Friday, July 19, 2013

Wedding Salon Experience


Love is in the air and it's time we make it happen. Today we're going to address all things Wedding Salon. Below I've enclosed a video with some of the wonderful goody gifts, in my Wedding Salon goody bag!

Wedding Salon Bridal Shows are always the best, and will surely put your love to the test. The gifts bags are comprised of wedding magazines such as: Manhattan Bride, Destination Weddings,, (201) BRIDE, Sandals, Snacks, Face Masks and plenty more goodies your way. Enjoy, from my heart to yours.

Thursday, July 18, 2013

The "Wedding Salon" at Espace: July 17, 2013

Wedding Salon is but a mere experience in time, one cannot rewind.

The Bridal Show was just the beginning and  for that, I am thankful. Yesterday, I was granted an amazing opportunity to work as a Volunteer for the Wedding Salon.

The event was at Espace, which is a wonderfully elegant venue, I might add. I had the opportunity to network and mingle with a few people in various career fields, after working. July 17, 2013 was definitely an epic moment. And I don't regret it one bit and am actually glad that I went through with it. I had the opportunity to build a show with the rest of the crew, watch it come to life, and tear it down. The aftermath was sensational.

During the day, when I'd arrived at 10:05am, duties included breaking boxes and unpacking inventory, while working with gift bags. I was also given a tour of the venue, for lack of better word; happiness yet poignant event in the life of a gal, who believes she can blog about anything and handle, and plan weddings, including her own. That gal would be me and I wouldn't have it any other way. The event would something amazing and gave me something to talk about. I'd thrive off the spirit of others and smile even when I was brought to face the rudest brides known to mankind. Some brides were sweet and cordial: well I guess, for every angry couple, you receive a happy couple. I thank God and the Universe for all of the happy brides and grooms who came through the bridal registry. Some of them couldn't take no for an answer, while others gave respect where respect was due. Other than this, handling Bridal Registry was miraculous. The couples who came late however, figured they were entitled to "Gift Bags," but the bags are given out on a first come first serve basis, which means if you weren't here for the first rush, then you receive "NO Gift Bags." You had to have already purchased one for $15.00 bloody macaroons, and if not you could always go to customer service to purchase one. That is, unless they are sold out which is even better. Not funny, but they come back to haunt you and complain. Some of the brides want to touch the registry and I'd have to constantly tell them, if you will, please bare with me and don't touch! Of course, I said this in a happy yet firm manner. But, I bet those britches hated my guts. Oh well, they will live. The brides just weren't getting it and it appeared to humor me. For every attitude, I gave an even brighter, wider smile. And that means, this lady was pumped for more I couldn't wait for the next couple. Either way, I love the planning, organizing, anal yet meticulous details that takes place when producing events such as this one. The event started at 4:00 pm and closed at 8:00pm. I worked there until 8:30pm. I loved it!

In fact, it was my idea to work the Bridal Registry at the last meeting, and I think I will do it again. I get the H.S. (Happy Syndrome) embedded in my soul and I can't let go. Even when the CEO of the company, Tatiana, called me "YOU, go find Barry," I hopped to it because a woman's got to do what a woman's got to do, and she's the boss. Also, I plan to volunteer at more Wedding Salon events so I hope all of the brides and grooms and their raging mothers are ready for me.

I believe it ended rather well in my book!!! I also went home with a gift bag, courtesy of the Wedding Salon; stay tuned for more photos (gift bag).  I am ready for more bridal shows!

P.S. All images above are courtesy of the Wedding Salon. The Wedding Salon's Bridal Show was held at Espace: 635 West 42nd Street, between 11th and 12th Avenue.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

How to Embed Tweets, Screenshots within a Story


*In order to embed tweets, log into twitter, look for the tweet that suits your interest for the story line.

