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Because I live somewhere around the vicinity of the earth's equator, it isn't unusual to experience this kind of sickening heat. The kind that makes you see mirages on the sidewalk, or on the hood of your car. A cross between humidity and actual burning kind of heat. Like flames from a bonfire only ten times as huge and ten times hotter. Showering in the wee hours of the morning doesn't help - as much as we'd like to think it does, it really doesn't. You end up sweating two hours after you bathe that you'd feel extremely sticky and that, my friends, would only make you want to take a shower again. Not a very intelligent idea if you live in 2009 where water conservation is a very important international issue. Sometimes, I get all confused between global warming and the country's actual weather. Feels the same to me.

After two hours of pretending that the heat doesn't bother me, I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed myself a cold glass of mango juice. I have never been this wrong in my entire life. The jug was cold. Not the mango juice. I swallowed it with much enthusiasm, too fast, too soon. The sweetness burned my already very dry throat.

Lesson learned.