Ditchin Da Dump?!

Omg, am so friggin pissed?! Just wrote the first "intellectual" entry that i have EVER written, and this stinkin' site just died on me?! Grrrrr...Anyway, I've decided not to let the computer win this battle, even if it means me staying awake until 5am to finish this friggin thing! (Shuddup, I'm past the denial stage, I know I have no life, aite?).

Well, tonites the last night I'm gonna spend in Oz for quite a bit. Tomorrow, at this time, I'm going to be a billion miles up in the air, on my way to India! (which, as many of you already know, I refer to as 'curryland'). Yeah, I'm all excited and all that, I mean, I love my grandma's cooking, visiting my cousins and relies (some of which I never knew even existed) and indulging on heaps n heaps of sugary goodies; the only problem is the idea of 'getting there'. I mean, don't get me wrong or anything, the concept of being able to travel halfway across the globe in a matter of half a day totally excites me, but its the very idea of having to spend around twelve hours (in total) in three friggin planes that makes my gut turn to jello.

My plane journey primarily consists of hogging the window seat, ensuring that my mum's head doesn't end up hanging into the aisle as she sleeps, playing Mario consistently (and losing every 5 minutes), watching crummy movies and doodling out postcards (to a million curry 'aunties n uncles'). Wait- and that's just the BETTER part. The rest of the time is spent with me trying to gulp down chunks of unidentified plastic tasting matter, wrapped up in little foil covered containers- yep, welcome to the wonderful world of plane cuisine! I only do this so as to prevent my stomach from digesting itself, and keep my good ol' ma happy. In order to do this, however, it usually means I end up swallowing gallons of Coke, which in turn (more sooner than later) results in me having to .. er.. 'go'. And that's the worst bit! (for those of you who do not wish to read any further, just stop now.. don't say i didn't warn you!)

I mean, ok, as many of you know, I have a phobia against many things- things that fly, things that crawl (esp. spiders), hairy things, .... and little spaces. One of the biggest unsolved mysteries of life that plague me constantly is that of the whole "let's see how small we can build the cubicle" mystery. Most of you can probably relate to what I'm sayin. I mean, geez, have you seen the size of those things?! Sometimes I wonder if they built them based on a blueprint from some kinda horror freakshow or something. What with the amount of space in there, its no wonder that one of my worst nightmares involves me suffering from concussion caused during turbulence and left just lying there! If that were to happen, knowing my luck- I'd just be left in there to rot, while the other passengers probably think that Im just taking a dump! (sorry, couldn't think of a politer way of putting it). Oh and to make matter worse, they decide to throw in one of 'em suction flushes that feel like they're just about rady to suck you into wherever they lead!

Omg, I think I'm just about to begin hyperventilating.... that's it for now.

P.S.
Hope I survive tomorrow's journey! Amen!

Uni Life- Who said nything about growin up?

Well, well, well.. had my first taste of uni life today. Let me just let you in on a secret- UNI IS WAY DIFFERENT TO WHAT ITS LIKE INDA MOVIES! Yep, and as gay or stupid as that may sound, its true. Most of you that read this are already into or past the uni stage, and are probably mentally giving me the "..well, DUH?!" treatment, but, geez, how was I supposed to know?

Hmm, I think I'll start from the beginning; set my ramblings straight. Well, as mentioned yesterday, today was the BIG DAY, when I was to see my chosen campus, for the first time. BOY- was I in for a surprise! I mean, I know I had had two friggin people (YEAH-> SARMILLA, SJ, YAN-YEE, n AJAY, I've reserved each of you guys a burial plot across da campus?!) warning me not to get my hopes up- but get real?! I didn't think it could be that bad!

I keep telling myself that it was just because today was meant to be a pretty shit day, I mean, I had bad vibes from the moment I woke up, to the minute i got tangled up in my sheets and fell off my bed, to the second I nearly blew up the microwave (coz i left a spoon in there by mistake.. oops?!).

The day began with me meetin up with Ayesha at E.W station as planned, n us deciding on catching the 11:40 train to Lidcombe. That's when things started going (further) downhill; just as we were getting all psyched about actually getting there ahead of schedule, !@&*in Cityrail announces that our train is delayed by half an hour. Needless to say, we got over our 'high' in a hurry, and soon set about getting ourselves all pissed off.

Well, after a journey of what seemed like 12 hours, we finally reached Lidcombe. Omg, to those of you who actually live around there, or have affectionate tendencies towards that area, I pity you, and in no means am I trying to offend you or your taste in locality.
We spent the next 20 minutes waiting at the bus stop for the uni bus that was supposedly meant to arrive every 10 minutes, wishing to god that we had cars (or even a friggin bicycle?!) to get outta that dump. At one stage, this huge scary evil lookin guy drove past us, and i remember distinctly wishing for a helmet to protect the remnants of my brain from any bullets- lest he wished to shoot my brains out.
By the time our bus finally arrived, I was practically having a hysterical laughing fit (for no apparent reason- yeah, i kinda get 'em when I'm scared shitless?!) and Ayesha was attempting to shut me up and disassociate herself from me simultaneously- in vain.

