as i sit here on the same chair that i always do while slurping away on instant soup (oh god help me), i can't help but just wonder whether i've landed myself into hot soup. not literally folks, just a play of words.
just the other day as i was returning from vivocity, nice drive by the way, i may have beat the red light just at a small intersection. now i didn't see any flash or whatsoever. could it be that i may not have seen it? i doubt so? cause i was looking in my rear view mirror and all and i didn't see any flash. and we all know the red light camera operates 2 seconds after the light changes to red. and i really didn't see the light change until it was too late as i wanted to avoid a rear-end collision. okay, here's a conflict, if you don't mind me digressing.
the red light camera was put in place to prevent right angled collisions, or simply put collision with cars turning in from different directions of the intersection. okay. it is a good idea. but then of course, anyone wanting to prevent himself from beating the light and getting a 12 demerit point on top of a $200 fine would have to brake immediately and rather hard. now, this may then lead to a rear-end collision, or a collision caused by the car behind hitting you right up the arse. well, you'll probably kill the guy in a right angled collision, or you might kill the guy behind. and if there's another car behind the car behind you, then...well, you get the drift. play of words again. so, yeah conflict.
yeah, so i'm hoping it didn't flash. cause then my mom would get the demerit point, i won't probably get to drive, and the 200 bucks will probably paid by cutting off one of my finger tips. let's just hope for the best shall we. it didn't flash. it didn't flash. it's not a busy, hot-spot intersection. no camera there right. even if there is, it probably is a dummy one right? right? right??!!
so, should i start giving tuition? i think i should. get some extra cash. extra ching-aling in my pocket.
okay more on the car issue now. you know what's better than speeding. driving economically. com'on, sure i love putting my foot to the pedal and just let the revs irritate the living shit out of me but nothing makes you wreck your brain more than an economy ride. like putting the air-con low, or totally not switching it on. never ever touching your brake. stuff like that. the more you spend time in your car and the more you just concentrate and just putting your brain to use, you'll feel more like a driver. but sure, i'll be burning fuel away as well.
and maybe one day, you'll be with me burning petrol away.
x Nav ran as fast as he could
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Tuesday, March 30, 2010
i have got no words. what i have been doing the past few days was trying to come up with something, anything to just fill up the void that was empty for days. a week actually. but no, nothing. i was left speechless. the world has been spared. right.
okay, what happened over the uneventful week. okay, been driving along fine. driving along in my toyota yaris. it's not something so great. i'll probably talk about it and other stuff some other time. almost met with an accident once, but luckily i had quick reflexes and put it to use by stepping hard on the brake. ahhh, it was nice the feeling of having your entire body jerk forward. kinda like a cheap roller-coaster. except for the screaming girl in the back and a possible situation of your friend in the passenger seat vomiting all over your mr men t-shirt.
anyway, it has been raining quite alot this few days. finding it quite hard to actually get the chance to lace up and start running out. it's annoying when you're running in the rain and those raindrops drip down from your scalp right down your forehead and into and around your eyes and you'll look pathetic trying to wipe them off every 3 odd seconds. it's like an old man who's losing his eyesight and can't believe it. yeah, and wearing shades doesn't help. lest you be wearing those eye-hugging ones or goggles. goggles, yeah, fashion statement.
tomorrow's astons. i dunno why i'm so looking forward to astons. is it the damn pasta salad that gets to me everytime? mind you, that's probably the best side in that little steakhouse. or is the meat? it's not perfect, but it's delicious. something you can put in your mouth everyday. of course, i'd rather the pasta salad. or is it the meat. no, pasta salad. and it's not so expensive either. but you've gotta wait. and wait a long time at that. cause lunch time and dinner time, it's like the whole singapore is congregating at aston's just for the sake of stuffing $8 steaks in our mouths in a crummy little place. com'on the place isn't that gorgeous. it's something like you see in a normal coffeeshop place. staff loudly declaring a change of table. you find yourself an inch away from the next table, and occasionally, you'll just knock into the other person even if you're careful. but at least the food comes within an acceptable time. within 10 mins. and i always seem to have a good time there. not much of a complain though.
