On the morning of the 6th I was warded for severe pains, later that day I was diagnosed with Appendicitis. Something you can't die from in this day and age, but still a pain to go through.

It was the first time that I had my body cut open and an organ removed, albeit a useless one. I recall lying on the operation table, everything looking so surreal and straight out of an episode from Nip/Tuck. The anesthetist was pretty sweet looking, and I mumbled that to her while she pressed the sedative mask to my mouth, forcing me into deep sleep.

It was the strangest feeling I had ever experienced thus far. The last moments before I passed out felt, to quote a friend, alot like death. I remembered nothing during the hour and half that passed as they operated on me, and came to in a haze by a persistent calling from one of the operating team that it was over.

The scene when I came to inside the operating room was strangely familiar, like I had been in the exact situation many years before. It wasn't until today, that I had a startling realization that it felt alot like rebirth, the starting point in our lives for most people today. It reminded me of a perennial fear that returns to haunt me every few years, but this time more stark and real (perhaps because of the pain). Mortality. The fear of Death. The Final Destination. It got me all thinking again.

The last few days of rest and recuperation gave me a lot to think about what I've done and what I should do in the near future, and brought some clarity into the priorities in my life.

A life of passion and purpose. This is what life should be about. And this is what I am setting out to do.

Is is me? Or am I growing out of this need to write down my rambling thoughts onto an online page for no one other than myself to read when i'm bored out of my wits?

I almost forgot I had a blog.

Happy note: I've got the green light to be a race official for this year's Formula 1 MOTORGP!

Now where did I leave my RBS skin tight t-shirt? Time to squeeze my mounds of fat in it.

Come July, regardless whether I find a new job or not, I'm throwing in the letter.

In the mean time, i'm going to start saving a thousand a month.

Time to start living my life and doing the things I want to do.