want to see more entries, help me spread the word & leave lots of comments on Youtube =)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">__________________________________________<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><center><object height="350" width="425"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UTjcG69XxKA"> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UTjcG69XxKA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"></embed></object></center><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">If the video (directly above this) doesn't load for you, you can see the entry at <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTjcG69XxKA" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTjcG69XxKA</a></div>Kayce Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063297124689637415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956605486163535699.post-4825020662054375502008-05-11T02:01:00.008-04:002008-05-13T14:51:42.908-04:00No Matter What, Here I Am // 05.11.08 UpdateWelps, it's been a few weeks since I've actually had the opportunity to sit down and gather my thoughts for a moment.. It's actually been a strange period, with a ton of things happening, but what else is new right? =)<br /><br />I guess I'll start with my first ever experience with food poisoning a couple weekends ago - I'm never eating at an unnamed sushi restaurant on Yonge St ever again :/ I ended up in the hospital after getting extremely dizzy/nauseous a few hours after lunch and then being in "acute discomfort" as the doctors wrote, haha. Ended up staying under supervision for just over 30 hours, because apparently bacteria can spread and cause additional problems sometimes - what a thing to tell me eh? Thanks to Lindsay for being there with me the entire time though, I really appreciated it and I'm sorry I probably scared her sh*tless when I fainted in the cab.. haha, sorry girl - you're amazing though.<br /><br />I basically didn't have energy or an appetite for a few days after leaving the hospital, and I ended up losing 6-8 pounds that week, from the severe dehydration and state of my nervous system I guess.. Oh well, now I can say I've been hospitalized before at least. :/<br /><br />Aside from that, things have actually been going really well.. After learning bout the things I mentioned in the last post, I expected there to be a ton of fallout and headaches to deal with, but that actually been the case at all.. I even ran into her by chance last night at the club, and I wasn't even angry, which I figured I would be.. Maybe I was just in a good mood then, but I simply confronted her about her actions, and as always, that ruined her day and she had nothing to say so yea haha.. I guess some things never change - I'm just glad I'm past it and that at the end of the day, our team's stronger than ever =)<br /><br />Won't write too too much else now, coz I'll be writing another entry soon with feedback/photos from our appearance today at Importfest in a day or so - for now, check out the photos from my 2nd 22nd Bday Jam @ Mink w/ Kayce Model Verena Chin also celebrating.. turned out to be a chillin night with the drunks.. i mean the girls =)<br /><p><span style="font-style: italic;">3:07am</span>, a day in the life..</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SCaU4OMQIPI/AAAAAAAAATA/EzD4_k7qKms/s1600-h/21.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SCaU4OMQIPI/AAAAAAAAATA/EzD4_k7qKms/s400/21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199006513448886514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SCaU4eMQIQI/AAAAAAAAATI/P6QhOVPot_0/s1600-h/39.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SCaU4eMQIQI/AAAAAAAAATI/P6QhOVPot_0/s400/39.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199006517743853826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SCaU4eMQIRI/AAAAAAAAATQ/v_OQKibmF-w/s1600-h/54.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SCaU4eMQIRI/AAAAAAAAATQ/v_OQKibmF-w/s400/54.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199006517743853842" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SCaURuMQIKI/AAAAAAAAASY/0NFvugZ52gY/s1600-h/01.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SCaURuMQIKI/AAAAAAAAASY/0NFvugZ52gY/s400/01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199005852023922850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SCaUSOMQILI/AAAAAAAAASg/DgX2u1NoH18/s1600-h/03.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SCaUSOMQILI/AAAAAAAAASg/DgX2u1NoH18/s400/03.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199005860613857458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SCaUSeMQIMI/AAAAAAAAASo/rfPjeKTiA6g/s1600-h/07.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SCaUSeMQIMI/AAAAAAAAASo/rfPjeKTiA6g/s400/07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199005864908824770" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SCaUSeMQINI/AAAAAAAAASw/kz-czpOgYz0/s1600-h/11.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SCaUSeMQINI/AAAAAAAAASw/kz-czpOgYz0/s400/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199005864908824786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SCaUSuMQIOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/c10yUm4f4b0/s1600-h/15.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SCaUSuMQIOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/c10yUm4f4b0/s400/15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199005869203792098" border="0" /></a><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;">to see all the photos from that night, check out my <a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Kevin_Chung/502198407">Facebook</a> page..<br /></div><p style="text-align: center;">______________________________________</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" align="center">"Never have you seen in ya lifetime<br />A more divine southern rapper with a swag like mine<br />Facin all kinda time but smile like I'm fine<br />Brag with such passion and shine without tryin<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Believe me, pains a small thing to a giant</span><br />I was born without a dime, <span style="font-weight: bold;">out the gutter I climbed</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Spoke my mind and didn't stutter one time</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ali said even the greatest gotta suffer sometime</span>"</p><p align="center">- <span style="font-weight: bold;">T.I.</span>, "<span style="font-style: italic;">No Matter What</span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>"</p>When news drifted down a few months ago about T.I.'s impending court case dealing with the purchase of illegal weapons, I was pretty crushed coz he was pretty much on top of the game, and I figured the best was yet to come.. Then with house arrest and what looks to be a long jail sentence, I figured his rap career might be over completely - which would be a travesty, as he's probably one of the most polarizing figures we have in the entire scene at this point, on top of being a great lyricist.. So, when a DJ friend sent me this track a couple weeks ago, I nearly sh*t myself in excitement - this track is sick, and he speaks for my current mindstate with this song.. (the hook reminds me of an unreleased track i cut from one of my promo mixtapes back then where i basically say the exact same thing..) without further adieu - the King is back..<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Never have you seen in ya lifetime</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A more divine southern rapper with a swag like mine</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Facin all kinda time but smile like I'm fine</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Brag with such passion and shine without tryin</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Believe me, pains a small thing to a giant</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I was born without a dime, out the gutter I climbed</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Spoke my mind and didn't stutter one time</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Ali said even the greatest gotta suffer sometime</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So I huff and puff rhymes, lyrics so sick with it</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Set the standard in Atlanta how to get get get it</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So you up and coming rappers wanna diss, just kill it</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm officially the realest, point blank, period</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Whether I still live in the hood or just visit</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Whatever you can do in the hood I done did it</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">That's why the dope boys and the misfits feel it</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">This still the city long as tip live it, listen</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I ain't dead (nah) I ain't done(nah)</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I ain't scared(of what), I ain't run(from who)</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Still I stand (yeah)</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">No matter what VA here I am No matter what</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I ain't break(never), I ain't fold(never)</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">They hate me more(so?)