My beat-up, aching, busted ear
01 May 2006; 9:19a
Back in Manila safely following a five-night stay in Cagayan de Oro City in Mindanao. It was, surprisingly, a very productive trip. I was able to visit two farms, and managed to line up some potential features (at least four).
The plane ride going to CDO via Cebu Pacific was good, quite uneventful. In my last post, I mentioned that I was hesitant to take it for some illogical, silly reason. Anyway, the plane we flew in was a relatively new one, an Airbus 319. Not huge, but it was ok. The trip home was relatively uneventful until the last 15 minutes or so when we descending toward Manila. My left ear got so stuffed, it took a beating. No amount of yawning and swallowing helped. It hurt so much while the plane was on its descent, and up to now, it’s still clogged up. So now, I’m having trouble hearing from my left ear. I hope this isn’t permanent, being that I’m already partly deaf.
03 May 2006, 11:26a
Took a longer break than I intended to when I first wrote this entry. Apart from the fact that I wasn’t feeling well when I stopped the last time, the heat was also unbearable, as it is now. Weather.com has the current temperature in Manila at 93°F (roughly 34°C), but they also point out that it feels like its 102°F (roughly 39°C). Sitting here in my room, it feels even much more than that. I took a shower just a few minutes ago and now I’m sitting here with beads of sweat forming on my face, arms, etc. We’ve got two fans on in the room, but they’re almost no use; even the air they circulate is hot. I’d turn on the airconditioner, but that will jack up our electricity bill to the high heavens. So suffer I must.
Unfortunately, I can’t work. I’m supposed to be editing something for work, but I can’t think properly because I’m pissed that it’s hot. I wish I could just stay under the shower, but no go. What I’d give to have a dip in a nice, cool, shaded river right now. Even an open public pool will do, so long as I’m in water. But that is no go too.
So I sit here, writing this blog entry, complaining of the heat, feeling guilty that I’m not getting any work done. Friend of mine just asked me if I want to have lunch out, but I’m broke. She’s been buying the past few times we’ve gone out so I don’t want to burden her again. I want to think properly, but all I keep thinking about right now is how hot it is (I’m sure you’ve got the idea).
Ben is here with me, sweating like heck as well. Too bad too because sometimes he gets rashes when he sweats. He isn’t complaining though. He’s happily playing on the floor, not mindful of the heat. I should take a page from him.
