THE MISFITS + KEO!

Last night I went to see one of the most influencial punk bands in history play @ the Pyramid Cabaret. Yes in MY city. I knew they were coming to town for the past 3 months and I knew how the tickets were SO sought after so smart little me decided to wait till 2 days before the show to actually inquire about ticket availablities. Turns out that the tickets have been sold out for like 2 months. HAH so after being turned down by the ticket outlets, I did the insubordinate thing and went to the Pyramid Cabaret the night of the show anyways to see if there were any tickets being sold at the door or bitch my way in. There was not, so I was that little whiney bitch talking about how I lost my ticket and it’s really cold in fishnets and I need shelter inside the club beside Jerry Only. So after 2 minutes, the promotor felt sorry for me and let me in. After experiencing a huge rush of nostalgia, I ended up right beside the stage as Jerry Only was walking off the stage. I ran over with my camera, asian paparazzi style and before I could say anything Jerry man-handles me by grabbing my hair and pulling me close and pressing the shutter, resulting in this picture full of awesomeness.

Doyle was at the door generously signing autograghs and posing for pictures as fans were leaving, resulting in this picture full of awesomeness.

Gaaah I still can’t believe I weaseled my way into this show for free! Thank the music gods in the sky for recognizing I love music!

I am going to marry Jerry Only one day! I love him and his talented wrinkly face!
-K

A Piece of My Heart.

Today I decided to take a trip outside the city to take a couple of pictures alone. All I had was my car, myself, my mind and my amazing blackberry. I don’t have a fancy $700+ SLR to take perfect complicated pictures, but to me, it’s not about the picture’s perfection. It’s about the delivery of the story in the image. Because I enjoyed myself so much, I decided to share a few with the world.

This was taken on the way back downtown because I read the GPS on my phone wrong. This picture was worth making a small mistake in direction. I turned around and was on my way shortly after.

Cemeteries have always had me thinking about how the people in them died. I often wonder how many of them died happy or committed suicide..

This is my city. Winnipeg is a city that’s in constant need of repair. It’s a wonderful city that has so much potential and beauty. It had nothing to offer me other than shitty men, kids throwing away their lives, girls wishing to exploit themselves for a reason to be loved and the constant need to leave. I don’t think I’ve lived in any other city that broke my heart and still have me love it with all the shattered pieces. A big city containing me and everyone, but I feel more alone than ever.

Life’s Mistake.

I’m not even going to lie. These past few weeks have been the worst for me. I’ve learnt that the people who matter are the people who can break you. And I learnt how to use the word ‘mistake’ to get us out of the most dyer situations.. In life you make actions. Actions that shape the next couple of steps of your life.. You can hate your actions if it was a bad one, maybe even regret them. But calling it a mistake? We’ll have to break it down. Mistake. n. – 1.) error, fault. a wrong action attributable to bad judgment or ignorance or inattention 2.) a misconception or misunderstanding. Now let me ask. Is it fair to rule something a mistake if at the time you really meant and wanted to do what you wanted to do? The way I see it, a mistake happens when you absent-mindedly perform an action without recollection. In other words; They are actions you had no control over. The thing about life is that you have control over everything 97% percent of the time.. When someone kills another person with intent, they had control over it. When they get caught, he calls it a mistake.. Does that make sense?

Mistake. It just seems like the perfect scape goat for every man’s trouble. I can’t tell you how many times a man has told a woman “It was a mistake sleeping with her, but I really do care for you.” Meanwhile she will take him back. And the word mistake is triumphant. But what if we look at the mistake and assume he was not intoxicated and he was not threatened into doing it. The man has free will. And that is the difference between a mistake and a choice. We can even go further and examine whether or not something is a bad or good choice in life. An apology means nothing if there wasn’t a gun held to your head when you made your choice. And it takes a person with real common sense to know this.. Calling what you did a ‘bad choice’ or ‘huge mistake’ doesn’t make sense if it made you smile when you made it…

-Jeers. K.

CANADIAN FIGHTING CHAMPIONSHIP!