</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Yeah I know</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">But there I go</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">No matter what shortie, here I go</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">No matter what shortie</span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You let the blog sites and the magazines tell it</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm showed to be jail til 2027</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Rather see me in the cell then</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Instead of this new McLaruen</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">God will take you through hell, just to get you to heaven</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So even tho it's heavy, the load I will carry</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Grand is still buried, when is still sharin?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Apologies to the fans, I hope you can understand it</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Like a change in direction, even when you ain't planned it</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">All you can do it handle it, worst thing you can do is panic</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Use it to your advantage, avoid insanity matters</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">To conquer, every obstacle, make impossible possible</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Even when winning illogical, losing is still far from optional</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Yeah they wanna see you shot up in the hospital</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But, one life like punches, block the counter like a boxer do</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Been locked inside this casa too long, I did a song</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To make it known that the king lives on Pimpin</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I ain't dead (nah) I ain't done(nah)</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I ain't scared(of what), I ain't run(from who)</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Still I stand (yeah)</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">No matter what VA here I am No matter what</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I ain't break(never), I ain't fold(never)</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">They hate me more(so?)</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Yeah I know</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">But there I go</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">No matter what shortie, here I go</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">No matter what shortie</span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Even the solitude, that still know how to do</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I show you how to do, what you do, you ain't gotta clue</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">All you do is follow dudes, sound like a lotta dudes</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'll weather whatever storm, make it out without a bruise</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I understand why, now when my hands tied</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">They take shots cause if I'm out there it's a landslide</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But revenge is best served as a cold dish</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And suckas will get served better know this</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Guess it was understood, for me it was over with</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But I don't quit, if you ain't noticed yet</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">They couldn't wait to say goodnight shorty</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So they can try to rhyme, act and look like shorty</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Go get a beat from toomp, and make a hook like shorty</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Before ya know it I'm back what it look like shorty</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I lost my partner and my daughter in the same year</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Somehow I rise above my problems and remain here</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Yeah, and I hope the picture painted clear</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If your hearts fill with faith then you can't fear</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Wonder how I face years and I'm still chillin</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Easy, let go and let god deal with it</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I ain't dead (nah) I ain't done(nah)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I ain't scared(of what), I ain't run(from who)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Still I stand (yeah)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">No matter what VA here I am No matter what</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I ain't break(never), I ain't fold(never)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">They hate me more(so?)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Yeah I know</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">But there I go</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">No matter what shortie, here I go</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">No matter what shortie</span><br /></div>Kayce Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063297124689637415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956605486163535699.post-23118857514993649102008-04-22T10:58:00.004-04:002008-04-22T12:00:05.769-04:00Surviving the Times // 04.22.08 Updatei've witnessed a lotta strange things, but yesterday has got to be up there.. day started off great, had a productive five hours before i went for lunch, then i had the chance to relax for once and i took it.. that's when the figurative bombs dropped on me.. i saw the first one coming, and i'd been getting ready to embrace that one for months.. the 2nd one, though, left me shocked, dismayed, hurt, worried, confused and just about every other emotion possible..<br /><br />i mean, dealing with disappointment comes with the territory, but it jus becomes a little different once you love someone though, and i guess there, the onus is squarely on me.. its hard to believe that someone i used to know and care about turned to something that low after everything but, i can't say there weren't warning signs..<br /><br />and, to be honest, i'm still a little numb from the shock.. but i've long accepted that this is the end of the road, and at the end of the day, people have minds of their own - if they choose to degrade themselves & compromise their self-respect for money, that's a choice i have no say in, regardless of how i feel..<br /><br />now that the dust has settled, it's my turn to deal - i still hold all the aces.<br /><p><span style="font-style: italic;">11:57am</span>, a day in the life..</p> <p style="text-align: center;">______________________________________</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" align="center">"Focus, take care of your brothers, n*ggas do as I do<br />Keep your enemies close, where they can see you<br />It not your enemy who get's you<br />It's always your own people"</p><p align="center"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>- <span style="font-weight: bold;">Nas</span>, "<span style="font-style: italic;">In Between Us</span>"</p>this is probably up there in terms of favourite rap songs ever (coz i like everyone's contribution on it, from Scarface's verse to the haunting hook to, obviously, the Nas' opening verse), and it's a fitting selection as I've been on a 90s rap thing since i woke up with a Nas/AZ playlist.. Nas' verse on this song always gets me hyped, coz it sounds like some shit the overly-aggressive 16-yr old me woulda said in a similar situation, haha.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Verse 1 [Nas]<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Circumstances are like my first fight I lost</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It was swinging, my arms bugging, adrenaline pumping</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh shit, this little n*gga's thuggin'</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I mean, I was thirteen</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I was nursing a knot on my face</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But chose another time and a place</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">That I would avenge my last fight cuz the same shit</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ain't gonna happen that just happen last night</span><br />Knuckle-game changed quicker than lighting<br />Hit 'em or slice 'em<br />Either stick 'em or blast pipes, its the fastlife<br />I tried to give another n*gga' advice, shoot dice<br />Do plenty of shit cuz this life, how many you get?