holidays are really crummy. especially if you've got no job. no intention of taking up a course, maybe a cookery class or a knitting class. no special someone to call onto. sure, you could go over to craigslist and find somebody willing to be an escort, but why waste 200 bucks when you could just entertain yourself for free? wait, what am i talking about? but seriously, i should learn to do something productive with my next holidays. like maybe get the car, drive it to malacca and check out the seafood and red light district there. i'd like a holiday where i'm able to treat myself with something that'll squeeze me in the pants gleefully. at least then i will say, "damn, now that's what i call a holiday" if not, then what you have is a very long off day.
x Nav ran as fast as he could
[[ never look back ]]
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
alright, dunno whether you guys know about this or not. but how many of you have heard the "We are the World" by the All-Celebrity Cast on MTV and/or channel 5 or youtube. well, here you've got an even better version, may i say? partly cause you don't have wyclef jean barking and howling like some poor malnutritioned dog resulting in agonizing ear pain to all those who were listening and also partly on lil wayne's auto-tuned phrases. seriously, he raps? like, come on. anyway, yeah, in this video collab of all youtube 'stars', you kinda get it in a more fresher tone. but yeah, you do get a little auto tune halfway. but nobody's complaining. a little auto-tune is good. unlike ke$ha, who drowns every song in auto-tune. okay, it is slightly good. but it gets annoying after a while. sadly the only person who can pull off auto-tune and get away with it - T-Pain.
it's going to be 2am. don't you remember the time during certain festive seasons when we were allowed to stay up til 11. and that was just so amazing and such a treat. nowadays we don't really care do we. we don't care much about sleep just like how none of us cares that we watch pornographic materials even though we are not 21. some would say we just don't give a flying f***. but really, doesn't it make you wonder, that whatever we had as a kid, we all just take those things for granted. like when our mom buys for us those chocolate eggs with those cheap plastic toys from the mama shop, our eyes used to lit up with so much joy that could fit into a child at any one time. how we ran to our mom and took out goodies from her and opened it up to see what toys we got. and the moment we had it in our hands, we would play with it for hours til the day ended, and once we woke up the next day, we'd wake up the next day and play with the same thing over again. those were the days. we could play endlessly with just one toy. i remember i could just sit in the garden over a lush green spot of grass and dig a hole with a stick and just play with that stick and hole for hours. who would have known that it would have come in handy. you get what i mean? no? okay, think more adult-minded. got it?
but seriously, what has become of those times. nowadays kids play with smart blocks to enhance learning and some other fancy learning-facilitated toy. like just give the kid a freakin' a box and a small towel. that way he's got a lot of games to play with. and at one point after countless hours of playing with them, he's gonna get sick of them and he'll get so sick of it, he probably won't ever want to think of those things again. and the plus side of it? he'll aim to never end up in a box with a small little piece of linen to cover himself up with. in other words, a hobo. but i think you had probably got it already. cause you're most probably on the way there. and the only thing you're doing to stop yourself from ending up there is to pick up a part-time job as a telemarketer, spreading unhappiness and misery to all. kinda like the job of satan.
alright. my eyes are dropping. and so is my willingness to carry on on this even though i so want to. i'll complete it some other time.
x Nav ran as fast as he could
[[ never look back ]]
Saturday, March 20, 2010
been a long week away, but finally i've managed to pry my eyes open to stay awake for this. not too sure why but i feel tired most of the time and when i rest on my bed, i feel restless. i wanna just do stuff i never did before. like bungee jump. or walk across an expressway. or eat peanut butter and feel myself on the verge of throwing up. okay i really hate peanut butter. it's so...ergh.
okay, guess news of the week is that i've finally passed my driving test. but you know, it was like only for a split second that i felt ecstatic beyond description. but then after i got over that second, i was like "yeah, passed. er, now what?" people asked me, "hey, thought you're supposed to be like happy, happy and happy." well, i too dunno why as well. sure, you get to drive. sure, you've got the chance to show off your license to those who don't have it. like when you see a guy learning to drive, flash him your license, that'll surely make his day. but guys, a license isn't really that much once you've got it. and plus it just makes you legal to do it. it's like drinking alcohol. sure people are happy to fill up your glasses once you've hit the grand old age of 18, but then while you're sipping away, you'll start to think of the 14 year old kid who's gulping beer in some dark alley. and that'll just make you go, wait, so what's so great about being 18 then?
