Bullet-Proof Butt

I suppose it's about time I started blogging again, even though I'm truly not in the mood. Everything is so messed up beyond belief, I don't know how I'm ever going to right all those wrongs. Upon saying this, I think I now realise the pressures of being a uber-superhero or "salvador" of the world: everyone turns to you for guidance, expects you to be omniscient, omnibenevolent, omnipotent and in short, fucking perfect. Robin has Batman to make him see the light when he runs astray with too many "Holy [insert noun]!"'s; but Superman has nobody to save his muscular bullet-proof backside.

So here's what I call the Superman-syndrome... Everybody likes you in theory, but nobody wants to love you. Everybody is your friend in theory, but nobody really understands you. Everyone is in awe of your super-powers, but nobody can see that nothing was gift-fed to you, and that you had to scrabble in the dirt for it like everyone else. Hence, in the end, although you are surrounded by geniunely friendly faces and benevolant smiles, you feel lonelier than ever. I would rather walk along an empty highway rather than a crowded street when lonesome. Why? Because in emptiness you can't see the indifference written across the faces of everyone who passes you by. Except I don't have a bullet-proof butt like Superman. And I don't wear propaganda in the form of spandex suits, fluorescently colored underwear, and capes that are air-resistance-free. He's like an underwear ad that defies all the laws of physics.

Well, whatever...

Memorable Moments

Sara's 12 Most Memorable Moments

01. The first day of school in Primary 3, the boys on the schoolbus teased me because I didn't know who Leonardo Di Caprio was. ("The Titanic" was in fashion).

02. The time in Primary 4 when I forgot my lines when I was meant to give a speech in Assembly. I went very pale and walked off stage - I didn't cry until afterschool. The next day, one of the scariest and strictest lady teachers came, gave me a hug, and told me that I was very brave.

03. The time I went to Hyderabad when I was 7 and claimed that the Qutub Minar looked like a rusty henhouse.

04. The Summer of 2004 I went to Vellore and made friends with this really beautiful Muslim girl called something who came for her mom's check-up in the hospital. I drew a picture of her and gave it to her. When I left she started crying - and so did I...

05. The time in Primary 3 I kicked a boy called Saagnik in the groin when we were wrestling for fun. I didn't realise it hurt. Until he was rolling around in pain, that is.

06. Last year on our second Drama lesson Sayantika and I performed Columbian Hypnosis to the entire class... It was embarrassing, but in a good way. Nick said we looked "possessed" - but I'm assuming that's in a good way too.

07. Last year for my birthday Sayantika threw a surprise birthday party for me, conspiring with my mom. I opened my front door and found her standing in my living room, before she screamed and ran into my room in a flurry of balloons. ...Shouldn't it be me who's freaking out?

08. Last year in Biology I unfortunately said something and Gargi Ma'am said I was downright oversmart in front of the entire class...it made me cry!!

09. The time in English when I fell off my chair because I was leaning back in it and everyone laughed at me.

10. Last year when we had to perform our Group Song, I blurted out singing untunely when we were supposed to stay quite with only the harmonium playing...

11. Also during my surprise birthday party, we were watching "The Ring". Tito wanted to go to the bathroom and was like "Renee, take me to the bathroom, I'm scared. Now, wait out here, yeah?" *closes door in my face* "You still there, Renee? Don't leave me!"

12. Once when I was in Vellore(again) taking a trip down the residential quarters of the hospital for doctors, a pidgeon dropped something rather unkind on my sleeve. It was gross! EEEEK!

I'll do the plugs later. Too tired. Consumed too many calories from muffins and popcorn.

Whoa! I did It!

YAY!
New to my blog, I guess? Well, I'm too so no bothering up really...:P
Anyway, let me tell you something about myself...

Love Is Like Heaven...but it can Hurt Like Hell...

To satisfy your inevitable curiousity and my self-indulgent whims, here's a small section of stuff about me. Nothing life-shattering or particularly relevent, but perhaps interesting nonetheless? Someone has just mentioned...Curiosity killed the cat?
This is not my personal site, but I am a narcissist- I don't need an excuse to talk about myself, I need an oppurtunity. My nickname is Renee - and it always has been. I'm elementary school senior girl and my major is somewhere between Maths and Sciencs and English at this point. I'm clever but not particularly intelligent- though I occasionally stumble on to some great truth. I'm an idealist at heart, tempered by a long stint of cynicsm and seventeenth-century political philosophy. However, my Age of Reason evolved into a sort of stilted Romanticsm, and I've become the sort of fool who'd believe anything if she could. My chief weapons in life are an unflinching optimism, a book of quotations, and a willingness to fight dirty.
I love books, video games, chat-rooms and dead white men. My favorite books change daily, but The Da Vinci Code spends the most time at the top of the list. I'm currently in a weird Byronic phase where I feel that I have to refer to anything the least bit melancholy as "Byronic". (George Gordon lives forever, man!) I have a real memory for useless facts- not only do I remember all the words to the Complicated :: Avril Lavigne song, I remember them during biology mid-terms. I also tend to meander off into lectures on topics such as Thomas Jefferson's choice in hairstyle and what sort of pipe Sherlock Holmes would've used. I haven't played very many games, but the games I have played I know by heart.
Offline people think of me as evilly cheerful cry baby turned cute kiddie, a styling tycoon (and a bloody bitch, lol, I love being that!), a eternal ear-rings changer and an awful geek (yes, all of them...), online I have a reputation for being freakishly nice. (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I absolutely despise elitism of all sorts- academic, intellectual, grapcial, coding, whatever. It's exasperating that so many people base a person's worth on their website. Coding is my eternal enemy, but I struggle with it and try to find the happy medium between style and substance.
I have dreams of glory but fear the seeking, I adore the spotlight but abhor the stage. There are a few kinds of cowards, and I think I'm at least two of them. All in all though, I have a thoroughly unfashionable sense of self-worth and a devastating vocabulary. What more could a girl want???? Blah, blah, blah???

Currently:::

Listening: Enrique: Addicted
Doing: Sitting
BlogRolling: Antigone
Feeling: Great
Book: Angels And Demons
Friend: Rashmi Upadhyaya
Crush: Orlando Bloom
Gaming: PlayStation
Movie: Dirty Dancing
Loving: *YOU*
Hating: Someone I can't name...
Aimimg: Slapping