<br />How many n*ggas do you know get two<br />Besides a n*gga who snitch to skip a life-bid<br />Be one in your crew<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I don't respect killers, I respect O.G. knowledge</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Codes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lessons, catch detremental to a young disciple</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Focus, take care of your brothers, n*ggas do as I do</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Keep your enemies close, where they can see you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It not your enemy who get's you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's always your own people</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's always your own people</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's always your own people</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's always your own people</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's always your own people</span><br /><br />Chorus [T-Boz]<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mass confusion, in my head</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Killing me, driving me mad</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Got me wonderin, can I trust my friends?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Will they stick me in my back every chance they get?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Am I paranoid? and if that's the case</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Is it curable? Can you help me find my ways?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I can't handle this, I'm losing it</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">With a loose grip I'm hangin' on to emptiness</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Help your brother, save him from the</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Evil demons, in between us, came between us</span><br /><br />Verse 2 [Scarface]<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I know you hate me, don't you?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I bet you sit and wish my time never came</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You probably rather see me die in the game</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You probably rather see me die in a plane</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Then to see me up ontop of my game</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I get my money shit changed</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And n*ggas start looking at me different than this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">and downplay the real n*gga shit to get with a bitch</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But I'ma tell a motherfucker like this</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You only good as what you come up against</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">n*gga you get what you get</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So the grass is greener on the other side of the fence</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But any attempts and you gonna need the guy in the trench</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'ma starter while you riding the bench</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You saying you a playa, well I'm the one designing your prints</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Something to go by, to let these n*ggas know I</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't believe in letting shit slide, n*gga gonna die</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Best friends since high school seniors</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The homeboys were meaner, they let the bullshit come between us</span><br /><br />Chorus x2<br /></div>Kayce Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063297124689637415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956605486163535699.post-28378412653371790712008-04-20T11:53:00.007-04:002008-04-20T12:24:06.936-04:00Its gutter, and I spell it with the 'G' I stole from "get-the-f*ck-up" // 04.20.08 Updatewhen i sat down to write this entry, the first thing that popped into my head was "wow, i've been up to a LOT lately" - then i realized, when is this ever <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> the case? we've had some amazing weather in Toronto since Friday (almost time for the beach?! yessssssss!) and everything is continuing to look up.. the Kayce Staff Forums were finally put up again, and we're almost done all of the boring administrative-related groundwork we have to do this year.. after that, it's onto this year's exciting new projects - our first individual feature sites for our top handful of girls as well as a couple of other sites that the other Kayce Models will be contributing to..<br /><br />i'm off to Vancouver again in less than a month, so again, things will be hectic all the way through to mid-June or so - what can i say? i love my life.. not to mention, it's the 2008 NBA Playoffs and i gotta get my hoops fix or i go a little nutty.. not too much else i want to get into for now, except that we'll be posting more about our recent & upcoming updates as we get into it.. and before i forget, HAPPY 4-20. haha.. i haven't touched it in months and i won't touch it today, but i'm thinking about 90% of my friends in Vancouver will be "enjoyin the fresh air" today.. so.. i'm thinkin bout y'all.. haha.<br /><br />anyways, i'm pumped right now coz it's time for my workout - i skipped yesterday's because i was way too sore from the previous session.. did core exercises yesterday though, and i think i'm closing in on my goals in general, right in time to head out to the beach =P did i mention i was excited to go to the beach? haha..<br /><br />random note i'll throw in here while we're on the subject of working out.. i've been asked at least a dozen times in the past few weeks how i've built so much muscle mass & cut down on body fat in such a short period of time.. well, to be honest, i use every single workout as a release from all the things that are usually on mind (work, upcoming plans) and as such, every time i'm struggling with a final rep and my muscles are on the verge of dying, all i really have to do is think about the unpleasantness that was the aftermath of my last relationship and BAM, i get through that exercise.<br /><br />nothing pushes me harder than pain does.. and while i know most things come easier to me than they do for most others, that only means i need to work even harder to get where i want to be..<br /><br />i'm used to getting what i want - call me spoiled, call me cocky, or call me lucky: i'm probably all of the above.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">12:24pm</span>, a day in the life.. <p style="text-align: center;">______________________________________</p> <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">“</span><span style="font-style: italic;">Life's not a bitch, life is a beotch</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">who keeps the villagers circling the marketplace</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">out searching for the G-spot</span><span style="font-style: italic;">...</span><span style="font-style: italic;">” </span><br />- <span style="font-weight: bold;">Aesop Rock</span>, “<span style="font-style: italic;">Night Light</span>”</p> i'm taking it back today, revisiting one of my favourite songs by quite possibly the most uniquely talented writer in the rap world today.. you probably won't have heard of him, and 90% of you probably won't like his songs because he raps "weird" - or so i've been told.. whatever the case, you can't deny his genius with writing and originality with flow - he speaks his mind, unrestrained, in every song, with a captivating delivery that forces you to pay attention - even if you "don't think its hiphop" or whatever you radio-brainwashed "urban music genre" types are going to say.. can't imagine what i could possibly mean by that? go listen to some of his songs.. Aesop Rock is the dopest. period.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">[Aesop Rock]</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Night Light suckas..