what else should i talk about now? oh, my phone's gone. it's corrupted. it's spoilt. and i'm currently out of contact. all i have left is a sim card staring at me with it's golden eye. awww man, i need a phone. just a simple phone. just one. to keep me in contact with the outside world. argh, and though most of my contacts are in my sim card, there's this one contact i need. yeah yeah, it's a girl. well, i've lost her number, she ain't gonna send me a message. that's it then. yeah sad.
and now i don't have anything else to say.
x Nav ran as fast as he could
[[ never look back ]]
Saturday, March 13, 2010
back from that camp. nothing much really happened. nothing interesting really. so that just means, nothing to bother blogging about. but to the kids back there, good job for the Job Week. see, a play of the words. good job, Job Week?
alright, my shins been hurting really badly and so basically all my plans of having training while away, were sadly abolished. back to work starting today (monday that is). another 7-8km? been playing around with run.com to come up with routes and also see what's the actual distances instead of having to count my pacing and then try to calculate my approximate distance like some kind of caveman from the time of the brontosaurus. but the bad thing now is that my watch is totally gone. like at first you couldn't access the stopwatch. now you can't even wear just cause the other day while running, my arm smacked into this man and my watch fell out. didn't realise it until i was like two traffic lights away. so i had to run back slowly, trying to search for my watch while by-standers watched in awe at a tall brown man running in tiny shorts looking jogging with his head bobbing here and there. finally found it and saw that the strap had been torn away from the pin connected to the watch. so yeah, can't wear it now. now i'll try to use my ipod. see if that works.
recently, i've picked up my guitar, in a bid to rescue and salvage my musical soul, if i even had one. learning the chords and all after a three year hiatus of learning the chords. hopefully, it'll all be good and soon before you know it, i'll be strumming away to the tune of Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond. beautiful. it's good. strumming away. it relaxes your mind. okay, it may be a little bit frustrating to get the chords sounding right, or even just trying to get your arm comfortable over the guitar, but once you get over that, you just feel good. soon, proceed on to the electric guitar and can very well be on the way to irritating the shit out of my neighbors with my Slash-inspired string-singing.
dad's not back yet. but apparently the bike idea is actually, contrary to my earlier expectations, not out of my reach. in fact, it's being considered. watch out drivers, i'm on the road so give way or i'll just crash into your back window. okay, i'm already preparing something to write about tomorrow regarding this whole bike-car conflict going on on singapore's roads. seriously guys, it's just being over-thought over.
alright, it's 205 and i think i should finally hit the hay. hit the sack. whichever you like. haven't had a good night's sleep in a long time and today should not be any more of the same. so cheerio mateys and argh to you too.
x Nav ran as fast as he could
[[ never look back ]]
Friday, March 12, 2010
it's 541am. yes, it's kinda early. well, i wasn't intending to be awake til this time. and it's probably not healthy but it's not everyday you voluntarily deprive yourself of precious sleep. wait, i should probably give you an idea of what's happening.
you guys ever heard of the Scouts' Job Week? well, we normally have a camp for the scouts for this period and this year, there's something new going on. it's called an Inter-UG Camp, where MOE requires all the Uniformed Groups (UG) to congregate and participate in a camp. believe me, it's exactly as stupid as it sounds. and you know what, it's more stupid-er.
it's disorganised. it's redundant. it's pointless. it's disappointing. it's heart-breaking. it's confusing. it deserves no recognition. it deserves no acclaim for being something 'new'. it deserves to be burnt to the ground and extinguished with a bucket of yellow pee.
i'm sleep-deprived, you have to excuse my unoriginality. but it is quite bad. this camp. it saddens me that i have to be alive to experience this. but thankfully we are following our own plan for most of our activities and that's probably the reason why i still haven't doused myself with kerosene and lit myself on fire. hmmm, forgive me for sounding this morbid, especially so early in the morning. arghhhh. too much talk about dying and ghosts and fatal diseases and other macabre topics with the guys earlier on.
listening to club music right now, cool right? I Gotta Feeling by Black eyed peas. awesome. is tonight gonna be a good night? hopefully. campfire on later tonight. time to scream childish songs in a very matured manner. sometime i wonder why we can't just have it like a club themed campfire. a way of saying that we are modern yet still in touch with our traditional ways. and it's not like the kids nowadays don't know anything about what adults do. it's alright. and it's not like we are condoning such matters. see, embrace the changes that we just choose to ignore. it'll all be better.