*Click Expand, click more and once you click more you will see links prompting you to email or embed tweet. You want to click embed tweet

*A box will pop open where you will click Alt + Ctrl together

*After you click it you can either cut or copy the link in order to paste it into your document



1) Select Image or site you wish to have a screenshot of
2) Click Ctrl, Alt and the Print Screen Button on the Mac or PC
3) Then access and open Adobe Photoshop and open a new page
4) The page should be blank. Now this is where you click Ctrl,V
5) The Image Should Appear
6) Press Ctrl, Alt and + or - symbols to increase or decrease
7) Edit the photo to a moderate size 640 by 360 and save the file as a JPEG and it not, PNG
8) Then open up your word press or blogspot site and insert the media image

Image: VivianCampbellKVC

There's also a new program called FIRESHOT, where the system edits and captures portions of the image you want you crop for you.
In the program you can save the whole portion or half as a PDF or JPEG file and edit as you wish.
See Below! Image:

Monday, August 27, 2012

Acceptance (Would You...)

The life I lead is bold ready to unfold...I wouldn't be truthful if I came from the exact same mold. The truth is I don't and what connects us is just b.l.o.o.d. You are just my little brother and I am just your big sister. Therefore I ask of you

"Would we be friends if I weren't your sister?"

I think not for we are totally different, but what binds us is the unconditional love and the fact that we have come from the same womb..such as our little sister. Our little sister, who's quite a gem with a very expressive heart to mend. She gonna be such a riot, not on a spunky little chocolate diet. She's my little chocolate and I will feed her chocolates; the one who always has my back and I don't even have to judge. When the people chat and their words do lack....sincerity..this little girl comes to me and let's me know they were talking about her big sister, and this little child isn't one for taking crap. She reminds me of me when I was her age, she is a knowing or should I say wise child. She came here in the midst of the crowd to join us; her big brothers and sisters. And now that I am on my own..I surely do miss her like I miss my brothers too. You guys are my half and half , and if we weren't connected by blood..I wonder...

"Would we be friends?" "Would you care or give a damn?" or "Would it be different because I am unlike the clan?"

But I am who I am! A woman not detered at first glance. A woman who is determined to conquer it all and make it through this weathered storm, because I love you all. Anything in life is feasible and that is why I  do what I do to become a budding example to you. Although I don't consider myself a superb example, I am human and we all make mistakes. What is not a mistake is that I will forever be the "PARIAH" of the family.

Just as I have been. Just I have been and you'll never be able to mend what I have seen or felt. The poignant part is that I can talk about this issue and progress into the woman that I was meant to be. But I'll tell you one thing is clear, my love and passion crescendo's through the love of that chocolate bubble bee named RVB.

She is my baby sister,
She is my heart
You are my brothers,
AP JR, and BP
You give me strength even when we don't communiate
I have learned to accept things as they are
I don't go back on my word
Because if I can't come through,
Why the hell am I even talking
Therefore as I walk this earth
I have you as inspiration
You are my brothers and
You are my sister,
Truth be told,
We've come from the same womb which 
Never speaks
Sometimes in this life
We have to let it be
If not today or tomorrow
Let's leave behind the sorrow
For if I'd not make a move,
Would you come through

You are my brothers and I love you, just as I love our sister. I love you all and accept honesty. Not any apologies for how you have felt or what was said. If you didn't mean it you would not say it. No bull shit intended with a life that's unraveling.

We will change, we will grow. I am here for you...I want you to know.....that nothing else matters in the mean time because you are my brothers. You are my sister.

You see folks as things have transpired within this life, I have took it for what it is worth. I lived, learned, loved, gave it up and yet another chapter will soon capture my soul. Who cares about the love lost or not gained. Through perserverance anything can be attained.

I have never asked for a pity-plea, but self respect of thine self is what keeps me going. I will always know what's good versus the evil because of my intuition. I choose not to let the opinions of others define, though at times I worry. It's not a negative that I worry about certain things or the folks that I love, because if I didn't care I wouldn't worry. This is how I see it. My life is a big picture unfolding and so is yours.

At times the thought is pondered whether they love me or not, though just a thought I believe I am hot to trot. I actually owned a shirt with that message. Then again that is totally out of the left field and I see this for what it is, basically if I weren't not their blood they probably wouldn't deal with me (family). The funny thing is I hardly dabble in that area, life is more simplistic this way so you'll be able to expect the unexpected because people are full of messes; blood or water. I am full of messes because I have flaws and so does the entire Universe. This is what makes us imperfect poignant souls. I choose to highlight the positive aspects rather than focus on the negative. This is all you can do in life--value your love, life and self-worth because no one isn't going to love you if you cannot love yourself.

