The Philippine Star reports that Saturday peaked at 35.8 degrees Celsius (roughly around 96.4 degrees Fahrenheit) here in Metro Manila. The high temperatures meant a trip to Bench Fix at Podium to get a haircut, and getting as many Quickly taro shakes as I can into my system. I’ve taken to filling my beer glass with more ice cubes at the risk of diluting below-zero beer, smoking menthol cigarettes, and wearing thinner jackets.
Yes, it’s that freaking hot.

I don’t know if your mid-twenties should classify you as “old,” but I like to think I’m a hodgepodge of obsolesence and idiosyncrasy in fashion. Black shirts weren’t as cool as they were when I was younger. Nobody wears jackets in the oppressive heat of Manila. Button-down jeans are so last century. High-topped Chucks and boots are pretty much passé. Long hair is a vestige of a bygone era: these days, it’s no longer fashionable because it’s perfectly acceptable. Heck, I needed to ask a friend if the frames of my new glasses are more… well, “cosmo.”