hmm, i'll continue more later. i've gotta attend to my training. on an empty stomach. god damn.
x Nav ran as fast as he could
[[ never look back ]]
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
as i sat in the mcdonalds outlet of siglap centre, i looked around and then found an alternative definition to a word that so many of us tend to overuse - Nostalgia. if you guys hadn't been there, well, too bad for you then. and no, i have no visual evidences of what made me declare that to put up here. but take a look and you'll probably see why. outside, it looks like any decent shopping centre, could even mistake it for a childcare or Montessori, or maybe even a budget maid agency. no fancy car parks, no elaborate entrances, just a simple "Welcome" mat that you find in any household nowadays. inside, the walls are not painted in some outlandish, luminous color that require you to put on your Oakleys immediately. the tiling is simple, it's something you are thankful for in fact, rather than those stupid, ridiculous, slippery white marble tiles that will kill upon the littlest of spills. instead of wide walking area that you find in most malls nowadays, all that you have is a narrow lane that will be quite of a disappointment if you plan to walk in three files.
it's nothing fancy, siglap centre. it has a nice homey kinda smell to it as well. you feel welcomed. you feel like you wanna take a cardboard box from the nearest 7-11 (which isn't far away) and sleep on it in the shopping centre. the stalls are also nothing modern. nope, they don't sell any pens that can record voices secretly, no branded goods in there. no sir, just a pharmacy, a supermarket (a small one for the love of all things good and holy), a few tuition centres and a mcdonalds to keep the fat boys happy but here's the thing, the mcdonalds is not those noisy, modern, zippy outlets. it's nice, quiet, a mcdonalds you actually want to clog your arteries in. heck, there's even a desert stall which looks just like any desert stall from the 1990s which sells chendol, ice kachang and other practical deserts as well as a florist, but thankfully the flowers are still blooming.
okay, you step into it, and you feel alive, even though the shopping centre isn't. but that's the beauty of it. it's not some bustling shopping mall in the orchard area, where people are busy to get somewhere. busy to buy something. just busy. pushing. shoving. people squeezing in lifts just to save time of walking one or two floors up. people rushing to cut the queue for the escalators. those small little things that make your shopping experiences just that little more, experience-y. i tell you, i love that place. okay, i've been there like only once after some countless years. and yes, it would be quite troublesome for me to travel 40 minutes from my house to get to that...that sanctuary. yes, sanctuary. that's the word. and it's a couple of minutes walk from east coast. okay, i'm exaggerating. it's like half an hours walk to east coast. but still, no reason why you shouldn't pay a visit to siglap centre. i'm lovin it.
and there's wireless!
P.S. i haven't really found the time to take off my schedule of doing nothing and update the links. but you know, if you want me to tag to your oh-so-beautiful(ly boring piece of shit) blog, go ahead, my facebook is there. spam away old chap.
x Nav ran as fast as he could
[[ never look back ]]
Monday, March 8, 2010
and so begins another another entry. and as i sit in front of my laptop once again, a thought comes to mind. is this seriously how it's gonna be for the entire holidays? just me, sitting in the very same spot, butt numbed, legs cramped and brain cells slowly dying. my mom was just telling me the other day, "Why don't you just go to India when your dad comes back?" it's not a bad suggestion, but i don't know, i'm not really in the mood to sit in a plane with peanuts in my hand (they don't really give you peanuts nowadays, seriously people, stop living in your own world) and an old woman snoozing away next to me, who could probably actually be choking on her dentures. i'll be then away for like two weeks? what can i do in two weeks? well, judging from the current habitual routine going on now, most definitely nothing. hold on, let me add, nothing interesting.
i think i'm getting along well with training. though the shins hurt whenever i raise them, don't ask me why i'm raising them. core's kinda weak though. hmm, too much sitting around and doing nothing, you might say. and i will gladly agree with your sentiments. great, i'm coming back to me not doing anything. i'm going to rot away the endless possibilities of what can actually fill up my precious time. my vocabulary is failing me at this time. note to self - get more redundantly, pedantic, over-the-top adjectives and ridiculously-dramatic phrases from the internet instead of searching for adult erotica and recipes for cup cakes.
