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2001-08-27 00:00:00

hi. so, um, i'm bored. i was thinking about making up some more fantabulous lies just for the fun of it, but i couldn't even think about anything that would be fun to write about. that's pretty damn bored. luckily, my boredom will not be censored. because this is my portal for self-expression. it's just a damn shame that i'll probably end up censoring this myself just because it's so lame. la dee da. there's drool on my pillow. i fell asleep on my couch friday after work and drooled all over the pillows until i woke up in a sloppy pool of my own slowly seeping spit. i hope it's good for my cheek skin. now the endearingly cheery apple-green pillows are more of a sun-burnt iguana color. you know how those big scaly desert iguanas look, with their sleepy eyes and all? yah, like that. but, yah, that's cool. cheery apple green is slightly overrated anyway. now, sunburnt iguana -- that's unique! so, instead of just sitting on my ass and waxing poetic about drool and iguanas and stuff, i could be productive and learn something or build something or exercise or something; but i'm lazy. my brain is tired from a day of monotony; it's hard to get revved up again, ya' know? but i'm young -- i should be able to do it. the day is relatively young, i have energy somewhere, i'm sure it's possible. i used to wonder how people could just waste time. i mean, i love relaxing as much as the next person, but i used to keep myself constantly busy. i used to wonder how people could just sit around and watch tv or stare at the ceiling or just clean or something. minutes, hours, days, years, whatever; time. and now i can't figure out how to do anything else. a part of me wants to start being busy again -- run around meeting people, having conversations, exercising, playing sports, learning new things, creating stuff (i know that's all vague, but listing actual things would seem somehow even more trite and cliched). but it's so easy and comfortable to just sit here and not do anything. it's great. i guess as long as i don't think about it. besides, maybe soon i'll implement my great week plan that'll get me excited about stuff again. or maybe not. i suppose it wouldn't really matter. either way, i won't be that different from anyone else -- outstanding or not. there's tons of everyone, and i still haven't figured out who's happiest. or what the big deal about happiness is anyway -- stale comfort doesn't seem so bad. i'm experiencing it aren't i? experience is good.

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2001-08-22 01:00:00

i'm discontinuing the biodata experiment. i already feel guilty (and to all of you that will say "i told you so" about it being a bad thing -- i don't care!); it was worth doing, but it's already gone too far. the final tally: 4 for twin two (though the 4th was a very eager 3rd, really) and 1 (one!) for twin one.

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2001-08-22 00:00:00

heh. well some of you have been complaining that because i live such a boring life i write boring things. because i am lazy, i will just give you a part of an email i wrote describing today. and if i hear anymore about how i don't write enough, i will individually email you this again and again until you realize you don't really care anyway.

so today? i woke up and there was a strange girl in my bed. and she had a very satisfied look on her face. and she was sticky and smelled funny. so did i. i don't know how she got there, but it was okay.
so i took a shower? and then i got dressed, but while i was getting dressed, i decided that i was sick of dressing like a tomboy and that today i was going to break the mold! so i dressed in my hoochiest clothes and called a limo to take me to work (hoochies can't just walk, you know...).
and then? i walked into work and there was a terrorist running around screaming and shooting people. he wouldn't let anyone in or out and was threatening to blow up the building. so i talked to him for a while and calmed him down and basically made him feel better about himself until he broke down and said "you know what? you're right. killing doesn't solve anything. thank you, shalini, for changing my life." i won an award for being the most productive yet most peace-promoting employee of the day. everyone cheered and complimented me on my new hoochy style.
and then? david duchovony showed up in my cube and asked me to join him for lunch, and we had a great time. while eating, i noticed that everything i ate was making me skinnier by the second and that i would never have to worry about being fat again! and even better? every sip of wine i had made me smarter...
and then? i got back to my desk and my boss told me that he was giving me a phatty raise ($500,000,000/month) but he didn't want me doing any more work (he was afraid the stress might distract me from being so otherwise peace-loving and productive) and to take the rest of the year off (paid vacation, of course).

and then? i realized that really life is boring when you work all the time and the only way i would be capable of writing somewhat interesting emails was if i lied my ass off.

today is hans' birthday -- don't forget to at least send him a fart waffle or something.

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2001-08-21 00:00:00

guess what? i've updated the biodata experiment! i guess i forgot about it for a while (imagine that), but it's pretty much done now. i may need to put off the actual posting until i'm ready to have dynamic incoming results, but maybe not. check it out and lemme know what you think! pictures of the twins soon to come (tomorrow hopefully).