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Put one up shackle me, not clean logic procreation</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I did invent the wheel, in a previous generation</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">While the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basement</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I locate my old halos and pass em out to the pavement</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Y'all catch a 30-second flash frame</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dirty cooperative Neptune bloom head-trip split</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Fantastic! Fathom the splicing of major league low lifes</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">With anti hero earthworm mentality (Godzilla!)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I paste my game to zero all completion</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">See a cretin's still a cretin even speakin' altered moniker</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">American nightmare lost in the monitor</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'll hold the door open so you can stagger through</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Then ten berserk and bread cookies in after you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">It's gutter and I spell it with the 'G' I stole from "Get the fuck up"</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Noise crutch stolen wretched refuse of my teaming dumb luck</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Still I promise temperance storm breed still bleeding Amish</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">See the freaks sucked out the wattage while 3 bears invade the cottage</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And I can't sleep now</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Yeah, the police'll laugh</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">You won't be laughing when you're hosted by the ghost of Christmas past</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">You won't be laughing when your blow up doll's</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">got a headache and won't give up the ass</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">And I lay my kicks to rest when I'm impressed</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">So I staple-gun them to my feet</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">This origami dream is beautiful: pull the tail watch the wings flap</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">But you really can't do a thing with that</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Swallow up the pieces</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Spit 'em at your species</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Beached at the city of lost barnacles and leeches</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Night-light got me when the daylight went to evening</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Night (Light) Day (Light) x8</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm pretty sure I got a pulse.. plus</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We Shimmy cross the centerfold, and our night light engulfed</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Just let me keep the crumbs (Please)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">With seven deadly stains</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To hear the plane to crystal conscious</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The results a dead-beat trying to make a dollar off a bomb threat (OK)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Lift me to activism chain activate wild-style Pluto orbit</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Set a course then push the button</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I swallow spores born by the laws of a morbid glutton</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I can spot a drunk battalion by the Charlie Chaplin waddle</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Zig zag and zig 'em again before they can pull a badge out</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But I lash out</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Another thick installment of one night in Gotham like</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Houston we have a problem"</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">They're buffing the trains the same days the graffiti writers bomb 'em</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Who split how many freaks on box cuts of a high road bellow?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Heads ripped! Watch red bricks turn yellow</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'll try to meet the wizard</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But a tailgating tin-man holding an oil can</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">won't let a hermit crab break in his new shell-toes</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Life's not a bitch, life is a beotch</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">who keeps the villagers circling the marketplace</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">out searching for the G-spot</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Or maybe you're just an asshole; maybe I'm just an asshole</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Kiss the speaker wire, seaming swashbuckler or pagan thresh hold</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Stomach full of diner food</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Wings span cast black upon views</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Here to help release the rabbit hounds or pick apart your mood</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I got this friend of polar nature and it's all peace</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">When I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Metal Captain!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">This cat is asking if I've seen his bit of lost passion</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I told him: "Yeah" I gave him one last smoke and smashed him</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Swallow up the pieces</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Spit 'em at your species</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Reachin' the city of lost barnacles and leeches</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Night-light got me when the daylight went to evening</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Night (Light) Day (Light).. </span><br /></div>Kayce Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063297124689637415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956605486163535699.post-53160850493106011042008-04-19T10:39:00.004-04:002008-04-19T10:50:11.474-04:00KaycePhotography.com v3.0 - Site Re-Launch!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SAoFG4b3AuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/6_GVasXkFUU/s1600-h/kevinchung01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ozP6MRXqMGk/SAoFG4b3AuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/6_GVasXkFUU/s400/kevinchung01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190967136284508898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">i remember when nobody sane believed in me,</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">so i made my own luck, then i changed the scenery..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">my pain'll paint a picture, then re-arrange the scripture,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">slam the book shut - now every day's a dream to me..<br /><br />___________________________________<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Yesssssss, after weeks of hard work, we've finally wrapped up with our latest site update.. 90+ photosets were transferred from the old Gallery format to the slick new Flash format, including the complete 2006 & 2007 Kayce Photography Model Catalogues as well as an entirely new Featured Models section.. check it out!<br /><br />For our next major site update taking place this summer, KaycePhotography.com will be launching its online store, along with lots of additional interactive content.. We'll also continue to streamline the site's navigation, adding new Flash menus, etc..<br /><br />Check it out: <a href="http://www.kaycephotography.com/" target="_blank">http://www.kaycephotography.com/</a><br /></div>Kayce Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063297124689637415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956605486163535699.post-24671397794654857162008-04-10T06:10:00.004-04:002008-04-10T08:34:07.529-04:00A Reflection of Growth, in Appreciation // 04.10.08 UpdateI've been urged to write this (my "birthday party wrap-up") for a good week or so now by my best friend, but as we know all too well by now, my heart has a mind of its own. When I want to do something, not much is ever really able to stop me from accomplishing it.. and when I don't do something, I guess there's always a good reason - even if I sometimes can't figure out the 'why' myself.. Before we get into that, an update:<br /><br />Work-wise, we've accomplished a lot in the past two weeks - it feels good to finally see the wheels put in motion after months and months of deliberation & planning of what we are about to do. If this sounds vague to you, it's meant to. (For those involved with our organization, it'll make perfect sense.) But in short - just so I don't paint a picture using a wizard's wand - we've re-organized a lot of things across the board with both Kayce Models & Kayce Photography, staying cognizant of the growth both companies have experienced while maintaining a progressive attitude towards future projects we have in the works. Yep, I was born to be a PR person wasn't I?