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   It was 5:00 PM and I was waiting for my cousin Areen, to get out of university so that we can go back to our apartment and rest, we’ve both had a long day and I. just. want. my. bed.

   I was reading 'Three Cups of Tea' when I got her Whatsapp,

“Sala6a:( call Dave to pick you, I wont be out till another 2 hours! Don’t be mad! Love you x”

    I was already irritated that I had to wait, and couldn’t deal with waiting for Dave to come and pick me up, so I started walking. I knew it was going to be a very long walk, but I decided to stop a taxi whenever I felt tired.. or scared. I knew that I’d get in trouble if one of my parents knew about this, but oh well.

   I was making my way back to our penthouse on the corner of Mount Street and Park Lane from the University of Arts on Oxford Street. The weather was getting colder and chillier as the sun was making its way behind the buildings to rest and have a good night sleep. I was trying to watch my steps, not to hit any of the Starbucks and coffee drinking cups that were placed all over the street by the numerous shoppers that were camping outside of H&M.

   
   Tomorrow morning is a big day to a lot of bloggers, fashionistas, and fashion critics! Its the release of the ‘Isabel Marant Pour H&M collection’ and I’m sure that the majority of girls and boys (maybe) out there would want to get their hands on the newly unveiled collection. Who wouldn’t want a designer piece with the price of a non-designer piece? No one, but no way in hell am I going to wait for more than 7 hours, to be pushed by lunatic shoppers, and run around a shop trying to get a couple of pieces that I’m not even sure if I really really like or want.

 

  When I dress up to a place I always aim for an outfit that looks neat, casual yet classy (don’t ask), but always ‘according to the event/place’ kind of style, therefore you can tell that when I go shopping I don’t just buy anything just to “buy it.” I would usually try it on, see how it looks on me, imagine how it would look with certain accessories that I have, and then consider buying it. It really is a long process, but then if you look at my outfits, you’d understand.

  I had a black long rain-jacket on me, balenciaga bag on my rest, fitted black ‘Ballin’ beanie on my head, and black converse on my feet. No I’m not goth, I just like black.

 I was scrolling down my Twitter timeline as I continued walking, when I saw Faisal’s Foursquare check-in at Selfridges. Sh*t. What is he doing at Selfridges.

Who is Faisal and what is he doing in Selfridges?

Stay pitched for the next chapter to know more x

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