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2001-08-13 00:00:00

let me try some honesty. maybe it'll go well. it'll at least be somewhat fun to try. so. what's wrong?

so saturday night? i guess i flipped out a little. micah has suggested that it may have been self-sabotage; i highly suspect he was pulling it out of his ass, and just talking for the sake of talk, but it's interesting to think about. i was definitely obnoxious. i don't think it was on purpose, and i'm not even completely certain that i was that bad -- maybe just myself to an extreme. god knows i'm pretty obnoxious on a regular basis, and andy says i'm intense and loud when i get hyper (to me, this smacks of sac -- i hope i'm not that loud). maybe i just got carried away enjoying myself, or maybe my head was so full of my own voice that it started grating on me (not unheard of) so i tried to outdo it with an even louder me (that doesn't sound crazy at all). i tried to think less about myself (for those of you who haven't caught on yet, i've recently become very aware of my self-center-edness; it doesn't help that i can "express myself" with this new web page of mine, or the fact that he constantly dropped subtle (and not-so-subtle) reminders that i only think of myself) and more about my companion for the evening, but i guess i'm just not very good at it. is it because i can't handle one-on-one situations? i definitely enjoy myself more in a group, where the attention is dispersed. also, i've recently become so obscenely comfortable with myself that i don't even try to put forward a nice face anymore; i'm just out-and-out my obnoxious disgusting self at all times. that's not so bad (i guess) when i'm with people that know me really well, because they feel free to ignore me anyway, but people that don't know me (well, they can't get away for one thing, in a one-on-one situation) are just frightened or freaked out. i'd be scared.

so, is that it? i'm just too comfortable? i don't hold back all that is me anymore? i find that hard to believe, especially considering i used to be pretty shy and stoic. but, people can change. was i trying to scare him? if so, i don't know why. was i just trying to create a scene? i dunno. don't think so. what good would that do? y'know, the tv really sucks all thoughts out of my head.

so, yah, i really don't know. so much for trying to be honest. other than that, i'm also lazy about losing weight (what if i try and still don't? i'll try not to be so cliched from now on), learning the guitar (no patience), and doing web stuff. i also haven't called people i've been saying i'll call for a while, nor emailed. i really didn't intend for this honesty thing to turn into an exploration of my recent failings and insecurities. so, that's enough.

oh, and by the way, sorry about the faux bitterness in the last update (and this one). i'm not going to explain, i don't quite understand the need myself.

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2001-08-01 00:00:00

another day wasted, but i'm not bitter. what do i really expect from life anyway? endless fulfillment mixed perfectly with excitement? hell, i don't even know what i really want to do anyway. what would it take to be fulfilled? enough. i'm not really in the mood to feign a philosophical attitude. i'm just inexplicably restless. and i thought a vacation would help. segue unecessary.

so, chinatown in london? i'm pretty sure i remember the order of events, but i'll leave it to max and lanette to email me with corrections if necessary.

after much digesting and talk about the wonders of digestion, we rambled around london seeing sights and taking care of bid-ness (lanette&max swung by sta travel to get tickets to madrid, i bought postcards, we all spent time marveling (or at least i was amazed) over the beauty of european internet cafe-things -- easyEverything is so cool). and THEN we explored the joys of an aussie bar. wow. they know how to have fun. to be honest, i don't know what was so crazy, but it was a sunday afternoon (we got there late -- around 3-ish -- they'd been at it since noon, apparently), there were two great cover bands (they seem to be huge in europe) playing, everyone was infectiously laid-back and just enjoying themselves. i loved it. also, on an excursion to find lanette (i don't know why i was worried -- she's been frolicking around europe for six months by herself, and i thought she was lost in a bar when i didn't see her for twenty minutes) i ran into an oddly bold yet endearing kiwi who proceeded to charm me with his "conversational" skills. why am i such a goober? anyway, we ended up getting kicked out at 1130pm when they closed (some weird english and irish rule put in place because the menfolk weren't returning to their families at decent hours).

phew. why did sunday take so long to write?

you know what i realized? we went to chinatown on monday. sunday we ate at an indian restaraunt called bhel puri house. well, i'll have you know there was no bhel puri there -- just your average indian buffet. we gorged anyway. so use your imagination (pretend you care) and switch the two meals. after monday's meal, we did some more exploring of the city and then headed off to the airport. lots of postcard writing, queue-waiting, and, well, talking. we got in to ireland pretty late; upon our arrival, max proceeded to get endearingly giddy. we took a taxi (with a brief stop at supermacs for lanette's "birthday dinner" -- sorry lanette) to a bed&breakfast near the airport, where we stayed for the night.

