Wednesday, 26 January 2011

Lost without you

When a whisper turns into a scream... 
Searching for an answer when there is none...
My tear drops form an ocean ...
Old friends become strangers ...
Lightness fades to grey ...
The power of love weakens ...
Grasping for breath with all my strength...
Yet it feels like breathing underwater...
Dying a little with every breath I take...
Trying to talk but no one is listening...
Silence becomes a deafening sound...
A voiceless sympathy is all I need...
Agony rips through me with the memories of you...
I keep searching for a place within 
Where I can live my life without you

Tuesday, 18 January 2011

AsToldByBondi: ♥~♫~♪ Music Saves My Soul ♪~♫ ~♥

AsToldByBondi: ♥~♫~♪ Music Saves My Soul ♪~♫ ~♥: "Music and Rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul ♫♫♫ Ever noticed how music calms the mood? Ever found the ..."

♥~♫~♪ Music Saves My Soul ♪~♫ ~♥

Music and Rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul

♫  Ever noticed how music calms the mood? Ever found the right words in the lyrics of a song when trying to explain your mood? There’s just something sooo soothing about the beats, the rhythm, the lyrics, the voice and oh Lord nothing better than using headphones or earphones on the loudest. It shuts the whole world out, it drowns your thoughts and it shuts the voices in your head. Boy was I glad when I first got my Beats by Dre, it was just me in my own perfect world, me and the voice booming loudly into my head. There’s never a worry for me when I've got my music with me, I drop my burden when I put those headphones on, I stop the tears when I put those headphones on, I shut out the world with my music.♫ 

Music speaks what cannot be expressed, soothes the mind and gives it rest, heals the heart and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul. Music is what feelings sound like, you can’t express yourself in your own words, there’s always a song to do that. There is a song for every situation in life, bitter or sweet, soft or loud, jazz or rap, put a song to it.♫ 

Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence; drink from it and be filled, get drunk with music, you won’t regret it. Music produces a kind of pleasure that human nature can’t do without.
When I hear music, I fear no danger, I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times and to the latest. Music gives voice to joy, sorrow, ecstasy, pleasure, lamentation and laughter. Without music, life is a journey through the desert♫ ♫ ♫ 

AsToldByBondi: ♥~My Perfect Dress~♥

AsToldByBondi: ♥~My Perfect Dress~♥: "Every girl dreams of the perfect white wedding, I dream of the perfect dress, one that sits elegantly on my body, one that drapes my curves ..."

♥~My Perfect Dress~♥

Every girl dreams of the perfect white wedding, I dream of the perfect dress, one that sits elegantly on my body, one that drapes my curves and enchant the eyes, one that makes me feel like a naughty princess ;), one that accompanies me the wearer and smiles with me too and one that frames me up like the perfect picture and makes me feel like a porcelain doll. 
Of what material shall it be made of? I don't care, shall it be soft sheer silk that caresses my skin or posh elegant lace, or rich and luxurious Duchess satin? Shall it be made of rich brocade weaves or the fine net meshing of tulles or with the plush embossed luxurious patterns of velvet? Do I want a mermaid line dress or a full Ballerina dress? An Asymmetrical wedding dress or a Ball Gown Silhouette dress?
Soo many choices to be made soo little time, but when I think of the perfect dress, I know this for sure; When I wear that dress I'm going to be the only girl my Groom sees in the room, When I wear that dress, eyes would blink, heads would  turn, necks would crane, men would lament at their loss and women would envy me, When I wear that dress, there won't be an ounce of doubt in my blood and when I walk down the aisle in my perfect dress, I'm going to know that I'm not making a mistake but I'm starting a new life being a 'Mrs' and when he twirls me on the dancefloor, I want that dress to move in accordance with me and the rhythm of the beats, softly swaying to his heartbeat. And when I throw my bouquet, I want that dress to be the memory i cling unto of that beautiful ceremony. I want my dress to define me on that ceremonial day

"A beautiful dress may look beautiful on a hanger, but that means nothing. It must be seen on the shoulders, with the movement of the arms, the legs, and the waist." 
 Coco Chanel
"A girl should be two things; classy and fabulous." 
 Coco Chanel
A dress makes no sense unless it inspires men to want to take it off you.  ~Fran├žoise Sagan


I have a Passion for Fashion and an undying love for SHOES!!! they give me the joy that not even my boyfriend can give (I hope he never sees this post) 

In life you need two things, a good bed and a good pair of shoes, when your not in one, you're in the other! Simple! I love shoes because they make me feel good and I walk tall in them (literally), shoes are the one thing that wouldn't disappoint you! (except if the heels break or the suede go bad). 
Diamonds used to be a girl's best friend but let's face facts not every one can afford one! Shoes should be your new best friend; You can always get one in your price range.
Jimmy Choo describes heels as feminine yet empowering, with a lot of sensuality to it. Ever notice how confident you get on heels, your strides change, your posture straightens, you sway your hips, and hold your head high, no matter how low your confidence was before you put on those heels, the story changes when your feet fit in place, a new aura of confidence emanates from you.   
Shoes can make or break an outfit!