May I make a point of saying that you don't need someone else to make you happy. Happiness is in the eye of the fucking beholder; you'll either get with it or get loss. It depends on your frame of mind. I say this because your thinking is the very process that leads you to the life you have and would like to have. Everything is a process and it is not easy. It will all get better in time just as if it were a Leona Lewis love song. But, it's not so deal with it!

Concluding this segment ask yourself; would they love me if I weren't their blood or water, would they? If not, you know what to do! As the Single Woman #SW (Miss Mandy Hale) said "life's too short to go where you are NOT celebrated."

Remember this when another soul tries to rain on your parade. Things do flow with the seasons. Stay strong and not worry about your brothers or sisters.

As I look at it...there's one chocolate bumble bee who gives me divine inspiration---my little RVB (sister) xoxo. She's not afraid to be who she is at 7 years of age and neither am I!


Sunday, August 26, 2012

Heart's Survival

So this is me; Kyemma Vivian Campbell, writing again. This is the actual moment that heals my heart, knowing that the gift of words has always been embedded in my spirit yet bestowed upon me. Through my soul I've captured it all and have seen many a miracles through my crystal ball. And if I even had a crystal I'd be rich.

Do you know how many physics in New York City just get mega gigs, ripping people off?! No. I am not like this, not a physic but I trust my intuition.

No matter what happens to me I've always sprung up like the resilient flower that I am, not giving two flying fucks about what fellow man has had to say. I have led a nomadic lifestyle thanks to my mother, which led to a spiraling attitude. A happy one though now. Although I thank her because I am the very opposite of what and who she is, and yet this woman has taught me a valuable lesson.

The lesson was when it's time to move on move on and even if you're running away from the things that you seek to change--just do it. This is what I have gotten from moving so much and it made me want to face every god-for-saken thing that came past my way, because I am the very change I wish to see. I have always been me (the pariah), marching to the beat of my own drum, sipping wine rather than rum. The fact that my mother's kin hurt me when I was young didn't phase me, but lead me on a path to help others and speak out towards what was done.

I came upon this book at your nearest Barnes and Nobles in Union Square, and let's just say--the book brought me to a tear. The name of the book is "Speak." The story was of a beautiful young girl in Junior High, who had been raped in the closet by her best friend's boyfriend. Her best friend didn't believe her and it hurt the girl deeply, but she knew that she had to speak; just let it out and breathe. I thought it was beautiful that she had spoken and contacted her school administration, although the road was tough. It was a tough road, but she had too even if her friendship was never the same thereafter. The young man got what he deserved after the truth had been told. The book spoke to me.

It spoke to my heart in words louder than the world will ever know. I was always a happy child too, always had a tongue and would say how I felt regardless, and growing up I had always been called the "white girl." Those things which I called "punches" only made me stronger because I was bolder, tougher and knew what I had desired and could achieve more. Now that I think of it I used to runaway when I lived Upstate NY, before we moved to Pennsylvania. My dream home was Napa Valley, CA along with a golden retreiver. Since the age of 6 I'd been plotting this dream in my head. I had plans as a child and then my mother would tell me I had a smart mouth, as she'd found out because my brother  tattled on me. My brother ratted me out because I ran away; I had potential but I could never find downtown. Not Upstate, I couldn't...

"She'd say Kyemma you have a smart mouth and I'm sending you to live with your father."

