Yesterday I woke super early in the morning and chuck down meds to ensure my meeting with my friends would go smoothly without any of my sneezing and coughing interfering. Took a train down to London in the morning and arrived in the afternoon, my schedule was pretty pack on the day. I was meeting two different groups of people and at the same time get some errands done in between (mainly finding a new pair of jogging shoes). I wanted some kind of "western" meal for lunch and so the night before I was researching a lot until I stumble upon Lily Pebbles's blog post about "The Breakfast Club". Decided to give it a go and headed to the branch tuck hidden in London Soho. There was definitely a que but a 20 - 30 minute wait for me is something I don't complain often because I believe good things comes to those who wait. Got seated at the corner of the restaurant. The ambiance was really casual, something I really appreciate, it was a slight escape from the busy streets of London as the restaurant was quite close to the infamous Oxford Street and Regent Street. I was too engrossed talking with my friend and hence the DSLR was forgotten once the meals arrived (quite fast in fact). I ordered The All American Pancakes which was scrumptious, the bacon was so good. Drools.
After that, I kiss good bye to my friend telling her I'll see her in Japan soon. (Gonna miss her loads) I decided to just take one hour to look for a pair of trousers and shoes. I was prepared to spend but not much. Urban Outfitters currently has my heart but the prices are always ridiculous and hence after a short visit, I left with a heavy heart. But I'm happy to say I found a new pair of Jogging shoes and at Schuh with a student discount. I was a happy girl until I decided to head to Costa to grab a cup of tea for my throat before meeting with another bunch of my friends, my wallet/purse was missing. I was shocked, beyond shocked, I've never lost my belongings before. I always have a habit to check my bag every single time. This could only mean one thing, I was robbed/pick pocketed. I was so distraught that I called my mum who was sleeping back in Malaysia. However, thank God that I have a habit of storing important documents/ID's/Credit Cards/Debit Cards separately. I did tell myself before if I ever loose my purse, at least only the not-so-important items are gone. I was glad I was sensible enough to do that but it was still a shocking experience. To the person who stole my purse and there was only £10 and lots of pence in it, I hope you had a good meal.
I met up with my friends a bit later because of this incident, I spent an extra hour on the phone with my mum. (I LOVE YOU MUM) I met up with my friends later than planned, had a good laugh and being comforted. Ate Chinese Food at Bayswater before heading home during Midnight. It was in fact a great day but loosing my purse definitely killed it slightly for me. Anyway, right now I'm purse-less and thinking of getting a new one during my trip to London again some time next week. That concludes a very interesting yet exhausting day in London, I came home and my sneezing and coughing returned, full force, now I'm tuck in bed, resting and getting some studying done. It was a long post but I needed to vent and share my experience to make myself feel a little better. Just another one of my life stories I can share in many years to come.
