2 weeks to go. a.k.a Deep Rising

After a mini-crisis last night I realised how much of myself I have left in Melbourne. Aside from the obvious adoration I have for my mates, I find myself reflecting back to little things like the pavement, street architecture, buildings, and the whole 'vibe' it cultivates. Upon this reflection I compare that with my current situation, and although it is not bad here at all, I am anxious to return. Plus...I miss my dear little Cheesecake sourly.

Yesterday, attempted a piano marathon with new pieces that Ron handled to me. It's not as bad as it all seems...exception, of course, is the Lizt Ballade No.2 (putting that off for the moment).

I was comparing the photos of myself between now and last year, around the same time. It is odd how despite minimal weight fluctuations, how much fitter I seem this time, compared to the more 'flaccid' look I had last year. It is beginning to curb my previous doctrine that I look better untanned...

After intensely watching Deep Rising whilst on the cross-trainer (for 1.5 hour) at the Alexander Health Club (which, sadly, is becoming the equivalent of Fitness First...) I began to question the importance of survival. How important is it, to live? Why is there a notion of fearing death?...is fear perhaps, a fruit of venturing into the unknown?

So my question to you, my dear readers, is this: what is the most important thing in your life, right now, that makes you want to live? For example, if there was a sudden accident that occured on the plane on my way back and the plane's falling, I would want to live because of my loved ones. It may seem quite uncanny as I am such an ambitiously orientated person...but there are things in life you cannot ever take for granted.