She meant my paternal father. You see, I was smarter than my age bracket and I believe for my own good. I believe that is why I am the woman that I am today because of the nomadic lifestyle I have lead, and dreams of having my own show and writing books for the rest of my life. At one time in life, I remember wanting to practice law; I think this is only because I wanted to make tons of money and tell everyone they were the weakest link especially my mothers wannabe friends. I hated all of them and we were going to move either way. Afterall, I felt I was too good for these people, I could spell government but not my mother's boyfriend!! From then I have been taking notes about my future adult life, that's why I was a little bitch growing up. It served its purpose, what with being encountered with such illiterate fucks; a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. The things that made me ecstatic as a young girl were reading books, power-walking and listening to the likes of Christina Aguilera and Britney Spears on Z100. It was tough, but as time progressed I knew what I was working with. And honey child sugar bun, it was good. I was a good kid; I just hated moving and none of the black girls liked me in Junior High--they all wanted to fight me because I was too white for them. And I ended up becoming the only one in my class to graduate from Frank A. Sedita Academy's 8th grade class. My thing was... you cannot be mad at me when you are whoring all over the place, making it rain (whatever you call it), and then you can't even spell "Europe" and you are in the 8th grade. That's pathetic. In any case, I could defend myself and I had a bodyguard, Sarah, who was also in the 8th grade and was my back-up. There was this girl who always spoke venom when it came to me, so I had to say something. And you better believe, my Britney Spears, N'Sync loving ass said it--Dalaina had no hair, and so what if all of my friends were spanish and white, you have no right to want to fight me when you cannot even pick up a blasted bloody dictionary. Those were in fact, the highlight of my years until I moved to Stroudsburg in the Pocono's and thought I was going to bloody high school. But, the high school started at 10th grade. It was amazingly unbelievable. Somehow, someway Stroudburg became my home. It's the very neighborhood where my family had grown and have stayed the lonegest. It is the place where I would meet my very best friend, Abby Cadabby. I think she was named after Abby-Cadabby from Sesame Street; she call me a fucking idiot  all the time pending her reading this. She laughs at everything I say and she thinks I'm bossy. I am not, but prefer control over my own life. That's the life. This nomadic childhood has given me the strength to grow, find my own home, my pasta, love of coffee and wine, and always adjusting to the very notion of speaking my mind. I wouldn't be me if I were silent; I was made to speak!

I would just let it out and just breathe, just as the character in "Speak." Our lives were somewhat similar based upon what she'd been through; just talking to someone helped. Talking to someone and expressing my soul when I was 20 years of age helped me. I am not afraid to open my heart and take it all in. I am wary though because everyone who smiles in my face or says they love me is in no way my friend (including family).I feel like....where would if I didn't speak? How will I know if I'll ever be okay? Then it just dawns on you that you will always be okay because you are a survivor that has come to take her place.

I think believing, knowing and owning up to the shit you've done or been through is the biggest step in life. How many skeletons in the closet are you going to take before you can say I have had enough?! For the family or friends that love you or hate you, there's always gonna be a brighter tomorrow. And one simply cannot live their lives for the sake of others. You have to live for you; you've got one soul and body so what are you gonna do?

You can start living today; survive or pray. Whatever floats your boat, I'm here for the launch. The very choice is yours. Yet sometimes the best artists' come from the most scariest souls. Nothing will ever be easy but it's yours if you envision it.

"So my friends....what are you gonna be today....mmmh...?" The choice is yours.

Choose to survive and never fall in the cracks.

~Dedicated to someone I knew first a very long time ago: "we don't ever have to be close for me to love and care about you.You had me at the first breath."

Hope you enjoyed, everyone. Peace and Love.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Classic Night 2.27.86-2012

Nothing was as “classic” as last evening.
I’ve bounced back and sustained the drive harbored within. I thought about quitting the audition for the play this week, thought about forgetting all about my birthday because I was angry and frustrated with my mother, then I realized that it’s my birthday and no matter what news they may spew towards my way, I am going to be okay. I am going to be okay because I am a strong, phenomenal woman and I have wanted to attend that audition since the minute I laid eyes on the monologue and character break-downs. I mean, if I don’t give it a shot, someone else will! Not to mention, my best friend came all the way home from the Pocono’s just to be with me for my birthday. It was definitely my special poignant day and I have felt the love, even with a delivered call from Burberry, text messages and conversations with my brothers though not my mother (but I do miss her but am upset, and this too shall pass), but with the love stemming from the social networks and 96 posts counting: I have had love, real and unspoken, the truth and that through which is hidden. My soul can tell and I believe in it. That’s a start because, what do you have in life without the power of belief: in yourself, of others, mankind, and the journey that is in store? The date was yesterday, February 27, 2012 and it was my birthday. I had a blast and am thankful for the blast from the past, which is what it was like.

