Leave No Stones Unturned

I once managed an artist that went by the name of Rook. In 2006, I discovered his music through a forum and it hit one out the ballpark. I took an aggressive approach, someway landed his number and signed him to my label that year. His first project took off and gained worldwide recognition in the independent market, with large sales distributed to Europe.

In 2008, it was evident we were going our seperate ways. As fate would have it, Rook was incarcerated for an undisclosed term. On my end, my days in New York were growing short and I would eventually make the move to Europe. However, we haven't been so far apart yet. I wrote him a postcard when I got here, and yesterday, I got a reply.

It was touching to know how someone in such unfortunate situation could view life in a brighter light than most who have it all. It was encouraging to know he wasn't just scratching out days but rather making the most of it by working out, reading, studying and even writing a book. It was inspiring, most important of all, how he's growing spiritually and closer to The Lord.

Once a bond formed through mutual respect and affection for music, we now stand as brothers under the loving forefather of The Lord. I'll never forget his last words in the letter, 'Leave no stones unturned, and live it up.'

If you know Rook in any way, shape or form he would love to hear from you. If he wrote me back all the way to Paris, he can definitely write you back. He longs your support...Please direct all letters to the address below:

Cyril Kim
P.O. Box 16700
Golden, CO 80402


My prayers go out to you...FREE ROOK.

100 Dove Salute Sean Taylor

For those of you who know me, know the Washington Redskins are an integral part of my life. It dates back to 1995 when I first became a fan, while I was residing in McLean, Virginia at the time. My passion for the game of football and the Redskins never grew thin throughout the years I lived in countries such as Peru & Korea where American football is non existent. However, during those times it's quite surprising to think that I never had a 'favorite player'.

As soon as I returned to America, this time to New Jersey, in late 2003, I caught up with the 2004 NFL draft anxiously waiting to see who the Redskins would pick with the 5th overall choice. There we chose a safety by the name of Sean Taylor from Miami University or aka "The U". I jumped up from my couch and screamed in joy so boisterous that my mom downstairs told me 'you sound like a psycho'. I thought we drafted one of the most dynamic players to ever play the position.

My oath under this man's ability did not go unreturned. He became one of the center pieces of the defense, capable of covering wide recievers man-to-man, covering 3/4s of the field himself as a safety and knocking you out with those vicious hits like a linebacker can give you. Every time he played - it was like being glued to the TV the whole game like Michael Jordan made you do - because you never knew when he was going to make that exciting play. Subsequently, he was earned two Pro Bowl honors in his short four year career.

Then came November 27, 2007, Thanksgiving Day. He was shot in the leg by burglars attempting a robbery. Sean Taylor lost so much blood that he would not recover from the wound. He had been trying to protect his girlfriend and an 18th month year old whom were sleeping with him in the room. His loss still affects those who were not only close to him, but those who looked up to him as a player, father and a friend. I changed my blog to black, for today is his one year anniversary. In his remembrance, 100 dove salute to now God's starting safety. Rest In Paradise...We miss you dearly...


Your loss is deeply felt...

New Horizons

A change of scenery doesn't necessarily just bring you to a new environment, people or a new culture to bode with. But a change of place brings you a change of pace, from your daily routine and from your comfort zone. And those changes combined bring you to new discoveries within yourself. The things you were never used to doing, the roads you never crossed, you realize, can actually bring light to the world you haven't seen yet.

Since the day that I was born up until this point, I can count with the fingers of one hand how many books I've read. I never liked to read, I thought it was boring and I was living in the high-tech generation preferring to see the visuals. And here I find myself today already finishing two books within a month and already that's all of what I've read up to this point. I realized how much depth reading brings and not only does it teach but it inspires. It can provide you with so much knowledge and understanding as well as motivation. And all of a sudden you find yourself having answers to the questions you had for yourself as well.


'A Year In The Merde' By Stephen Clarke
Stephen Clarke is a man from England who comes to Paris for work and discusses his work experience, cultural differences and many of his romances. I definitely could relate to his experiences adjusting to a new city in Paris.


'Become a Better You' By Joel Osteen
A book on better ways to live your life, not only through just motivation but positive outlooks and optimism. It definitely helped me crawl out of a very negative stage and I've been a positive man ever since...

It's Snowing!

Now, one thing you can't expect to be good in Paris is definitely the weather. More like the London weather, maybe not as bad, but similar in a lot of ways. Cloudy, rainy, windy and just ever changing throughout the day. Even in the coldest winters, it'll drizzle rain than shower snow. Matter fact, it never snows I hear.

But I caught a glimpse. For a short 5-10 minutes, it was pouring snow! The non-sticky icky ones, but still!



I still remember the first time I came here, and after being around the sun so much during my last months in NJ/NY, the weather almost severely put me through depression. It was just so gloomy day in and day out, but funny now I don't even notice it, ha. It is what it is and I'm just happy to be here...

- On a side note, gotta love the full body soreness after an intense workout...