So it’s the moment I’ve been waiting for since the last CFC fight. I’ve always been a big fan of the UFC, but I was severely disappointed in the judges decision to let Machida keep the belt when clearly Shogun had that match. Clearly a case of favoritism. Some people argue that leg kicks don’t win. Other fighters have lost their belts to leg kicks so it would be foolish to rule it out. Anyways, I’ve already drank away any frustrations about it. Now to keep focus on the event at hand. I’m pretty stoked about this upcoming event and I want to encourage people to come out to support the Canadian Fighting Championship. We’re pretty lucky to have a fight division with other provinces participating in it. The fights are always good and people leave happy. The event is being held at the Winnipeg Convention Center on Friday November 13th, 2009. I will be seated at a table with a couple other Peg city’s finest. There are 10 spots available to be seated with us. Just a little warning though, we do get pretty rowdy. The past CFC fights have not disappointed me as it turns into a blood bath every so often. Need I remind you all about the Perez vs. Dean fight? It was insane. Both fighters were bloody and broken and neither were supposed to be training again, but Perez is back man! I’m super pumped about all this and I want everyone to come out! That means YOU, You AND YOU. If you’re interested in general seating tickets please shoot an email to or if you’re interested in chillin’ at my table harassing the waitresses and getting hammered, shoot an e-mail to keonecra@hotmail.com This is not my e-mail, but someone will respond to you with details about the ticket pricing and availability for the coolest table at the event. Goodluck guys!

-Ciao, K

American’s Baffle Me.

So I’m perplexed at how most Americans perceive beauty.  I don’t know about you, but whenever I go out to SoCal(South California) or NorCal(North California), I love the beauty.  I think the women are very beautiful there.  This is with or without plastic surgery.  How a woman decides to change her body is entirely up to her.  But I discovered a how Californians really feel about women who are heavy hitters in the industry and Canadians like me who is more keen on artistic prevalence and school.

I get called ugly, fat and gross on a regular basis, but the way I see it, I’m still making money off of it.  I don’t walk around pretending I’m the shit.  I’m quite normal actually.  But based on what people say about me makes me seem so interesting.  As much as I wish I was a drug addict who go-go dances at random clubs, I’m actually just a student trying to get my study on.  I know I’m not fat because the idea of being a lollipop feels unrealistic to me.  Everything on my body is muscle mass.  I guess that would make me curvy and being curvy is being a woman.  And I love my body more than any other body out there.  It seems that Americans takes the internet way too seriously.  For those who know me, my main prowess is when I sit in front of the camera making videos to make someones day.  I never take myself seriously and when I write captions for any photo, it’s usually sarcasm or a fun inside joke to share with people who watch me.  Really, I don’t give a fuck about big shit photographers or putting up insane import photoshoot pictures up on the internet for little SoCal kids to look at.  They’re for me not for you.  The internet gets the shitty ones I don’t care about.  I’m a Canadian and I’m damn proud of it because I know that no one here would partake in such pety internet whining.  I’m a Canadian import model not wishing to be the next Jenny Chu, Alie Layus or Jeri Lee, because in that respect, I want my kids to grow up with a great role model.  If people don’t know who I am as an import model, it’s no sweat because I’m still raking in money from doing what I do and I get an education too.  Not bad for an ugly fatty, eh?  Hi, I’m Keo Necra CPT. (Certified Personal Trainer) and not an anorexic under-educated Barbie.  Why do Americans give so much of a shit about whether or not my tits are real?  It bugs them not knowing so I’ll let them figure it out.

It’s funny how many Americans die each year from suicide or mindless violence.  All because people are stupid enough to listen to each other bitch about the smallest thing.  Fat is like American woman’s krytonite.  I don’t understand why people find it so hard to accept themselves in the states.  SoCal is so lucky to have some of the most beautiful people in the world, but they shit on them too.  I don’t know about you, but Alie Layus is one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen.  But they go as far as calling her ugly or a butter face with a weird torso.  According to SoCal, no ones beautiful, clearly. 

But my advice to young American viewers is to listen to logic.  Your country is a mess and they need to stop all the self inflicted hate.  You are not ugly.  Do not listen to other people because in America, you can actually claim that people are mean because they are jealous for any reason.  I’m lucky I live in Canada where people have a great education and the beautiful are praised and not punished for getting far.  I love where I live but I don’t shove it down people’s throats.  I take my pride properly and I know I’m a beautiful unique person who doesn’t need the approval of other people to love myself.  True love comes from within and not the attention of other people.  I don’t care if people judge how classy I am by the color of my hair.  I’m beautiful because I can take a joke, I’m beautiful because I am able to see logic, I am beautiful because I am able to love myself and remain unphased when an undereducated American says boring and uncreative disses to me.  Seems like I have to join in on the bashing of myself to make things more interesting.  Americans consider people like Tila Curvy.  But she’s skin and bones compared to how my curves hug me.  But if I’m going to be part of the demographic that is to be considered fat in the states then I want it.  I’m a beautiful person with a great ass and amazing thunder thighs.  Fuck a starving whore.

