The Mid-Week Syndrome

Welcome back to this part of the century, when space is truly an issue and claustrophobia has become Asia's new epidemic. And for all you workaholics out there, you know what we are yapping about if you are confined within your lil three-by-three cubicle reading this (concentrate at work, you idiot!). And of course, that piece of thing that you are sitting on rite now, ... swivels ... , because your boss prefers if you were to stay within your workspace. By that, he means that he wants that proposal done yesterday.

Back to Space. The new profound insanity of humans over-copulating, just because buying condoms over the counter can be most embarassing when the lady cashier snickers as she beeps your box-of-three pass the red beam, mountained by a few cartons of toothpaste and hairgel used as decoy. And just because the existence of male-sluts suddenly became overwhelming. Just because...

A massive problem? Ahh.. duh! Because when you think you have escaped from the bumper-2-bumper fiasco along Federal Highway or even AYE, the subway made packed sardines count their blessings. (The Fabulous One likes to think she's THE gourmet sardine, all in the name of Haute thinking). It's just a matter of time before one of us get bitchslapped by women on the subway. Yes, it is crowded. Yes, you are invading my personal space (and you might think otherwise as well, because you think you're hot and shit). No, we don't believe that contact is very inappropriate with strangers. "No touchy!"

Nevertheless, there is hope people! *Spin the Pearly Gates soundtrack y'all!*. Yes there is. We still have toilets, cubicles where we can calmly sit in there and think! We know we think best in there ... like they say, what goes out, must come in. Yes, the one place that brings back the sanity to all working professionals. Ahhh...bliss.... until your dearest colleague decides to dislocate the toilet bowl, and now my sanctuary is slanted towards the left side (he must be right handed ass wiper, ohhh aren't we all?). Sewage is now constantly leaking and it currently smells like concentrated methane in there.
NO ONE FREAKIN' LIGHTS A MATCH or we will all go down together!

Oh space. Or perhaps its just the mid-week syndrome. Whatever it may be for you, Haute Habits will bring you a wider coverage this week for your long Easter weekend. Just so you can chill, relax, be inspired and enjoy life's finest..