Argh. Mihi assignment drives me insane. Boo. When we first started out at the Onuku Marae earlier this year, learning Maori and its somewhat mythical culture seemed to be really an interesting gateway from medical world. Now, halfway through the year, plodding through pages of notes, racking up my brain to think of a decent sentence for my assignment, I am not sure this is really fun anymore. It is slowly getting on my nerves, feeding me with frustrations. =.= See this happy picture of my friends? I took this on the last day before we left the Marae. We were quite jovial at that time - nonsuspecting of how demanding this whole learning-about-a-different-culture business could be. Pfft.



Apart from that, I have been going out every single day since I got back from Wellington. It always started out with me wanting to take a walk each day (because of this immense guilt quite often sparked after pigging out on desserts that my flatmates baked) and somehow, as if on autopilot, the walk in the park turned into the walk to the city or the mall. You see ah, my legs associate exercising with shopping. =p Yesterday though, I made myself proud for limiting myself from indulging on impulse shopping again. I spent yesterday's afternoon at borders flipping through mags while sipping on my timtam ice chocolate. With rich whipped cream lagi, ha take that!



Its already midnight. Time for my nocturnal brain to start working smart (hopefully). Mihi mihi mihi. >.< Screwed eh?.

**edited** - Ive just realized that I should have submitted my mihi patient's consent form like a month ago. argh argh argh. Definitely screwed. =.=