<br /><br />All jargon aside, what that means is that the steady stream of accessible Kayce-related content that you've become accustomed to will be back shortly - in a medium bigger and better than ever. The shift you notice in our approach isn't accidental, but we think you'll like it, as it reflects on the growth we've collectively made over the past year or so.<br /><br />And, now that we're on the topic of growth, I'll ease into the main topic of this entry, and the dominant theme that seems to manifest itself in my thoughts, <span style="font-style: italic;">especially</span> around this time of year.<br /><br />You see, I'm fascinated with the idea of self-improvement. I believe that being aware of one's self, in all shapes and forms whether conscious or sub-conscious, is one of the most valuable assets an individual can have. And so, since the time I've been 16 or so, I've been fixated on evaluating my personal growth every year around the time of my birthday.<br /><br />This particular year, I've thought a lot about the choices I make in terms of trusting others, and in terms of the kinds of friends I've chosen to surround myself with. We've all heard the adage that each of us is a mere by-product of what is around us - I'm sure. Well, in my line of work, I come across hundreds (literally) of new potential associates every month, and though the connections vary drastically with each, the underlying motivation behind each of these interactions largely remains the same - individuals recognize me as someone who can help them attain their goals, and in every situation I, and I alone, have to filter out those rare few who possess not only the skills necessary for whatever project we work on together, but also the character I look for in terms of being a successful, trustworthy individual I can invest worthwhile time into. Nothing surprising with this assessment though, I've simply described the real world.<br /><br />The disturbing aspect of all this starts to creep in when I think about how little I'm truly able to trust even those select few who I've already identified as 'the best of the bunch'. Maybe I'm just a pessimist, but if so, I've been a pessimist since I've been 16, coz I've more or less felt this way about people in general since then. And I've always hated it. Maybe I should've been born a few millennia earlier, in simpler times. Maybe things would've been the same then.<br /><br />As I've gotten older, I've simply learned to accept disappointment more readily, and to appreciate those precious few who fall on the opposite end of the spectrum - the transcendent individuals who are able to love, and give, with all that they know, simply because they want to - to give, and to love.<br /><br />It's a realization I've come to gradually, but it really hit me following my first ever birthday party we threw at an intimate lounge last Friday (pictures on my Facebook page: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/photos.php?id=502198407">here</a>). I never thought much of the occasion so I never celebrated previously, despite the pressure others have put on me over the years - I simply wanted the opportunity to bring some of my close friends together for a night, if nothing else, just to meet each other. And so, I only told a few people in advance of this party, hoping that they'd be able to make it out.<br /><br />In the end, a couple girls I've considered <span style="font-style: italic;">family</span> for some time didn't come out. One was too busy with schoolwork, which is somewhat understandable, except for the fact that she knew about this night for some time in advance and could've worked around it if she really wanted to. One girl had a legitimate reason, but one other had an even <span style="font-style: italic;">worse</span> excuse than the first one.<br /><br />I could end this discussion simply by saying that I was pretty disappointed with two of these girls. But in actuality, I think more positives came from the night than did negatives, as afterwards I couldn't stop thinking about why some of my closest friends have cared about me as much as they have over the years, when others I also regard as equally-close friends obviously don't care as much. I thought about all the stupid things I've done over the years, from the times when I was an abrasive and impulsive high school teen, to some of the lows I've gone through just in the past year, and I thought - why do I have friends that <span style="font-style: italic;">still</span> believe in me <span style="font-style: italic;">so</span> much and seem to support me unconditionally in everything that I do?<br /><br />The only answer I can come up with is that I've been blessed - I often consider myself the luckiest person in the world when I think about my life, and what I've been through. I might not be religious, but I definitely feel that I've had guardian angels with me throughout my life.. So, as my 22nd birthday nears, this post is written for the special(est) girls of my life whose words are always with me, and whose touch I'll never forget:<br /><br />None of my 'success' could ever have been possible without each of you. Your impact on my life comes across in the way I carried myself. It comes across in the way I wrote each of my verses in every one of my songs. It comes across in the way I loved, and gave, to those around me. And now, your impact on my life can be seen in <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=36689">these photos</a>, with my newfound smile - (which is still a work in progress, but alcohol helps it seems, haha.) I guess my most recent ex was right after all - I could <span style="font-style: italic;">never</span> stop loving you girls, and I will <span style="font-style: italic;">always</span> love you girls.<br /><br />After this post, I guess my next girlfriend (in a couple years, haha) is <span style="font-style: italic;">definitely</span> gonna have to be secure with herself eh? =P<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">8:31am</span>, a day in the life.. <p style="text-align: center;">______________________________________</p> <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">“</span><span style="font-style: italic;">What if life wasn't long, and everybody got just a single moment...</span><span style="font-style: italic;">” </span><br />- <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ben's Brother</span>, “<span style="font-style: italic;">God By Another Name</span>”</p> <p style="text-align: left;">Today's selection comes from a UK band I came across a couple weeks ago that I've grown fond of over time for a bunch of reasons. At some point I'll def post their single, which has been one of highlights in my recent playlist, but I really appreciate the fact that I don't <span style="font-style: italic;">dislike</span> too many of their songs, which is rare for me. The band's name is derived from the fact that the lead singer, a self-described "beta-male," always felt that he was living in the shadow of his more popular, assertive brother, Ben. A pretty honest admission, if you ask me, and that same frankness also drives the band's art, both lyrically and musically. As you can see, I've highlighted the entire song in bold, and that's because I actually like the <span style="font-style: italic;">entire</span> song lyrically, pretty cool stuff..<br /></p> <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What if life wasn't long<br />And everybody got just a single moment?<br />If you wasted the moment alone<br />Spent your while time thinking: "Why should I need love?"<br />Then look above to the sky and beyond<br />Cos you don't know what you've got ‘til it's gone, believe me<br /><br />Everybody needs a lover sometimes<br />And you were mine<br />My God by another name<br />Everybody needs a lover sometimes<br />And you were mine<br />My shelter from the rain outside<br /><br />What if life was a car</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And you didn't really know how to start it</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Would you sit in your car like a clown</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Or get out and walk to the nearest crowded bar?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And kiss a mouth, make it smile and be proud</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">That at least you had a good time for a while?