I met my best friend, Abby, in New York City in the train terminal, and she tagged along with me to Burberry to pick up my band (Burberry watch). We hopped along the city, it was more like “Sex and the City,” and proceeded to visit Barnes and Nobles, while we waited for the 8:00pm production of “Million Dollar Quartet,” to start. We read the “Help,” which is an amazing novel I happened to be finishing up, chatted about life, love and men, and shared our dreams. My dream was to continue writing and acting no matter what happens in life because it’s my destiny, and will commence forth with the audition this Thursday. I also stated that I wanted to start a “Love, Life, Relationship, Sex in the City Carrie,” kind of Column with a little twist, while working as an editor in this city for a firm or magazine. Along with this, I’d be attending auditions part-time and planning to attend some graduate school courses for Broadcast Journalism and Creative Writing. The first task I must complete is finishing my Bachelors Degree at Berkeley College this December. It will be wonderful because I am ready. Abby wants the same things out of life, but we’ve different career fields we par-take in. She’s in graduate school and for some reason, I believe she’s going to be a child psychiatrist or therapist, or work with animals. However, whatever she wishes to do in her life, she has received my support. I know what it means to follow your dream and stick through it. This, I am hoping she does and she will. I will too, and will not let another human soul take the gift of love that has been bestowed upon me. “

If this isn’t dramatic, then I don’t know what is because everything I write or portray comes from the depths of my soul.”

I’d like to think that this is the beauty from within, and you have to grab a hold of what you desire. For if not, it’ll slip away. That’s not what I want to happen with my writing or acting: this is a destiny. I’ve even had a few Professors tell me to continue writing, acting and that Broadcast appears to be in my future and I am proud. I’ll never give up something that I love because of the next man unless it’s a detriment at my seeds will, but that’ll have to come to pass in order to happen. The theatre and the writing the scripts, my story, page by page, is where I belong, and when you really sit down and think about it:

Life is one big giant story-book.”

These were the same exact feelings I’ve felt last evening, at the theatre with Abby viewing “Million Dollar Quartet.” It was aw- inspiring but, I really believe that Elvis came back to town and it was thrilling. The cast made you feel like you weren’t in the audience; you were cast (apart of) in the show. This is the epitome of what a Broadway show should be.

I had tons of fun, for after we left Barnes and Nobles, to drop off the “Help,” and then the quick run to the theatre, then I knew that this was worth every penny and minute. Seeing the show and heading to dinner thereafter.

During dinner in Chelsea at Rafaella, of course there happened to mega banter. I mean, what happens when you put Kyemma Vivian Campbell aka “Vivian Campbell” and Abby Francis in a restaurant together, there’s going to be immense chattering. Meaning, we haven’t spoken or seen one another in a while so this was bound to happen- the talking. Please do know that everyone speaks. We have been friends for 12 years so that should explain it. The funny thing is I cried when I opened the card, to the photo snapping and the excessive conversations regarding the convoluted illusions the world will try to place you in, men, and all the usual stuff. It was something to talk about and I think it makes the history between us so very interesting. That’s the deal.

So I’ve had my Pinot Noir, my pasta and the theater, which will always make my night! Not to mention a gift card from Forever 21: I love them along with many others- well, their Love21 and Heritage lines. The point is, my birthday like any other day, turned out to become my day except it’s a special day. I know that I am blessed beyond belief, relief and the theatre is my special friend yet the key to my heart.

Like Professor Minkus-McKenna says Never stop writing, never stop..”
Therefore if I never stop writing I’ll never stop the stage.

Thanks to the many special, wonderful people in m life for making my birthday turn out this way. It was fun; can’t wait for the photographs……©February 28, 2012.