i don't actually do that, just to let you know.
tomorrow's another day. probably, nah, most definitely (wait, is that same?) i'll be heading down to Temasek Polytechnic to do my intervals there. hold the phone, i think i'll be running bottomless. no, not cause it's my style. i mean, cause i'm afraid that i might have run out of running shorts. run out of running shorts. interesting. well, the people there would be delighted to have a stark-butt-naked 19 year old running around the track like some hamster who happens to be wearing a singlet. and my watch is busted, to add to the account of defected running gear.
alright, i went running, pounding the dirt and gravel under me with the leaves crushing away under my shoes when suddenly i got to thinking. okay, some of you will be retorting smartly, "whoa, finally nav!" assholes. anyway, i'm just gonna share my thoughts on what is without a doubt (in my opinion) one of the most narcissistic 'sports' - bodybuilding. before you guys start going "Why you can just shut the f---", hear me out. i'm not saying there's anything wrong with it. heck, i've even carried a dumbbell or two and stared at myself in the mirror for a full minute. it's fascinating. but see, you're admiring yourself. and you're building your body. and forgive me for saying, but seriously, don't you just get disgusted by the men, glistening away in their painted or oiled skin (or whatever the heck it is) while they strut and pose and flex in their tight, black thongs with a slightly freaky, disturbing forced smile. now, have i said anything bad? of course not. and a body builder really sacrifices quite a lot to be 'good-looking'. for example, they can't make their elbows touch each other. and they probably spend quite a lot on paint. there's more i could say. but seriously, is it necessary? narcissism in all it's glory.
if i had a dollar for every time i thought of or said out loud of how much i want a bike, i could probably afford one. my dad's coming back. and i've got my script together. "Daddy, can i get a road bike for myself?" Mum cuts in "Haiya, this children."
x Nav ran as fast as he could
[[ never look back ]]
Friday, March 5, 2010
it's another day. just realised that i've really lost quite a lot of weight due to my food poisoning. not a good thing, considering i'm not interested in putting myself on the Atkins diet. i need more carbs. i need more cals. i need more food. i need to do some weights. i need to start eating more donuts and snacks like that and adopt a habit to be a bit more lazy.
but actually, nowadays the whole world is so obsessed with losing weight that people start to forget that there are people around who are interesting in gaining some. sure some people will be laughing hysterically at people who ask how to gain weight. eat a lot. do power weight-lifting. but it ain't easy. it's like losing weight. it's so easy. cardio, weights and of course a diet. but there's more to it. some people find losing weight a problem. exactly my point.
this is a good song. the acoustic version of course. not exactly mainstream. and i'm not really a fan of this kind of style. but hey, since it sounds good, why not? and gotta love a chick with a guitar. talking about guitar, my own guitar with one of it's string broken, is sitting in it's bag, collecting dust and could probably weeping away for being enclosed in my used/useless junk part of my closet. i remember sitting in front of the laptop and learning chords over the net. that was like what...three years ago? good times.
and talking about good times, me and the guys at the chalet started to reminisce about our times back in the days when we were in the unit. for those who don't know, i was in the scout unit in secondary school. and boy was it the best times. so many memories. good. bad. ugly. sometime you do wonder, why things don't really go along as well as the past. but as you keep thinking, you start to recall all the times you regretted happening. and then you start to hate the past. then as you start to hate, you'll realize that those unfortunate events actually led to some happy and super memorable times. then the whole cycle starts. that's how life is isn't it.
hmmm, my writing style fluctuates doesn't it. it's starting to get a little dry and very bland. mundane. just like campbell soup. and on that note, think maybe i should take my leave.
x Nav ran as fast as he could
[[ never look back ]]
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
the past year papers of statistics with the workings on pieces of paper are thrown all in front of me on my table. what do i do with it? will i have to keep it for next year? scary thought. i can't actually stop thinking i've screwed myself. like really screwed myself for this end year. i calculate my gpa to be a 2? like, seriously that's bad. really bad. i hope i'm underestimating. i want at least a gpa of 3.5 when i graduate. and for that to happen. i need to get like 3.8 for the next two years. impossible? not really. but it is a challenge. and what are challenges? never give in, never give up, never back down.
