Random? some DOESN'T like it hot

Namaste Readers,

I'm glad I'm vacationing/interning in the Philippines (PI), but at the moment I find it weird/strange because I was here only 7 months ago.  Albeit that was a trip with a different meaning ( as always with every trip ), this trip is unprecedented ( compared to the pattern of visiting at least every 3-4 years ).  The consistency is reassuring, yet the ( minute ) changes are shocking.

It's a given that a tropical island along the equator (PI) during the summer season will be hot regardless of any type of preparation.  I had limited space in my luggage ( didn't want to carry all that baggage ), but I still had to retain versatility in style ( diba? ): clothing that can adapt both in cold and hot weather.  So I wore an off white/light gray cotton and breatheable pants ( looks like pin-stripe up-close ) and navy blue collared t-shirt with an asymmetrical Calligraphic design.

Contrast is important ( not just in color but also in texture/layer ).  I wore a dark gray sweater/blazer.  I'm also a fan of juxtaposing cherry brown with any shades of gray so I accessorized with a cherry brown belt and sandals ( which some have joked as Jesus shoes ).  I was so ready to face the heat when I arrived at the Ninoy Aquino International Airport.

After taking off my blazer, rolling up my pants, and removing my tan-colored socks, I started fanning myself with my straw Fedora, and then with my handkerchief.  I unbuttoned my shirt all the way ( not a J-Lo deep "V", just 3 buttons ).  No matter what I did, my shirt started sticking to my back and a bit above my stomach.  I smelled cigarette smoke ( and hoped I wouldn't start coughing wildly ).  People with Balikbayan Boxes taller than themselves zigzagged towards their rides.

I moved towards the safety and shades of the phone stalls.  Even a hint of a breeze was a blessing as cold air sinks and presses, while hot air rises and pushes.  I wasn't going to be riding in an air-conditioned taxi anytime soon, so I sat on my luggage, took out my mp3 music player, and listened to voices both soothing and cool ( malamig ).  I'm melting, why fight it? Why not go with the flow: a downward flow?