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Believe me<br /><br />Everybody needs a lover sometimes<br />And you were mine<br />My God by another name<br />Everybody needs a lover sometimes<br />And you were mine<br />My shelter from the rain outside<br /><br />And if you hold on to me now</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And never let go</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Then I guess at least we'll know</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The sense that it all made, oh<br /><br />Cos everybody needs a lover sometimes<br />And you were mine<br />My God by another name<br />Everybody needs a lover sometimes<br />And you were mine<br />My shelter from the rain outside<br /><br />But you stayed</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span></p>Kayce Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063297124689637415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956605486163535699.post-89889148410485553522008-03-22T11:46:00.005-04:002008-03-22T11:58:16.776-04:00"Then something unusual, something strange, comes from nothing at all" - Damien Rice, "Amie"its been a chillin week.. been up to a bunch of things, that i may or may not write about later on when i have more time.. for now i'll jus say that i've been in a good mood, and that i've been smiling lots lately.. feels like a personal change thats taken place subconsciously, but i can't really explain it so i'll leave it as it is - a positive thing..<br /><br />will update everyone with details for my first ever (and i mean ever) birthday jam coming in early april.. for now, back to cleaning my place - fam's in town..<br /><p><span style="font-style: italic;">11:56am</span>, a day in the life..</p> <p style="text-align: center;">______________________________________</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Tell it like you still believe - that the end of the century brings a change for you and me" </span><br />- <span style="font-weight: bold;">Damien Rice</span>, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Amie</span>"<br /></p>gotta make it clear before i post these lyrics.. but this isn't for anyone i know (specifically the girl that works with me and another girl that modeled for me in the past with the same/similar name) - i jus like this song a lot =) not too much to say except that i really appreciate the unique quality/character behind Damien Rice's voice, and that the classical instrumentation (violins usually) is a fresh musical perspective to what we (consumers) usually get these days from the cookie-cut formula-produced "artists" that otherwise dominate the market.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Then something unusual something strange</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">comes from nothing at all</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I saw a spaceship fly by your window</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">did you see it disappear?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Amie come sit on my wall and read me the story of Of O</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tell it like you still believe that the end of the century brings a change for you and me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Nothing unusual nothing's changed</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Just a little older that's all</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You know when you've found it there's something I've learned</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'cause you feel it when they take it away hey hey</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Then something unusual something strange</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">comes from nothing at all</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">But I'm not a miracle and you're not a saint</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">just another soldier on a road to nowhere</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Amie come sit on my wall and read me the story of O</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">tell it like you still believe that the end of the century</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">brings a change for you and me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Amie come sit on my wall and read me the story of o</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">tell it like you still believe that the end of the century</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">brings a change for you and me</span><br /></div>Kayce Photographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00063297124689637415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956605486163535699.post-13751945884499024772008-03-17T15:17:00.003-04:002008-03-17T17:00:44.637-04:00"I wanna put my fingers thru your hair, wrap me up in your legs.." - J Holiday, "Bed"as another crazy/eventful weekend passes, it can only mean one thing - another hectic week is beginning.. gotta say, getting everything in place for the car show took a lot out of me given the mood/frame of mind i was in last week.. and considering how sleep deprived i was, i def have to say i'm happy with everything i was able to do this weekend.. i could sit here and talk about the various last minute "surprises" sprung on me last week, but a big part of the life i lead is about being able to make adjustments on the fly and thriving under difficult situations, so that's that.<br /><br />Darknights at Performance World was a bit slower/quieter than i had expected, but it turned into quite the memorable weekend nevertheless.. aside from giving our girls a chance to shine in a high-traffic forum like a car show, this weekend was important in the sense that i was also able to evaluate some of the new talent we've recently added to the team.. i was definitely happy to see some of the girls step up in a big way and rep it right, despite whatever distractions and difficulties they faced also.. not really any surprises in terms of how i expected each of the girls to perform and interact with one another, so that makes this a great building block that i can lean on, moving forward with the various other projects/events we have for the future..<br /><br />other things that added to the weekend? being able to be a part of the solidarity that each of us who knew Ming needed, and being able to count on a close friend jus to make that happen. jus as it was when i first heard the news, it was unreal to see someone so young and universally respected pass like that (figuratively as well as literally, when the casket passed and was lowered) unfairly, but i think seeing the number of people from different walks of life who cared about him come out and celebrate/remember Ming's life gives us strength to move forward, as he would've wanted us to.<br /><br />certain things stood out from the weekend.. i remember Saturday being a beautiful, sunny day, the cemetery a surreal, serene snow-covered scene seemingly shielded from the rest of the world, bearing no visible scars.. i remember drifting in and out of lucid consciousness in the car ride back to the car show, with various thoughts and emotions racing through my head as i talked with my friend.. looking back, i was glad that she was the one who had accompanied me, and frankly, i was thankful to get back into the alternate reality that is the confines of a busy day at a car show..<br /><br />thinking back, i realize that the past week probably affected how i handled certain things differently this weekend as well.. i first pointed it out to some of my girls as we were heading to the car show on Friday: i actually felt completely calm and relaxed, whereas leading up to the opening of a big show i ordinarily would've probably been overly preoccupied with thinking about what i wanted to achieve that weekend and about how i was going to go about doing it.. well, def wasn't the case for this show. i still had predefined goals for both myself and my girls, and i definitely had plans in place in terms of how we were going to collectively achieve those goals for this show, i just wasn't really worried about any of it. i distinctly remember thinking to myself, "whatever happens, i'll deal with accordingly - and we'll make the most of it nonetheless."<br /><br />that same mindset probably impacted my decision to go out to be Metro on Friday and State Theatre on Saturday despite the complaints of my body telling me that i needed to sleep.. i ended up drinking so much (trust me, most of you who are reading this would've puked your brains out if you drank the same amount of hard liquor straight) on Friday that i actually felt tipsy (for a while at least) and really enjoyed myself at the disgustingly under-ventilated club.. speaking of which, State was an absolute sweat-bath made worse by the fact that i was even more exhausted than the night before.. needless to say, i still accomplished everything i wanted to on both nights and then completely passed out when i got home, on both nights, haha.. photos from these nights will be posted on my Facebook.. at some point, at least..<br /><br />funny thing: when i was about to write this post, i told myself that i probably shouldn't delve too much back into the subject that was predominantly on my mind last week, and that this post was going to be strictly about the weekend.. instead, i ended up realizing (once again) that a lot of what transpired this past weekend was a direct result of my experiences, or how i used my experiences to shape me for the better..