the next morning, after a large irish breakfast with 3 canadian ladies and various other guests, we proceeded to bunratty (bhun raite?) castle where we toured with a few busloads of elderly german travelers. the narrow passages were kinda' frustrating, but for the most part we avoided the oldfolk. lots of cool pictures, and interesting history; i'm definitely glad we got to do it. lunch was at dürty nelly's (the original -- established 1629, or something like that) and quite satisfying in the open irish air. after that, we took the bus to limerick, where max's aunt noirin picked us up. she dropped us off at max's aunt&uncle's house (merc and peter), where we stayed for the week (thanks so much peter and merc!). max's aunt carolann and uncle ed (cousins jennifer and joseph) cooked us a fabulous dinner, we hung out, and then we headed to the pubs (even stopped by niall o'donnel's uncle's club).

now, because even i am sick of my long-windedness, i'm going to try to be brief now. i may add details later as i remember them or feel inspired. for now, though:

wednesday, we explored the nun's beach (a secluded beach separate from the men's beach and the ladies' beach; there was an old convent on top of one of the cliffs, where the nuns used to live); we climbed down the cliffs, explored the caves, floundered awash in the frigid cold water of the atlantic, tried to regain the feeling in our extremities and generally enjoyed the gorgeous irish day. the cliffs are as stupendous as they say (we took a cliffwalk too); i only wish i hadn't run out of film when i did -- i'll get whatever pictures i have developed and get them up here soon. and hopefully max will send me his digital pictures soon, too -- those are the really cool ones from inside the caves. that night, max's aunt noirin and uncle joe (and cousin merc) cooked us dinner and then took us to mass at the cemetary (in memory of max's grandma). afterwards we headed to the pubs with all of the family for irish coffees and merrymaking. we met cousin pearse and aunt eileen (and some others i'm sure), and then went to more pubs and met diarmuid and aidan (possibly the cutest irish engineers in existence), friends of cousin pearse. overall, the night was amazing; i don't know that i've ever laughed so much in my entire life, or enjoyed myself so thoroughly. i'm not going to say anymore about it, because it's just one of those things -- i'll just have to remember it without words.

thursday, max's cousin merc took us horseback riding along the coast, and we hung out in ballybunion. we had a late lunch at beasley's and then meandered home for an evening of chilling and laundrying and preparing for the trip back to london. we went out to the pubs again that night; it didn't get old, though my writing about it may seem so. well, it didn't. it was fantabulous.

friday was mostly travelling back to shannon to the airport for our flight back to london. we got there ridiculously early, because ryanair is notorious for cancelling flights or just plain bumping passengers. we wrote some more postcards and i bought my only souvenier (coasters for my mom -- she likes plates, but i couldn't find any in the airport) from the airport gift shop. ate some really good airport food for purty cheap, and then took the flight back to london. we spent the night in the generator again, and hung out in the hostel's bar, since it was pretty late by the time we got in. it was an interesting scene, but lanette and max say hostel bars mostly are.

saturday, lanette got her belly pierced, i got my hair cut (the hair cut was supposed to be drastic, but my cutter chickened out), max watched, we saw even more of london, lanette and max picked up their tickets to madrid, we went to camden town (very cool) and eventually we headed back to the hostel for showers (did i mention london was unusually hot and we were sweating like dogs in heat? for once i actually missed air conditioning, which apparently they haven't heard of). that night we met up with melissa (whose birthday it was) and rawley again, and went bar-hopping in angel (pretty cute area) and when they closed we headed to bagley's club (supposedly infamous). a huge warehouse, with a semi-rave scene and weird dancing girls on stage. i got my ass pinched by a strange sac look-a-like, but other than that, it was mostly dancing and sweating. didn't meet any people, but of course it was still fun. i spent a lot of time trying not to think about the fact that i was leaving the next day. so much for live for the moment.

well i did. i left the next day, got into raleigh/durham airport around 2am sunday night, spent the night in payal's raleigh apartment, and drove to work the next morning.

that is ALL for tonight.

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02/08

all casual-like

06/07

quiescent

05/07

sleeping with the fishes

04/07

Kurt is up in heaven now.

02/07

Yes, I'm still sitting here in Virginia

01/07

because i can't keep up with the indians in the news
Wiki wiki wiki wak!

