Thrifted gauzy tunic / Vest repurposed as a half skirt / Same old jeans / Docs
I'm not kidding with that title. That's not even the first casualty for this year.
Manila is literally unbearable right now. Temperatures average 36°C and add to that high humidity and terrible pollution and you've got yourself a populace making their best impressions of Meltman. I'm lucky I'm cooped up in an office with the AC on full blast most of the day away from the searing heat, but I commute to work and let me tell you, rush hour stuck in a train filled to the rafters with fellow sweaty commoners does not set a nice tone for the rest of the day.
Yet it's not even May but from the looks of it monsoon rains are fast approaching. You know those flying insects that swarm the lights at night that signal the rainy season? We had those a week ago. My unsubstantiated observation is that the Philippines is having shorter but much more intense summers. In the meantime we gnash our teeth and suffer through hell on earth, only to wade through chest deep floodwaters once the typhoons start coming. You cannot win in this country.