it's 1135 and my eyes are starting to close. stomach kinda feeling a little weird, must be due to all the swinging that's been going on at eddie's chalet. did i mention, i didn't stayover. i dunno. maybe it's just weird for me to be there. knowing that i've got a little comfy bed that i can just jump on and sprawl all over with all my discretion. okay, i dunno what i'm talking about. but the chalet is a really great place. spectacular breezes, wonderful scenery (well, not really), friendly neighbors (kinda freaky at times), but all in all, a great place too.
lately (or rather before i slept at 1am this morning) i have been thinking of something that i recently (just yesterday) encountered. what is missing from what i want from now? obviously it's stupid to be putting such a question here, considering it's so vague that [insert your own metaphor]. i'm actually putting this here so that one day i'll be able to look at it and think "wow, i can't believe i was worrying about that" or maybe even "ahh man, nothing has changed".
damn, okay, if this was a conversation, you would have noticed that i would have been away for like a considerable amount of time. i fell asleep on my chair. but i'm awake now. and probably gonna fall asleep in the next 5 mins. and that means i have to cut short my entry. like right now.
x Nav ran as fast as he could
[[ never look back ]]
Monday, March 1, 2010
it's hot, hot, hot as usual in sunny singapore with february being the hottest, most probably due to the El-Nino effect. but most of us don't really know what is that and give a rat's butt care about the weather so it's best not to pursue the facts for it.
okay, a very random opening. but hey, i dunno why, feeling a little random today. isit due to the exams ending tomorrow? yes, final paper in just a matter of hours. screwed up today's economics. damn, i thought economics was actually tomorrow, so i really didn't touch on economics that much. damn, if i hadn't checked, i would've gotten a hell of a surprise for my exam today and probably also an F. by the way, i am expecting an F. or rather a fail, cause i don't know if there's an F in poly. pedantic much, can't help it though.
did i also mention that i succumbed to an illness just a week ago. food poisoning. you've seriously gotta hate food poisoning. the constant urge to regurgitate everything you eat, the hourly trips to the little boys room, the loss of appetite. all in all, it makes you stick thin, kinda on the verge of malnutrition and all that's keeping you alive is the fact that you've got exams to revise for in the coming days. wait, did that come out right?
nah, but for the exam i missed due to my illness, marketing, i've gotta take that like 6 months later. a bit of a long period if you ask me. but hey, you've gotta do it. put on a nike jacket and proudly claim, you're just doing it. damn, something's really wrong with me today.
should i feel happy? the guy inside of me, is however getting me all weird up again. can i for once think that's it's going along fine, even if it's not. can i go back to not having a clue again. why must all of us start feeling, this feeling? it ain't right. it just ain't right. when will it go away, 3 months time? will it really take that long? hey, i'm not complaining, i'm just saying. and actually i don't mind either. slow and steady, just like that tortoise in the race with the rabbit (or was it a hare).
internet connection is really slow here. i feel i should give a round of applause for my macbook every time it signs me onto msn. when it loads facebook, i feel i should give it a standing ovation. hopefully, i get to publish this in time. well, kinda stupid saying that, considering that if it can't, i probably wouldn't be...awww man, more of me being pedantic.
eddie's chalet tomorrow, who's interested. i'm probably staying over. damn, 20 years old still staying over. not really that woo hoo anymore. i feel my bones painfully rubbing against each other as i get myself prepared for the chalet stay-over. i'm more of a bbq person nowadays. standing in front of the bbq pit with a slightly charred chicken wing in one hand and a crumpled paper plate in the other. yeah, that's how we should chill life away when given the chance. shut up the techno and the house and what have you. i'd rather some music from the iPod blasting tunes on shuffle while staring at the yellow-ish moon giving the night a slightly profound hue to those who can indulge in such picturesque scenes.
gonna start my training back up again. start on wednesday. start with building the foundations. then get back to the hardcore strict training. probably gonna take on a job as well, but of course, nothing's gonna get in the way of my running fiesta. i'm probably of also thinking of putting my training records online. if not for everyone, at least for me. at least i can get a little turned on by knowing that my records are on the internet. a bit disturbing you may think, but hey sometimes the most pedantic (how many times have i used that word) of things can just add fuel to a fire. could be a new addition to your running gear. or could be another entry on your blog. whatever it be, always make it slightly more important than it really is. after all, how important something is to you, is really just how important you want to see it as.