12/06

Wherein I lose my ability to capitalize consistently
I don't like canned food.
Death by Bananas and Satire and Irony
running on empty
25% of the time you are on your periodical!
I don't know why.
No, YOU suck

05/06

bachia takes over the world
payal & harnish get married

03/06

pictures pacify the people

12/05

Kalle has a plastic bag in his pocket. There is some pizza in it.

10/05

adventures in surfing
12 hours of driving and... at least i saw a rainbow.

09/05

now is time for cake
can you believe i've actually been to the hall the rikta was at? does that mean i've officially been to too many indian weddings? the hall's in atlanta!

09/06

girls?

09/05

it was to scrape off my old decal

05/05

betchya' never had a client claim to see angels floating over your shoulder
and the photos are even sporadically interspersed with requisite cute boy shots of cat
agreed: engineers are totally cute.
no risk ass

01/05

ross and his golden plan
just because their photos are so much more entertaining/beautiful than mine
sea of heartbreak

12/04

saare jahan se acha
i wanna go-a to goa!
just in case you deleted my email because you thought it was spam

11/04

who's that other guy? how old is that pic? what happened to the essentials? who are you people?
nightswimming
leave our homos alone
boston is f&^$ing cold!
this country has broken my heart
i think my brother is trying to distract me from the pre-election tension by sharing this

10/04

i was trying to be productive today

11/04

cutest pics of three virginians in china EVAR!

10/04

that deb sure is one smart cookie
why does this sound like a beatnik poem to me?

09/04

happy hurricane weekend part IV
That dreamy look in your eye/ Give me a tropical contact high...
we need a flag and a name.

08/04

miami nightlife after the monsoon rains

07/04

finally we are no one

07/07

Lost your IT job? Blame HR and your management. Don't blame India, or Indians.

06/04

a place where everyone is slightly left of center (and ragingly so), urban, and wearing comfortable shoes
i also do not get "hella"
four year old predictions finally come true
anyone want a gmail invite?
ready talent reunion! and a baby.

05/04

these pictures look curiously similar to my costa rica pictures...

04/2004

so yesterday? i saw a movie? it was great?

03/04

la cuenta por favor

02/04

monkey sad
i feel like i owe you
(hello? anyone still there?)

it MUST be big news
congrats kids :)

01/04

send ice. and love.
this will just have to suffice for now

11/03

i think i miss virginia
the truth about our jobs
dia de los muertos
halloweeeeeeeen pics!

10/03

jimmy pop is cute
on so many levels
also, turnpike update from max: human-less coin lanes are gone
this one's for the bostonians
dramatic sigh soon to come
brain cells burning
taking a break from frog-mania
today's new word is mierde
what update?

09/03

know what i need from you?
i'm working too, really
what have i gotten myself into?
surfers and lesbians
an adventure in ordinary life
start reading metafilter already
also, i got a room in miami! now come visit already.
kick it!

08/03

and mefi the movie would be funny
more liberal propaganda for ben
max is bored
who says you can't drink during the day as a regularly employed drone?

07/03

you think i jest
temptation and timing
drinking is funny
i know some of y'all could do this
so, you won't mind when i ignore you?
you will be required by law to at least try to smoke a cigarette
good news
both from mightygirl.net
i love cafepress
more more more links
alas, where is the redesign?
just links, no judgement
is the fucking glass half-empty or half-full?
or maybe i should just move to miami already
but not insane pictures :(
really? republicans have more money? who woulda thunk?
i have a mosquito bite on my butt
i'm back!

06/03

the site, that is
oh my

03/03

someone HAD to mention the oedipal complex
don't ask about the weddings
it's come to this

02/03

did i mention that march is wedding-mania in dc?
i now have no choice but to delve into all my theories on life, proving them using quantum physics
now, i just wonder how i didn't notice until today... (blame it on the snoooow)
today's conversation with my brother
i would be very delighted to be your friend
the lost art of the well-crafted email

01/03

love as politics
cyan is a four-letter word
who screams "widget!" in the throes of passion?
stop me
did i mention that i'm moving out?
soft, female and already corrupted, please

12/02

i agree with "excess"
ow
look who we found!
can you tell i can't concentrate on work today?
ghosts of xmas past
better than you, daily
fyi, i'm not that pharmacy student from u. of toronto
technical difficulties
how itchy is his back anyway?
message to max
die die die
no pun intended
tales of a viking invasion were greatly exaggerated

