Tuesday, August 9, 2011
With the ongoing global markets meltdown, this may just be my shortest stint in a job. With companies trimming headcount, the new post will likely be cut even before I start. Good thing I have my investments to fall back on. Oh wait a minute. Explain markets meltdown again?
Hubby is so engrossed with the unfolding of the financial armageddon, that it's impossible to have a conversation without him quoting Reuters or its Sino equivalent. All these analyses on the S&P's downgrading of the US, and he only gives me a puzzled look when I interjected that Ate Guy is back.
I'm poor, so no shopping. Hubby is possessed by aliens. Friends are busy at work. What's a bored guy like me to do? What else but hit the bath house. No, not that kind, but the typical neighborhood one that's in every other corner of this city. The Chinese version of Japan's onsens.
I enjoy the saunas, warm baths, body scrubs, massages and just chilling out. Just ignore the fact that most people here like to sport overgrown bushes of jungle-ic proportions, and you'll be relaxed to the point of zen. It's cheap as well. Entrance is anywhere from 40 to 120 pesos.
While these are family places, one does get the occassional stares and smiles. All harmless though - not the place where one gets dirty. But when it happens, I admit it boosts my ego. This is not one of those days though. It seems my value's gone down the drain with the rest of the markets.
photo from here