Football Season Has Begun!

While my folks at ACC back in Jersey just ended their football season, mine just started today. Like I told my man J. Peezy, it felt like like I was fresh coming out of offseason after getting traded to Europe. As they've been playing their games I have been itching to run out there as well since I got here. So much that I took my dad to the park and started throwing the football to each other lol. Luckily, while my sister in law was in town for a business trip and as I was showing her around, I caught a buncha American dudes playing flag football. Wow, I thought what a blessing from God. It's even quite surprising to catch someone speaking English in Paris, yet alone American English is even more scarce, but American football?!?! I had to take advantage of the situation and went up to 'em like 'yo, you gotta see me play'. Lol, I'm just playing.

As I joined them on the field, my debut was already spoiled by massive cold weather mixed with rain. The field was muddy, ball was slippery and my hands were frozen to the point I couldn't feel them anymore. Although in the beginning it was a bit sloppy, once guys started to get in a groove it was all good. The most important thing was that we were all out there having a good time. I didn't quite expect a big game because it was my first, and I did just that by pulling down 3 catches, 1 TD, couple tackles and passes deflected. My biggest play came on a deep post where I made a sliding touchdown catch. But the biggest play of the game? This guy James runs deep to the endzone, QB throws a bomb, defender tips the ball, somehow spins on James's head 3 times then while it was falling, our other reciever, John happened to be running towards it & easily snatches the ball in the endzone. Hahaha, the funny thing was James had no idea where the ball was while it was spinning on his head and he had his eyes closed all cringed thinking the ball was still in the air coming after him.

Anyhow, here are some pics!

The before. Gotta have the right look to go with the plays. Lol.


Waiting to test out my new cleats.


The field we played on, right by Invalides - where Napoleon's soul rests.


After the game...


This guy was HILARIOUS. The dude is the biggest dude I've seen among of all skinny Parisians. Well, he wasn't French, rather had a Australian accent. He looked like he was on roids but that didn't matter. Dude wore a helmet throughout the entire game!!! I thought he was joking at first and he was going to take it off but nope. The whole game I was just hoping I didn't run into that thing haha.


The after. =(. I hate you rain...

The Foundation

With my days as an ambitious architect, I learned the foundation is indispensable. Before the blueprints are drafted, endless pages of fixed lines were drawn uninterrupted for nights. They had to be precise, otherwise a slight blunder - they had to be re-done.

When I was creating this blog I thought, not only is the content to be fruitful, it had to consist of a foundation. A structure that embodies me, suits me and personifies me. Every word, every line drawn up this point has done that. However, improvements will come within time.

If you look around the colors of this page, it represents my favorite color(s); brown. Notice I had 's' in parenthesis because I believe beige is associated with brown. But those colors have been fond to me for five plus years. (Now only if I could get a Louis monogram going...jp)

The title of my blog 'From Kwik to Kyubert' stands for the nicknames given to me over the years. The change in nicknames also comes from the transformations I've gone through within different stages of my life. The name Kwik was first given to me in middle school as a b-boy and has lived with with me for as recently as a year ago. I dropped it because I felt like it represented my adolescence. And thanks to Mikey Fresh, I now go by Kyubert.

The daily quote on the left hand side of the page isn't just a random quote shoved in by this blog site. I carefully choose them to the correlation of how I feel at the given moment. It abbreviates the million thoughts that go through in my head into one sentence.

And finally, the first blog I wrote below summarizes my life, my experiences and my outlook towards what's ahead of me. The three main reasons I wanted to create this blog, in order to share them for I have accumulated so much by living in different places of the world...And it'd sure be a waste to keep it for myself.

I hope you enjoy.

The Gift & The Curse

By: Kyu Kim

It's been a long way around the globe, however, my life has yet been short. I just turned 25 last month and already I've been blessed to have lived in places many could only fathom.

I always thought 24 was that age when you become an adult. Maybe it was because that was the time my mother got married to my father, but I always believed by that age a stable life were to be established.

Quite the contrary, my life by far has been inconsistent and erratic. While I never found a place to call home to - something I longed for; at the quarter century mark, I found myself, once again, packing my bags to explore the city of Paris.

If you would compare my life to the NFL, I would have played for 8 different teams in 12 different systems and with team-mates having gone in and out the door year in and year out.

If you look at the history of successful players, they've stuck with one team and a coach throughout their careers. I'm probably one of those players who have yet to reach his full potential through so many changes.

Be that as it may, the road to assuming an executive role of an organization does little use what kind of a player you once was. But rather, it's those changes that you endured that allow you to diversify your potential to be ever prosperous.

Consequently, it is the now, the present, at this moment I am utterly appreciating and embracing change. A change that might hinder my growth at the moment but develop a firm approach to the future ahead.

I've had my share of wealth and misfortune. That is why I titled this piece 'The Gift & The Curse'. But because my gift outweighs the curse, therefore, it comes first.