11/02

out of the whole chaotic cesspool of hate
she said it, not me
and a little frightening
just because i've been feeling somewhat muted lately...
do you realize?
next time i'll go to supercuts
and the proof is only 9 pages long
the morning after
even if you don't celebrate

10/02

i am brown
shalini is by urgent request
basic adult survival
it's a good thing daddy runs the vacuum empire
another reason
hear me? hear me! i need sugar in my tea!
telecommuting spoiled me. bad telecommuting.
vestri matris dat bonus caput capitis
flailing helplessly

09/02

just because their email was so... charming.
couldn't have said it better myself
miss you
thankgawd
it's just a joke. don't get so uppity
like daughter, like mother
i am NOT a hottie
i'm supposed to be working
you put the happy in my ness
you're more bored than i am
wanna' go?
more to come, i'm sure
are you kiddin'? we've already rented out your room...

08/02

dirty kanadians
some links that are keeping me sedate and content for now
lush-o sez wha?
test 2
now, go read "midnight's children"
that's all
it's (a)LIVE!
this is just a test. do not run out of your house screaming. yet.
for all us "bad" indian girls out there
flatulence does exist!

07/02

so my ass is large and i smell funny... it could be worse.
and now for something pleasant
it was all her baby's daddy's fault, really
she claimed it was because of all the flannel
that's below the median
oh, and i went to jersey this weekend. it was fun.
mirandaarielumbriel
i trust the tofu
to all you toe-haters out there...
um, is this what you expected?
still masquerading as a member of the real world
it's pointless to walk when it's past time to run

06/02

guess i'll go eat now
inanity of content reaches an all-time low
anyone remember carmen sandiego?
rock on, nickelodeon
get busy living or get busy dying
what was that? you don't think i'm funny?
another one bites the dust
statement of the day
even a termite wouldn't choke on it o/~
living vicariously thru the sachia
embarrassing him is my job (my 8th personality is a large italian mother)
who knew that jay-z was a trendsetter?
welcome back to virginia

05/02

stir it up
i don't get it
disturbing behavior
bollywood chic, eh? have you seen an indian movie?
skanky like a project chick
the british suck. apparently these pickles don't.
when you have nothing to say...
no, officer. i did NOT call you a fat pig.
is that a new shaliniland in the distance?
sammy, the aspiring supermodel
WAY better than being a reagan-baby
say something reasonably clever
old pictures are only worth a few words
just for micah
don't let your meat loaf.
whether you like it or not
some family trees bear an enormous crop of nuts

04/02

blessed is the homemaker
return of the fratboy
obla-di, obla-da
i be getting sappy in my old age
choose your own adventure
and you thought i was a boy
and it's not even true
don't try to bring logic into this
you could be my sunshine
this IS the über-update
this is not the über-update

03/02

(|)
tracking the progress of injured toes

02/02

not like alanis
it's amazing what a little hindlish will do to you
inexplicable
i've turned into my mother
not that i'd do anything about it, but...
i forgot what i was going to say
why is it so quiet around here?
i'm doing the chicken dance as i write this
i'm pretending to care
pretty!
no new mail
heh
what's purple, green and red and badly misshapen?
someone hath murdered sleep. good for him.
and dubya stands for walker.
more talk | less head
i'm a marketing gimp's dream-come-true
the all new gid show
harumph.
nick loves porn more than me
bend it! bend it!
STANDARD
ONESELF WHOM BE ACTUAL
IS CERTAINLY
FOUND

01/02

oh cameron!
passive aggressiveness and inexplicable frustration
pictures of my world verify its existence
go to sleep, you picture-crazy maniac!
shalini is a riceboy!
ich muß hier verlassen!
"tour of the south" leaves shalini with a vicious rash
pookie goes to charlotte
don't mind us, we're just going to sit here and make out
sammy is my zen master. and he told me not to watch any more of these dumb dating shows.

12/01

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"it is (to describe it figuratively) as if an author were to make a slip of the pen, and as if this clerical error became conscious of being such. perhaps this was no error but in a far higher sense was an essential part of the whole exposition. it is, then, as if this clerical error were to revolt against the author, out of hatred for him, were to forbid him to correct it, and were to say, 'no, i will not be erased, i will stand as a witness against thee, that thou art a very poor writer'."
- søren kierkegaard
(passage gleaned from "seymour, an introduction" by j.d. salinger)



   
 
 
 
 
   
 
   
 
 

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