Robert Pattinson has cut his hair.
Deep breath in.
Deep breath out.
He is ridiculously good looking, he should sue.
(people who disagree, I bid you farewell. People who however shares the same interest in lusting over this Brit, OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG !)
Relax. He's just a boy.
We be chilled.
Nails are now decked in a dark deep shade of purple. Black if seen from afar.
Favourite buy today is a gold snake ring, something you'd see from the frail fingers of Nicole Richie and Rachel Zoe. It compliments my freshly manicured nails well.
And my grandparents hailing from Medina or Mecca, am not entirely certain, for their pilgrimage have sent me a text (no people, that does not mean it is all well in my world of communication. It was via Mum's phone) concerning my results in which I replied that I haven't received them and promise to inform them as soon as I do. My grandfather then told me that 8 is just a number and that I will grow up to be a wise, beautiful lady with penuh Iman and that is the best result in life.
Cheers to that.