<br /><br />so on that note, i'd say that each and every one of us needs a reminder from time to time, whether literal or in the form of something that takes place around us, to stay grounded and focused in our journeys to where we want to be.. a few months ago, i would've shaken my head at and been disappointed by some things done by misled individuals around me, because i'd care about them despite their flaws, and i'd wish that they could think for themselves. today though, as i saw yet another indignantly immature display of misconstrued superiority in the form of yet another self-righteous Facebook note from a girl i used to have high hopes for, i just smiled sadly and hoped that for her sake she could figure it out someday and climb off her self-built pedestal in order to see things for what they really are, for once.<br /><br />might seem callous, but it makes life too complicated when you start worrying about the livelihoods of individuals who don't care about their own lives and the impact that their lives have on others - i've known what my purpose on this earth was since about the time i was 16, and my work is far from done so, without further adieu...<br /><p><span style="font-style: italic;">5:01pm</span>, a day in the life..</p> <p style="text-align: center;">______________________________________</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Love is war - I'm your soldier, touching you like it's our first time" </span><br />- <span style="font-weight: bold;">J Holiday</span>, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Bed</span>"</p>yesterday (Sunday), as i was finally coming home from the car show, this song randomly popped into my head and i eventually ended up singing it quietly as i walked into my condo with a smile.. def one of my favourite songs, but on that particular day, it invoked a special mood in me and i couldn't get it out of my head.. today, i woke up still in that same, warm mood without having a clue as to who or what had brought on this change in me. none of the explanations i've thought about today really makes sense, and several hours later, this song is still on repeat so instead of trying to explain how i feel right now, i decided to just share it =)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Girl, change into that Victoria Secret thing that I like</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Alright</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ok, tonight your having me your way</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Perfume, spray it there</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Put our love in the air</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Now put me right next to you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Fittin to raise the temp in the room</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">First rub my back like you do</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Right there, uh-uh, right there uh</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">You touch me like you care</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Now Stop</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And let me repay you for the week that you've been thru</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Working that 9-5 and staying cute, like you do</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">oh, oh, oh</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I love it (I love it)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You love it (You love it)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Everytime (Everytime)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We touchin (We touchin)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I want it (I want it)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You want it (You want it)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'll see you (see you)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In the morning (In the morning)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I wanna put my fingers thru your hair</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Wrap me up in your legs</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">And love you till your eyes roll back</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm tryin to put you to bed, bed, bed</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'mma put you to bed, bed, bed</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Then I'ma rock your body</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Turn you over</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Love is war</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm your soldier</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Touching you like it's our first time</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'mma put you to bed, bed, bed</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'ma put you to bed, bed, bed</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm staring at you while your sleep</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Irreplaceable beauty</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Put my face up in your neck and breathe</span> (aww, breathe)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Take you into my senses</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Wake up, it's time to finish</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Round two, It's round two</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Matter of fact it's closer the three</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">She like, "how long I been sleep?"</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Shorty, kisses turn into the sweetest dreams</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Like give it to me</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And I can feel her tell me</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My angel this is wonderful</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thanks, for letting me bless ya</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Come down, fly, right, drift back into heaven</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I love it (I love it)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You love it (You love it)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Everytime (Everytime)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We touchin (We touchin)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I want it (I want it)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You want it (You want it)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'll see you (see you)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In the morning (In the morning)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I wanna put my fingers thru your hair</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Wrap me up in your legs</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">And love you till your eyes roll back</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm tryin to put you to bed, bed, bed</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'mma put you to bed, bed, bed</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Then I'ma rock your body</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Turn you over</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Love is war</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm your soldier</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Touching you like it's our first time</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'mma put you to bed, bed, bed</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'ma put you to bed, bed, bed</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">[Bridge:]</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Watch the sunlight peak over the horizons</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ou-Ou, Ou-Ou, Ou-Ou, Ou-Ou</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sun ain't the only thing that's shining</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ou-Ou, Ou-Ou, Ou-Ou, Ou-Ou</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Now, <span style="font-weight: bold;">I'mma send you out into the world with my love</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tell everybody aye, aye, aye [x10]</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I wanna put my fingers thru your hair</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Wrap me up in your legs</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">And love you till your eyes roll back</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm tryin to put you to bed, bed, bed</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'mma put you to bed, bed, bed</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Then I'ma rock your body</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Turn you over</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Love is war</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm your soldier</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Touching you like it's our first time</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'mma put you to bed, bed, bed</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'ma put you to bed, bed, bed</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> [Bridge:]</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Watch the sunlight peak over the horizons</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Ou-Ou, Ou-Ou, Ou-Ou, Ou-Ou</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Sun ain't the only thing that's shining</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Ou-Ou, Ou-Ou, Ou-Ou, Ou-Ou</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Now, <span style="font-weight: bold;">I'mma send you out into the world with my love</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Tell everybody aye, aye, aye [x10]</span><br /></div>Kayce 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even when i write and speak today, two years removed from my last full-length album release, my words still ring naturally with the cadence and rhyme signed in the language of America's most representative and iconic culture: hiphop.. to repeat the words uttered by countless musical luminaries and poets before me - i <span style="font-style: italic;">am</span> hiphop.