Picture so OBVIOUSLY taken by Michael Bell, CLEARY Lololol.  I do enjoy how professional pictures like this never get seen.  Oh yeah. because I’m too humble to post them.  I don’t know about you, but my body is cut.  I can’t imagine how many times people try to duplicate my look.  I must be doing something right to evoke that.

I love where I’m from and how small and humble it is because Winnipeg is also home of one of the sexiest models in the world.  Miss Dannie Riel.  Sexy and Natural with the most humble attitude even though she truly is one of the best in the industry.

I’m all for love and I wish Americans would get better but I’m realistic and all we can do is be proud Canada has free health care and amazingly friendly people.

From the heart.
-K. Necra

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You killed a part of me.

The ugly truth behind people, beautiful, deceitful, liars, etc.
All thats left is an empty shell.

I dont trust.  That part of me died.
-7th Ring of Hell Ugly.

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Fall is Here!

There’s probably a legitimate reason why the alias of Autumn is a shitty one like Fall. It’s the time of year that makes people like me dread being alone. It’s the type of cold, no jacket can satiate. People like the idea of having someone there to keep them warm during the winter months and fall would be the time where we fall in love to secure that special someone. This totally shit disturbs my desire to be independent. Hey I’m human and I want to allow someone to break my heart one day. But today I like dreaming about it.

I’m on a quest to find a new automobile as my accident has left me without one. Preferably one I can’t die in. Like an Escalade, Hummer or something cute like that so I won’t die anymore. I’m sure you’ve all received my tweets about the accident so you can read about it there. Right now I’m too lazy to write about it and would rather talk about the situation I have with pants.

I may never wear pants again as I’ve all of a sudden grew 2 pant sizes. I’m not fat. Just in the bum. After the accident, I couldn’t eat much so I gained water weight instead of fat. It’s fantastic! I no longer have girlish ankles that make girly shoe wearing successful. If you haven’t picked up on the hint of sarcasm, you all are crackheads. Heading back to the gym is going to be retarded. I’m so excited! Like genuinely excited about the gym! I wanna be the product of my education and enjoy my amazing legs again.

Like seriously, the other day I struggled for 10 ridiculous minutes into by favorite jeans only for it to result in the worst conclusion. As I walked to the door with the false feeling of triumph and bid my mother a farewell, all hell broke loose and my ass busted through the bum seam of my pants and I ended up wearing shorts to uni in the rain.

I don’t have enough shorts! God, why do you hate my freedom! Or at least my ass’ continuity to be proportionate to my body It’s too early to fuckin’ hibernate!

-Fat ass

From the Heart.

Sometimes I give people way too much credit because I care and believe in them. Mostly because I love them even.. This year I’ve fallen in love and will only allow myself to do so once. I know everyone mocks the fact of me being single for a year. And in a way it’s ever more funny that I’ve held out for so long. I learn that mainly because it takes a person so brick hard in your life to change you in such a way that you’ve never felt quite the same since.

It took me 21 years to find the reason to just open myself up so fully that I risked the reason to suffer as my source of happiness was relevant because another heart beat was in sync with mine. But you open up because you do care and you are willing to accept the consequences and the chance that a heart can betray you. You want them to because it would make sense that someone you love and trust should be the one to honestly and truly hurt you.. Not for reasons like they don’t love you anymore, but for reasons like how they could love you as much as you love them and betrayed you anyways.. And you live with the burden. But you don’t mind because when you find someone you love beyond a doubt you will know when they have betrayed you. You would know them inside and out because you would have already committed the depths of your soul to them in the pit of fire created between two passions..

You live to trust them and they become the very backbone of the existence of your happiness. Happiness was richer and more wholesome.. Being happy itself could not be enough after having so much heart being cut out and replaced with someone else’. So much so that their absence in your presence represents a city that is full of broken hearts and yours is missing till you see their face again.. It all boils down to the happiness created between 2 people who truly have their hearts entwined with a barb wire designed to harm when either hearts decide to leave. Left behind are scars fit to mold the snowflake like barbs.. not every prick is the same.. at the same time the molds make it so much more easier for the hearts to habituate the same heart it’s always loved.. So much harder to let a new barb wire adhere to the unhealed molds that time seems to dance around to revive it..

There are different kids of love, but the kind that feels amazing is at the same time most harmful. It rips your soul forever and will be the demise of the happiness you’ve had to live without before you fell into a pool of fucking beauty. All because you were willing to fight for its pleasure and at the same time have it kill you when it ends and have it all worth it even if you are left an empty shell not wanting more than what you’ve had because it was so fucking beautiful..

Thank you. I love you.
K.