Woah, this looks so so different... Blogger.com has a new look. Sadly however, my site doesn't, so it stays this way, grey and boring with loads and loads of funny little squiggles all over it that seem to resemble some archaic language that just drones on and on, saying nothing of importance and loads of crap.

Sometimes being inebriated with the grandiloquence of one's own verbosity is debillitating one's own prerogative over the decrepid masses. But that aside, I find myself deeply disturbed again these days. Disturbed, is perhaps a constant state of mind. That and anger. Well, never mind that, it just seems that everything is so screwed up and stays that way. Perhaps it has more to do with me than with anyone else.

Imagine, what if, you were right? I mean, what if you knew something, and you knew you were right. I mean, really sure you were right. You knew you were so right, you were no longer left... err... I mean you were so sure. Its like knowing the lines on your palm, and really knowing what is there, and what is so clearly in front of your eyes. And you were dead certain. And you were willing to bet your life on it. Yeah, this time you are so sure of yourself. Then the world believes you are wrong. Everyone tells you, that you are wrong, and the world dismisses you as a crazy fanatic. But you know you are right. You so believe you are right, and maybe you are. So what happens then?

On the part of the world, the world sees you as a very narcissisitc person, and dismisses you because simply, "100 million people cannot be wrong". You are seen as a bloody fool, ignored at best, ridiculed at worst. And they label you attention seeker, and nut case and social deviant and bloody stubborn. But for all they know, you know you are right. Now what happens then?

Yeah, that's the feeling right now. A kind of snobbish condescending view, but I know I am right. Right about stubborn fools with superiority complexes who think that they are the best thing to walk the planet since. They think that they have the right to push others around, with an irritating aura of pseudo-supremacy and that certain courtesy or social contracts need not apply to them because they can call everyone around them fools without realising that the biggest one is staring back at them through the looking glass.

What is justice?

This was a question posed to me, by a friend, who tried to avoid my conversation about logic, and tried to divert attention by posing another philosophical question to appear smarter than that friend actually is and then trying to get me to think, so that this friend can fall absorbed back into the mystical world of Harry Potter. Hmm... now I'm faced with a dilemma, should I talk about Harry Potter or should I talk about justice? Philosophy or fad?

Tough choice. Anyway, I think my mind is currently on Harry Potter. It kinda intrigues me how many people are buying this book, and somehow I find myself amused that even families are pre-ordering multiple copies to prevent civil strife and that sort of internal conflict with usually ends with torn pages and the like. But its almost like a craze is it? Undeniably its a good book, but then there are other good books out there, so why does the world go crazy over Harry Potter? It seems to me that the fifth book has this dark omnious shadow hanging over it, and that all the characters are becoming more of an asshole than anything else. And well, yeah, it does tell me something when I can predict the ending of the book. Maybe it means my powers of Divination have grown, or just that I am a good guesser. So I find myself unsurprised at the end. No offense to J. K. Rowling, but well you can't just write a book to please everyone. Trust me on that one. =)

Okay, so Harry Potter has taken over the world and threatens to swamp our minds with witchcraft and wizardry. Okay. Sounds cool. I'm fine with that. Don't give me crap about its satanism. Its not. Period. Pity I have to be mature if not I'd call you a dumb poop-eyed boo boo whiner who better go crying back home to your mommy for telling lies. Yup. I shall not do that, snot-nosed booger eater.

So, yeah, finally updated my site.

See? I am still alive. I have not fallen off the face of the Earth and into some black abyss, which I am pretty sure some people have hoped for. Despite the fact that I am pretty much disliked, well, I guess I'm here to stay, like an ever-annoying cancer that keeps coming back and growing and gnawing on your conscience until well, until I get tired of it.

Okay, so after such a brief respite, I am still not inspired to write anything profound, philosophical, meaningful or just plain interesting. In fact, well, things have happened. A "friend" has decidedly left off on a scholarship to some other godforsaken place to study medicine. Well, this particular friend just waltz into our lives in our hellish boarding school (read: prison) and well, just about molested everyone he could get his hands on, and made good friends, and just got up and left. Yeah, I guess, in a way its good he left. I could sleep peacefully at night, and not having to hold that shotgun so close to my pillow every night, but then again, a friend has left. (Yes, he is a friend, as long as he keeps his hands to himself)

Though he wasn't the only friend who left, I guess there is a lot of symbolism in a leaving friend. A leaving friend, is sorta like a dying one, just not that permanent. Could still remember the stupid times we had, the numerous oscillating games he played on my roommates (DON'T ASK) and the other sick stuff he would do. CounterStrike, and knifing each other. Insulting each other, playing WarCraft III 1v5. That sorta thing. And it seems sad.

Okay, I'll give credit to other friends who have left too, but it seems I would mourn more not for the memories that were created, but rather for the memories that never were created. So I guess, I just have to say goodbye, and fade off into the grey background of distant memories.