</p> <p>that being said, i've grown over the years, just as hiphop has grown over the years. and, i'll only continue to grow in the coming years, just as hiphop continues to grow. i will say that i truly love (and i know <span style="font-style: italic;">love</span> is a strong word) a wide range of music now, and i see that as a beautiful thing. i don't think being a child of hiphop music and being a music aficionado are mutually exclusive in any sense.. i believe that appreciating all forms of music allows me to continue growing as an artist, and in time it'll only serve to help me better represent the music in me the <span style="font-style: italic;">purest</span> way i know how - through hiphop.</p> <p>a while ago you said you wanted to hear my personal growth in my music, so i gave you the frankest representation of the man i've become in the <a href="http://www.truthismygame.com/2008/01/new-prizm-track-no-one-remix-ft-alicia.html" mce_href="http://www.truthismygame.com/2008/01/new-prizm-track-no-one-remix-ft-alicia.html">"No One" Remix</a> i did overnight. you said you were curious to see if the freedom still lived in words, borne of my soul.. my answer: i could never hide from who i am, and i could never turn away from what i already know - even if my experiences lead me to crossroads at times, i'd only continue growing, as a man as well as as an artist.</p> <p><span style="font-style: italic;">9:59am</span>, a day in the life..</p> <p style="text-align: center;">______________________________________</p> <p align="center"><span style="font-style: italic;">"I don't want to bring up the greater times, but i'm a dreamer - nostalgic, with the state of mind.." </span><br />- <span style="font-weight: bold;">Nas</span>, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Can't Forget About You</span>"</p><p>today's selection comes in the memory of one of my respected colleagues and friends, Ming Shin, who passed away last weekend.. he was also an avid hiphop lover and someone who's relationship with hiphop was just as personal and intimate as mine i'm sure.. "Can't Forget About You" is one of Nas ' best-written songs over his illustrious career, and is (in my humble opinion) the song that completed his "comeback" to modern relevance and also removed any remaining doubt as to whether or not his fabled position in hiphop's annals was deserved.. the track is packed with golden-age references, with fragrant realizations only possible of an individual completely at peace with his accomplishments subtly strewn in over a beautifully soulful instrumental.. i have a feeling that in listening to this track, he'd have his eyes closed with a smile on his face.</p> <p>Ming, i'm proud to say that i had the fortune of knowing you, and that i had a chance to see firsthand the influence you had on all of those around you, simply from the way you conducted yourself and enjoyed your life. i wish i had a chance to let you know in person just how much i respected you, but i know that each and every one of us is proud of you. i'm glad that your struggle is now over; you'll be able to watch over us now from a better place - rest in peace brother, you've graced us with your presence and you continue to live on through us.</p> <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Can't Forget About You"</span></p> <p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-style: italic;">There comes a day in your life</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When you want to kick back</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Straw hat on the porch</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When you old perhaps</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Want to gather your thoughts</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Have a cold one, Brag</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To your grand kids on how life is golden</span></b><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So I’ma light a cigar in the corridor of the crib</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Pictures on the wall of all the things that I did</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">All the money and fame, 8 by 10’s</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Of the whole rap pack inside of a big frame</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Colliding with big names that could’ve made you career stop</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">All that, and your man is still here, and I’m still hot</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Wow, I need a moment ya’ll, See I almost felt a tear drop</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When was the last time you heard real anthem?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Nas, the millionaire, the mansion</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Never on schedule, but always on time.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">[Chorus- Chrisette Michele]</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">These streets hold my deepest days</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">This hood taught me golden ways</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Made me (truly this is what made me)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Break me (not a things gonna break me)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">These streets hold my deepest days</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">This hood taught me golden ways</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Made me (truly this is what made me)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Break me (not a things gonna break me)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh, I’m that history, I’m that block</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I’m that lifestyle, I’m that that spot</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I’m that kid by the number spot</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">That’s my past that made me hot</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Here’s my lifelong anthem</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Can’t forget about you (Can’t forget about you)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">[Verse Two]</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Can’t forget about the old school</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Bam, Cas, Mel lie Mel flash,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Rocks steady spinning on they back</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Can’t forget when the first rap Grammy when to Jazzy</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Fresh Prince, Fat Boys broke up,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Rap hasnt been the same since</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So irregular, how it mess you up when Mr. T became a wrestler</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Can’t forget about Jordan’s retirement</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The shot Robert Horry hit to win the game in the finals kid</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Some things are forever, some things are not</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">It’s the things we remember that gave the world shock</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">They stay in a place in your mind so snug</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Like who the person was with whom you first made love</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When was the last time you heard real anthem?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Nas, the millionaire, the mansion</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Never on schedule, but always on time.</span><br />