I don't know who invented the high heel, but all men owe him a lot.  ~Marilyn Monroe
Funny that a pair of really nice shoes make us feel good in our heads - at the extreme opposite end of our bodies.  ~Levende Waters
“Give a girl the correct footwear and she can conquer the world”
-Bette Midler

Friday, 14 January 2011


              *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* there we are all in the room, me, him and her, the gun aimed. The deafening silence and tear-stricken faces. A mocked and betrayed bride, an adulterer of a husband and a backstabbing friend.
I was his bride of four hours and she was my best friend of 18 years. It was supposed to be a perfect day. Every girls dream; her wedding day. But here I was my tear-stricken face, mascara smudged and foundation ruined.
I noticed something was missing as I sat down on the table, family and friends were all dancing, eating, mingling, gnawing each other’s heads and just doing their thing. But the groom was nowhere to be found and so my brides maid. So I gathered my layer of gown to set out for my bridesmaid to keep me company. I checked the kitchen but she wasn’t there, neither was she at the bridal room she wasn’t with the other brides nor was she at the fountain where almost all singles were. I walked into my room but she wasn’t there so I concluded that she went somewhere to get away from all the socialising as that week had been hectic for both of us. ‘’lucky girl,’’ I thought, she could get away but I couldn’t. Then I decided to look for my husband so we could dance to our song. I checked with the grooms men but they hadn’t seen him, I checked the parlour but only the fathers and uncles were there watching football, I checked the bar and also all the rooms in the mansion but he was nowhere to be found. Weird I thought to myself. Then I realised I hadn’t checked the guest room. He could be there for a fag I said to myself. So I picked up my garment and plastered my bright smile on my face. As I approached I heard moaning and smelt sex in the air. I giggled at the thought of people getting it on at a wedding. Then I heard Mona’s voice and blushed to myself, so Mona was getting her groove on instead of keeping me company, the little tweet. I felt envious of my best friend that she was getting some company while I couldn’t even find my husband. Then I turned to go till I stopped dead in my tracks. Was it me or did Mona say ‘’Freddie’’ in her bit of ecstasy. I shook my head and started going off again. Perhaps it was cause I was thinking of him, then I heard his voice. In a mini second I was in the room, Mona and Freddie in what I can only describe as an unholy and in despicable best friend and my husband of four hours.
The tears started gushing down with no control. I stared from face to face for a minute and walked away. I ran past my mum who was waiting for me with arms wide open and her friends who she had been bragging to about me, I couldn’t stop and I knew I was leaving concerned looks on people’s faces. I ran up to the study, to the shelf and started pushing books out of the way. Where was that damn gun when you needed it? I kept searching frantically till I found it. By then the pair were successfully in the room. I walked quietly to the door bolted it and flung the key out the window, all the while hiding the gun in my massive wedding dress (thank God for big gowns). Mona started crying and apologising saying she didn’t want to ruin my day, it happened like that she wasn’t thinking and Freddie, still calling me baby at this point and saying he was tempted and he was weak, so what happened to a quick shag with the bride he had to go for the bridesmaid, was it cause her gown was easier to get out of? Tempted my ass, I pulled the gun out and that shut them up.
‘’Angie drop that thing please,’’ Freddie said softly
‘’w-w-where did you get that from?’’ Mona stammered ‘’please put it away’’
I only flashed a smile and said ‘’ there’s one bullet here and I’d want to use it wisely so shut up while I pick, you both betrayed me, do you know how bad I hurt right now? You didn’t think you would get caught didn’t you? Well life has a funny way of snitching out and this is me revenging. Mona is this your present to me? Freddie what happened to the sweet guy who captured my heart, whom I fell in love with and exchanged vows with four hours ago? This is the lifetime love you promised? You couldn’t wait one year to sleep out of our marital bed? Really? Were you that desperate? Or horny? I just don’t get it. The both of you own a half of my life, you took me for granted and this is me standing up for what you’ve done. I'm gonna have to kill one of you or better yet injure you so you’ll remember this day and I don’t care If I get thrown in jail but you two are not getting off easily. One of you just has to suffer with me. ’’ the horrific expressions on their faces told me they were shocked. Quiet Angie always being an angel and here she was deciding who to kill. Life is ironic isn’t it?
‘’Mona how could you do this to me after 18 years of friendship?’’ I asked crying but still holding the gun defensively. ‘’and Freddie if it was Mona you wanted why go through this stress?’’ I said gesturing with one hand to the gala going on in the garden of our home. Anger and disgust crept over me in a second and what they had done, the deed, the betrayal, the shame, the mockery everything dawned on me and I hated myself more than I did the criminals. I looked at Freddie one last time and then at Mona switching the aim with the look, Mona’s tears only increased when the gun was pointed at her and Freddie pleaded with his eyes. I heard my brother pounding on the door asking what was wrong and my mum, God bless her soul, asking why I was crying on my wedding day. I shot a look at the both of them to not say a word about them being held hostage. I silently asked God for forgiveness and one look at the both of them I pointed the gun and shot.