"Almost 26," featuring "K. Vivian Campbell," with special guest, "Linda Mui"

The date is February 25, 2012, which is exactly 2 days before my 26th birthday on Monday. The date is 02/27/1986……
Words cannot describe the uber joyous love I feel. I had a grand time celebrating my upcoming birthday with my good friend, Linda Mui. I have a feeling, we'll always be friends as close as they come, a year from now and forever. At least that’s what the card says and I love cards: I’m a sucker for the words because they stem from a symbolic meaning between two spirits, people, life or whatever you’ve deemed true. I loved the card and the book, which I thought was so sweet even though I already purchased the same copy a year ago. Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang is what they called it: the book written by Chelsea Handler. It was a nice gesture and I'm going to get a new one once she returns it: The Lies that Chelsea Told Me. And yes is another Chelsea Handler book. That was beside the point. Dinner at Luce's on the Upper West Side was amazing and I adored yet savored the Pinot Noir. Along, with our chats of love, life, romance and the funny shit that happens in my life. You know, I never cease to amaze myself or others (including Linda), because I happen to be the only person I know who can attract the attention span of a freaking weirdo or slum-lord, while reading Chelsea Handler or writing about the everyday shit we call life. Happily of course, besides that I do seek to inspire. But, there aren't enough sane people in New York City to do so. The world is so convoluted and I have associates who ask me ridiculous questions about relationships, three-some's and women: I'm not a doctor. I say I love men and I was made for a man. For those of you that don't know, I mean the penetration of man. Haha. We were all made for men, but the truth is that ladies should know that worth more than a cheap screw and a night through the drive-thru. I know from experience, once you show your ass, I don’t need so obtain some glad, “as in the garbage bags.” Well of course, I'm looking for substance and it's your character that counts: I have to think again, because I won't find Mr. Right, chances are that he'll find me. And I'm a classy woman or because I'm chatting with my friend at this Thai restaurant in Chelsea after our trip from the Upper West Side, all due to the hilariously ludicrous folks I've come across in my almost 26 years of life. I'm quite thankful and the women chatter keeps on coming. Linda and I converse with one another back and forth, decide on some drinks: the Lemon Dragon for her and another Pinot Noir for me. Followed by a “Mermaid Roll” appetizer with shrimp and bacon wrapped in a roll: it's called mermaid and it's tastes odd, which isn’t a good combination. Although, anything's worth a shot and we are still at it. It's been ages since Kiwi hell and all the crappy things we had to do in order to sustain the test of time with that job. It was hell, but we always had good times. Just like tonight, which was a lovely evening filled with drinks, Italian and Thai food amongst the restaurants. The thing is if I thought all along I'd find a hot white, black or Jewish guy to date or for a night-cap, I thought wrong. I may have been thinking it through however, I deserve better than the average few. Suddenly, I don't think I'd do the night-cap as I'm seeking something more valuable, not your local dollar store bum. There's got to be more to life than that, but we sure as heck know I wasn't finding a white man there. Well, not one that was available at the Thai place. It's funny because Luce's was like that, but brewing with more older refined clientele, a more than we could count. Although, I love the fact that the place was classy and well put together. Much more my style, even if the waiter abhors their job. I felt we tipped him “our waiter” well over the charm rate. I say charm rate because we weren’t given none whatsoever. And they should put a smile on because this world isn't nice. I suppose Italian isn't his thing, and he couldn't even recommend me a meal because as he says it "I don't do pasta." It's like this "you cannot do pasta, you ass-wipe, you must eat pasta." I hope he understood this (even if I was pondering the very thought) because he was still angry when we left. Linda and I remained hospitable. He hates his job and the proof is in the pudding…. The grand point I'm trying to make is don't worry, be happy because life's too short. I had a wonderful time with my good friend today, my birthday is Monday, February 27th and I'll do it all over again with another friend, while going to see a play. The name of the play is “Million Dollar Quartet.” It's fun to catch up with good friends and loved ones: especially the smart ones. It's best to stay on the same page. Live, love, laugh and be true to you. That's what counts: the simple things. I’ve enjoyed while catching up and I only wish I could catch up with a decadent piece of testosterone, but the time with come for that. I'm about that: but now I'm about me. I come first and my circle... I think the dinner was good and can't wait to go see "How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying." ™ We'll have a blast at the show. The thing is, I hope the ushers don't have a fork up their ass like our waiter. We had fun and I'll do just that, known as Linda's indirect suggestion: compile this and every other experience into one book. It'll really stir the waters. Anything's possible and the birthday countdown begins… The ending of 25 is the beginning of something new...if you can act, you can write it. ©February 25, 2012.