I am now in London for my exeat weekend. Today, I woke up at about 9.30am and continued to read Salem Falls by Jodi Picoult. It is a story about a man who is falsely accused of rape twice.
When my transit roommates, April, Maryam and Opah had finally woke up, we took turns showering and when I was showering, Ain came in to claim her £59 for the Eurostar train to Paris, France.
After both me and April were ready, we set off to Whatever-The-Spelling-Is-And-Whatever-It-Is-Called Market, near Notting Hill Gate Station. I brought a book, two CDs, a handbag, food and an oil painting on canvas. Total spending: £27. Not bad.
After depositing the shopping in the safety of the transit room, we went to Westfield. And there is where the tale of Hollister VS Nike took place.
Westfield is a hugeeeeeee shopping mall, 50 times the size of The Mall in Brunei and 40 times the size of a typical shopping mall in Malaysia. Just to give you an idea of how big it is.
I had heard about Westfield from my friends on numerous occasions, and among them the tale of this shop called Hollister intigured me. According to my friends, Hollister is the must place to go, is staffed with hot Caucaesian guys and appearally, these guys possess brains the size of a pea.
So me and April decided to find out for ourselves if Hollister is really such a legendary shop. We found the shop after wandering around Westfield for 20 minutes, and walking past it a few times. When we finally found Hollister, we were gobsmacked. On the outside, it looked more like a restaurant than a clothes shop. And that was not all. A line of queue was actually there right out of the shop. You have to queue to get inside. Holy Cow. After queueing in the line for four minutes, feeling foolish all the while (April: I feel like by queueing here, it is as if I am telling the whole world, I had never seen hot guys before.), we decided to dwell not on Hollister and entered Nike instead, which is just the store next to Hollister.
Sorry, loyal Hollister fans. This time, Nike won the round.
After the Hollister VS Nike battle, we wandered around Westfield for four hours before taking a bus to Bayswater to get our SubWay subs. We then took another bus to Edgware Road, where we entered an Internet Cafe, and where I blogged this post. It is nearly 9pm now and my sub is tempting me to eat it. So I am typing off now. Will post again soon. :)
