Kiera Roxanne's Brain Farts

I don’t know larh darling…

kieraroxanne — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 06:43:59 +0000

Merry Xmas, from Timbre 1.

kieraroxanne — Thu, 31 Dec 2009 07:23:15 +0000

Ho ho ho, nyahs & sundals. That’s pretty much the theme for that evening. Apparently, I know it’s kinda too late to even be updating this, but I actually have a clear memory of what happened that night.

Initially we literally went for a last minute Xmas shopping for the Timbre’s gift exchange, thinking the whole TImbre’s taking part, but it’s only for like the usual suspects. Baaah.

I had fun, really. Was camwhoring the night away, me and MB being in character for being a rowdy bapok and then practically I was table hopping to Goodfellas & friend’s from the usual bunch. Lenny has been really awesome to follow me and celebrate this Xmas together. Love Lenny alot alot.

Dancing the night away with my heels, mind you… to Bohemian Rhapsody & September. Jumping up & down mcm takde kerja gitu. Balek kaki sakit, nyah! Ampun!

Till then, enjoy our fun madness!

The Proposal.

kieraroxanne — Sun, 27 Dec 2009 11:47:48 +0000

Andrew Paxton: Three days ago, I loathed you. I used to dream about you getting hit by a cab. Then we had our little adventure up in Alaska and things started to changed. Things changed when we kissed. And when you told me about your tattoo. Even when you checked me out when we were naked. But I didn’t realize any of this, until I was standing alone… in a barn… wifeless. Now, you could imagine my disappointment when it suddenly dawned on me that the woman I love is about to be kicked out of the country. So Margaret, marry me, because I’d like to date you.

Am always a sucker for romantic shites & fairy tales. Cut me some slack.
Maybe now I know the reason why I love doing wedding photography.

What’s on repeat mode?

kieraroxanne — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 08:31:22 +0000

I can’t believe how you looked at me
With your James Dean glossy eyes
In your tight jeans with your long hair
And your cigarette stained lies

She’s an amazing mofo. My bad.

Seriously, I need to start blogging again.
Like an 18-yr old.
HAVE TO FIND TIME.

humanstory

kieraroxanne — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 10:05:40 +0000

Jamilah and Wissam Wedding from William Gaff on Vimeo.

I actually thought this is a sweet put-together documentary video of a wedding. Seriously I’m just putting this so anyone can recommend me anyone who can do this locally? Cos sadly, most I see it’s too much music larh…

From humanstory.

Hindustan.

kieraroxanne — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 06:22:46 +0000

So much so that I’ve been influenced by anything Indian as of late, including the dual Indian weddings that I’ve covered (though one is married to a Cheena), the colleagues & also the late night outing to Mustafa centre on a pathetic SUNDAY (imagine the crowd)… don’t be surprised if ever I’m getting married, it will be a twist to the event…

Though I believed aku tetap Bohemian mentel di hati. HAHA!

And oh, have I mentioned that I have managed to get Ibu to agree to my 200-guest list. Wohoot! And I didn’t even have to bother to fight for it, she just decided to go, “Let’s go with your small intimate wedding.” Either dia nak kahwin lagi, or she just can’t wait for me to get out of the house!

Even so, wedding bells are not ringing just as yet. I still got to scout for my VW camper & a whole lot of cameras to boot for my konon wall museum. Haha!

Until then, here’s what I’ve found (which of course it’s overly inspired by the Khans in KKKG & KHNH.. Go figure)

Images overload, please be patient.

Nic Sparks. Oh boy.

kieraroxanne — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 08:19:42 +0000

“I’d love to, she finally said,”on one condition.”
I steadied myself, hoping it wasn’t something too awful.
“Yes?”
“You have to promise that you won’t fall in love with me.”
I knew she was kidding me by the way she laughed, and I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Sometimes, I had to admit, Jamie had a pretty good sense of humor.
I smiled and gave her my word.”

A Walk To Remember.

“And when her lips met mine, I knew that I could live to be a hundred and visit every country in the world, but nothing would ever compare to that single moment when I first kissed the girl of my dreams and knew that my love would last forever.”

Dear John.

That everything, everything ends.

kieraroxanne — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 07:06:18 +0000

While everyone else’s at Thom Yorke, I still love my DCFC.

Meet me on the Equinox
Meet me half way
When the sun is perched at it’s highest peek
In the middle of the day

Let me give my love to you
Let me take your hand
As we walk in the dimming light
Or darling understand

That everything, everything ends
That everything, everything ends

Meet me on your best behavior
Meet me at your worst
For there will be no stone unturned
Or bubble left to burst

Let me lay beside you, Darling
Let me be your man
And let our bodies intertwine
But always understand

That everything, everything ends
That everything, everything ends
That everything, everything, everything ends

A window
An opened tomb
The sun crawls
Across your bedroom
A halo
A waiting room
Your last breaths
Moving through you

As everything, everything ends
As everything, everything ends
As everything, everything, everything
Everything, everything, everything ends

Meet me on the Equinox
Meet me half way
When the sun is perched at it’s highest peek
In the middle of the day

Let me give my love to you
Let me take your hand
As we walk in the dimming light
Or darling understand

That everything, everything ends

It’s been a long hiatus from them.

kieraroxanne — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 02:06:58 +0000

These boys are like the gym rats people like me TRY to avoid.
For every single day, they’ve been trying to buff up and the only reason they can come up with is Zoukout.
Goodness gracious.

But Saturday was extremely fun!
We had drinks, played the usual drinking games.
And MB bancuh peh bancuh, Snickers dgn chilli sauce, last-last dia yg kena down tu bende.

Love you guys.
No doubt about it.
Love Zana more for giving me that particular lecture that I need.

Hermes Leica M7

kieraroxanne — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 04:37:07 +0000

It’s bad enough that it’s already a Leica M7.
And then there’s the unfortunate Hermes.

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