I went back to the doctor with my results (I had to go walkabouts for them 'cos the lazy imaging clinic forgot to mail them).
Turns out I'm fine. I mean I honestly think he could've scrutinised the scans a little more but yeah. The doctor says I'm probably suffering from stress and anxiety making me sound like some emotional car wreck. Come on, me? Associated to anything remotely unpleasant?
Haha, the doctor says if I still experience all this nasty head activity I can go back in a month and get referred to a neurologist. How exciting
Tune in for more.
It's funny how some parts of your life unfold quicker than the cooking of migoreng whilst other parts are so static you'd rather do some accounting homework. If you're like me you forget the former and instead choose to tackle the latter by actually committing to some accounting homework, or at least try to.
Can I help it if I'm simply indifferent about the further discussion of forms of revenue given by the example of the government taking over a government departments' liabilities?
Sometimes I hit myself thinking there's a mosquito, but there isn't. Honestly if that's not schizophrenia then the world is alot more insane than I comprehended.
Gawd I'm ranting, ranting in hopes of avoiding my accounting homework obviously.
So stop, let's go back.
1. Completion in production method.
2. Completion percentage method.
3. Cash transaction method.
4. Post-cash transaction method.
Those are the four ways you can recognise revenue. Thrilling.
Love love love. Wish on the inexplicables forces for me that my life in all departments gets alot more interesting than listing revenue recognition methods whilst blogging.
You are such a turd. If you know I like you at least tell me to go chuck off.
Stupid.
"Do NOT sleep on the plane. You could get a fatal blood clot. Oh! And especially avoid the window seat,"
The endearing words of her friend failed to comfort her as she gazed outside the plane window of the shonky Southern China Airlines plane. The air hostesses were less than perfect,which was a disappointment. However in midst of this female criticism, Edwina failed to anticipate that within three weeks in the same position she would be in too much pain to care if the air hostesses' eyes were too slit-like.
It started one Chinese morning, she got up from bed and immediately laid back onto her rock-hard Chinese pillow. Something was not quite right, and there was no animated French orphan to blame. Her head felt like a beached whale, out of place and quite frankly? Heavy.
This continued on for a few days, sparking a serious concern from Edwina about her health. Hence she visited the local health clinic, twice. Twice she got flu tablets. She already had those by the handful before she visited the clinic though? :O
The medicine seemed to work but Edwina's continued head afflictions in Australia proved otherwise.She visited the doctor once who proclaimed it was a simple headache. One that went on for a fortnight? Edwina begs to differ.
Two extra weeks later she visited the doctor again. She slumped in the lounge chair, boy was her head a bitch. A new doctor this time. This one always made her laugh, especially when he had his hands inspecting her extremely ticklish physique. Let us quote : "You are hopeless"
Immediately afterwards Edwina excitedly visited a _____ clinic. There she got a brain scan, sure the receptionist gave her a strange look when Edwina told her she was going to get a brain scan with a bit too much pep, but hey.
Life experience: +1
So let's see how it goes, Dr. 2 predicts it's nothing but stress but how can someone be under stress after a four month holiday? What kind of person would that make Edwina?
Sure, watching Marie Antoinette still gave her a mild visual orgasm but it didn’t take her mind off the pressing matter at hand. She glanced at his instant messenger status, and sighed with some relief. He was still on busy and therefore still with legit reason for his lack of response. She had grown accustomed to his online reticence and sporadic inconsideration for her nerves when waiting for him but tonight was something new. She had asked a question, in fact not a question but a request. “Travel buddies yeah?”. Sure it was cheesey like cheddar, but it got the message through. Two hours and fifty-three minutes later she watched as Kirsten Dunst portray the gradual fall of the French monarch, parallel to her declining hope he’d reply.
GG. In this particular day and age, no longer does it sheerly stand for the gamers’ lazy shorthand for “Good game” but for your average lady’s “Good Grief”. And good grief indeed, her heart was an old man who broke his spine from a spontaneous desire to do the robot. He had gone offline. Thus on this particular night, she had fallen to a new level of online shame. Not only had she been snobbed, but also via the internet. Everything hurts more when it’s occurs online. Gee, not even a rejection. So like the reclusive alcoholics who decide to intoxicate their grief away, she decides to go on an illegal music downloading rampage. Who needs a comforting diary to confide in when there are vulnerable official soundtrack songs to plunder? However in the midst of The Strokes and catchy rock tunes is the open wound no song can soothe – the wound of Online Debasement.
