.....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?