Stress Therapy
Yesterday- after the work stress, friend stress and etc stress, tidied my work and emailed BB2 to set a meeting at 3:30pm. Waited and waited for him to reply his usual short .."Hi, See you then" but none came. So, decided that if he didn't reply by 5pm, I'm out of here. Where else but shop till I drop. Shopping (o bad habit of mine) is my personal therapy for stress. Took the 5:25 bus to town- got off and went to SuperDrug to get moisturizer and shampoo- but it was closed. So, had to walk further down the cobbled streets to the much expensive version of Superdrug ie. Boots. After contemplating on which moisturizer to buy, for which i need to think of aging vs non-aging, rich vs light, expensive vs not that expensive etc.. too many important factors to consider before deciding on a bottle (oh..and what kind of bottle- tube vs squeeze vs pump ) of moisturizer- finally I got my stuff!. After, had to search around for a door out of Boots as all the other doors were locked for it's nearing closing time. Asked one of the ladies (should've done this sooner) and finally found the door.
The street outside was deserted... only a handfull of people were sitting around...several street sellers were clearing out their merchandise into vans, an antique dealer was still talking to a lady customer but all the other shops are closed and I had to go somewhere else to shop..really, going home is not an option. I need somewhere else to release my uptight emotions. Without thinking twice, found myself into a 'I could do better with a clean' cab to ASDA. To conpensate for the not plush ambience of the car, the driver was quite a gentleman-ok la.. opened the door for me, he did. He didnt strike a conversation though, I guess because he saw I was too busy with my mobile. Was sending text messages to dear sistas back home -"Tension arini (today). Splurging cash at the moment! ".
At ASDA, I spent- spent and spent. After 3 hours, took another cab home. After all that, I felt better but not enough .. infact a wee bit tired ..(so much for therapy!) . The cab fare alone to ASDA had cost me a return bus ticket to London :(. Anyway, had salad for dinner, watched the last episode of FRIENDS (which was rather dissapointing, they didn't really end it with a bang), then watched the very 'selamba' Jonathan Ross on BBC1 (who tried to cajoled Janet Jackson to talk about the Superbowl thing by first asking her about the tatoos on her body..hehe). After changing channels..drifted off to sleep.
The street outside was deserted... only a handfull of people were sitting around...several street sellers were clearing out their merchandise into vans, an antique dealer was still talking to a lady customer but all the other shops are closed and I had to go somewhere else to shop..really, going home is not an option. I need somewhere else to release my uptight emotions. Without thinking twice, found myself into a 'I could do better with a clean' cab to ASDA. To conpensate for the not plush ambience of the car, the driver was quite a gentleman-ok la.. opened the door for me, he did. He didnt strike a conversation though, I guess because he saw I was too busy with my mobile. Was sending text messages to dear sistas back home -"Tension arini (today). Splurging cash at the moment! ".
At ASDA, I spent- spent and spent. After 3 hours, took another cab home. After all that, I felt better but not enough .. infact a wee bit tired ..(so much for therapy!) . The cab fare alone to ASDA had cost me a return bus ticket to London :(. Anyway, had salad for dinner, watched the last episode of FRIENDS (which was rather dissapointing, they didn't really end it with a bang), then watched the very 'selamba' Jonathan Ross on BBC1 (who tried to cajoled Janet Jackson to talk about the Superbowl thing by first asking her about the tatoos on her body..hehe). After changing channels..drifted off to sleep.
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