The first thing that Ayesha and I noticed was the HUGE cemetery located across the road from our campus. Apparently, it's known to be one of Sydney's most largest graveyards- and caters for practically every religion! Anyway, sorry, that is besides my point. Can you imagine having to go to uni, alongside that HUGE depressing thing? OMG?! &@*#@*&^*@&# Let me just say, it was scary as hell- we couldn't help picturing it during Winter- when it gets dark early!

OOh, and about the actual campus! I have never seen a more depressing place in my life- EVER! (Disregarding the cemetery across the road, of course). The buildings are all gray- with little or no colour at all. There are no lively 'anythings'- and the only life I could see was in the few goldfish swimming around in a little pond, just outside the Physio Dept. Ok, I know you all are probably thinking that I am a little diptstick that doesn't know a good thing when she sees it- but lemme ask you, how many of you have actually been inside the USYD Lidcombe campus, eh? I ain't gonna deny that I'm being very pessimistic, but yeah, let me just remind you, that these are my musings afterall- and I am feeling downright bloody pessimistic at the moment!

Well, anyway, Blahdy-blah-blah we ended up catching the train home, loaded with our new UNI books, all crammed into our lame little "welcome to USYD- Cumberland Campus' bags, and looking like someone had just chewed us up, and regurgitated us back onto the floor. Before we split however, Ayesha and I decided that:

1. She was going to get her Ps ASAP (there ain't no chance of me getting mine at this rate- until i hit 65!)

2. We are going to be buried together under this huge oak, right near the cemetery gates, and

3. We are going become MAQ uni bums, and get wasted at their campus (esp. since ours doesn't have a bar! *SHOCK, HORROR!*)

Well, that's it for now... I wonder if the cemetery folks would give us funerary discounts? Afterall- Maq students get movie discounts?! Geez?!

.....Me!

Well, to begin with, my name is Nafisa (well, thats what it says on the "official" documents anyway). At some stage or another, I have also been known as:

Nafi

Naf-Naf

Fizz

Fiza

Nafizz

"Shake-it"

"Dory" (after the dopey blue fish with an insufferable memory from "Finding Nemo")

Nazz

Nabeesa

Fish

Naf "eye" sa (by my primary teacher, who believed she knew how to pronounce my name better than I did!)

Well, there you have it. All 10 versions of my name. I find it quite amazing that people find it so hard to pronounce a name with merely THREE syllables in it! I mean, hey, gimme a break! Its quite short compared to some other 'curry' names that I know of?! Geez! Sometimes I wonder, mannn, if this is what I've had to undergo, my heart goes out to the rest of you 'curries' out there with MORE than three syllables in your names?!

Anyway, as I've already mentioned, I'm a "curry", which, in Australia (well, Sydney anyway) unofficially means you fall under the Indian/Lankan group. Well, I'm Indian- half Gujarati ["Gujju"] and half Malayali ["Mallu"] (belonging to the little state at the bottom of India, called Kerala). "Woah," some of you might think- "this chics a cocktail?!".. well, needless to say, I might mention, that this mixing of cultures doesn't leave me enlightened with an in depth knowledge into the two worlds. Rather, I'm quite biased with my knowledge, and have realised over time, that i need to get more in touch with my..um.. "cultural side".

Having arrived at Oz at the age of one and living most of my life in Sydney, naturally leaves me feeling more at home over here. Well, having spent six years of my highschool life in a school where PINK (baby pink, to be exact) was the primary colour of the uniform, the buildings, and the walls (oh and let's not forget the ever so important pink liquid soap in the bathroom?!) has left me permanently scarred mentally and emotionally. I can now honestly say, that I DETEST the colour, and will scream if I have to wear it EVER again. Besides that, let me add that my dad "lovingly' decided to turn my bedroom into a permenent shrine to my school by painting its walls pink and my door baby blue (the colour of our socks). And let me tell you, I swear, I could have camouflaged myself against my own friggin wall! Anyway, now that I have successfully forgotten what my point was, I shall quit rambling for now (unless I remember what my point was).

Tomorrow is a new day-a special day, in which I shall begin a new chapter of my life. Yep, I've decided to begin workin on my New' Year's Resolution of getting a life, and what better way to getting a sneak preview as to what 2005 will hold, than with my first taste of university life? Enrollment Day is tomorrow, and I'm hoping to wipe my slate clean, and start afresh.. living the life I've always wanted to live! WOOOOO! *Fingers crossed* I wouldnt mind having a couple of 'Hot Cookies' doing my course, I mean, 'HELLO!?" I have afterall been subjected to six years in an ALL GIRLS' PINK SCHOOL dammit! I deserve better, wouldn't you say?

Message From Devi

This is a message for Naf Naf the owner of this blog ...... Congrats on finally creating a blog ....... Actually I should congrat myself since I went through the whole setup proccess ....... those 3 difficult steps!!!!

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