The summer is becoming too much for me, if there’s such a thing. I have summer dresses that literally were meant for warm weather, but they too seem like if worn, I’ll end up in a heat stroke.  Instead of dressing up as myself, I opt to dress as someone else being a tad too mediocre just because the season is so selfish as to not even lend several cool winds by my way. On the other hand, I’ve been hunting on shorts, denim cut-offs, or denims that I’ll cut off myself because that’s just the most practical thing ever. Sheer tops well, that aren’t so sheer (no indecent exposure for me), are perfection. Yesterday, as I was hoarding tuxedo blazers and such at a nicely ventilated and positioned warehouse (located in Ortigas), my shoe decided that it wanted to die. Luckily, the store carried flip flops and those rubber sandals you see everywhere that comes in a cheapie price tag. I opted to buy the latter as I’ve sworn not to wear flip flops on Sundays, but ended up ranting because when I said that the sandals carried a cheapie price, I didn’t expect that later on I’d be bothered because they looked really cheap. As I later went on to Shangri La (the mall, not the hotel), I painstakingly tried dozens of shoes, but for some reason nothing caught my fancy. All I could think of were my unworn bejeweled and sequined and embellished lovely sandals at home waiting to be worn on a desperate Sunday like this.

The shorts are a girl’s best friend this incredibly warm season.

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