Came across this picture by Merol, a magnificant artist.... Just loved the way he took the pictures in different angles and perspective... Often giving me the insides of representation of my upmost current feeling... Just like you knowing that your Hermes, crocodile Birkin bag will be at your gasp in a matter of days... The joy is mutual...
Recently, don't seems to get into the christmas mood and not very pleased with my performance and the things i expect to happen around me... Maybe i'm a control freak by nature... Been down, down, down.... Must be one of those days i wished i was never born...
Today is a rainy day, thus skipping school will be wise and rot in bed... Reading a book brought back by my dearest fren, adrian, from India.. The latest copy since the last hit, The Devil's Wear Prada, by Lauren Weisberger.. Cool!!
A Quote from the one that inspired my artist,
Artist's Statement
"Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me,
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too.
Bad dreams in the night
You told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights.
Heathcliff, it's me, your Cathy, I've come home. I´m so cold,
let me in-a-your window "
Wuthering Heights Lyrics
by Kate Bush
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