I'f you've been wondering where I'd been these past few days, I was busy. I was busy trying to find a cure to one of mankind's most persistent enemies --the cold.

After almost a week of rainy weather, typhoon and all, I counted myself lucky that I didn't catch a cold. Half my officemates had it, I didn't. Last Thursday was sunny, so me and the wife went malling. It would've been a great day had I not started spasmodic sneezing fits while we were admiring the wonderful signs that said "50% off" and "SALE!!!"

That started the downward spiral. Friday morning, I had a cold. I went to work as usual, convincing myself that I would go away in a day or two. Well, It got worse by yesterday morning. I woke up with a fever. I called in sick to get some rest. I woke up better this morning so I'm back at work.

I did have to visit the company doctor to make sure I was fit to work. Still feeling a naseous, but I'm already fine. Just a little cough now and then. I hope I don't get worse. I hate being sick.