Sup life's Whack sup!

International monetary cooperation is like passionate love. It's great hwile it lasts but is impossible to maintain.

Monarchy is like a ship. It runs along just fine until some bumbling captain runs it into the docks. Democracy is like a raft. It stays afloat, but dammit, your feet are always wet.

This is what my hard work teaches me. yay.

At least Europe is turning from hopeless to hopeful once again in its typical yo-yo style of life.

I look for inspiration but all I see is papers. Papers. PAPE-EGH!
As would be said (A)

Oh I should go. I'd walk off in a hmph but other than my rather flamboyant Feather pen, there's just nothing huffy about this.

Kind regards,
User of teh Ambiguous Grammatical Formulations.

My teach hath never complimented me so vunderfully ;)

A Man's Reach must always Exceed his Grasp

All together now, you can do it now. And a part of you will always be with meeeeeee...

Weigh the pros and cons
Always bring up any conceivable opposition to any proposals
Set clear well-defined targets
Link coordination plan and structure.

Less than 2 weeks, to turn my life around. Or begin steering in any case ;)

And now for classic Charmed!
Ayeee! It's Friday the 13th *wail like a Banshee*

To put it in a nutShell

To stare down at the world from the heights of corporate glory was intoxicating.

The world has in store more humble pursuits for those that would weild power too great for it.

If, when all that mattered has come to an end, and all you desired has come to naught, do you despair or reevaluate, facing the realisation that all you did covet was life itself.

In that instance, between the moment of truth and the feat of strength, when the very world stands still around you and even time dares not breathe, your only true companion through the ordeal is sleep.
I wonder if that should've been instant ::) Poetic license, Nerr nerrnyah! :p

Those last thoughts before you fall asleep. Counting the sheep. Watching your day. Living a world that could never be. And finally shutting down your faculties such that the slightest thought causes your head to pound. That final moment before you go to sleep. That is the moment I need to know. And that is the moment that shall be my key.

Dis-Claimer

This blog, owing to the openness of its nature, is in fact not a compilation of any sort of secrets Sindy may have, whatsoever. In fact, it should be well assumed that Sindy leads a life of no secrets worth sharing in any case, and all events posted within are highly exaggerated versions of the mundane happenings of a fictional characters daily life.

As such, any that do know the real Clawford are requested not to infer the presence of some tragedy due to the general flow of writing here-within, and to simply accept it as an expression of somewhat random thoughts and stress-relief.

Owing to constraints upon myself, I shall have to somewhat subtley do that thing that I wanted to do slightly more publicly. Anony requests pah! Have a good one <_<

The Devil is in the Details

It is not ambition we are short of. It is the will to put in the effort that sets us apart.

... and I wonder if this blog is anywhere near a faithful representation of my personality, a confusion fast countered by the overwhelming conflict within my personality to actually be defined as any one still thing. But in so much as I can comprehend, it is not a deviant as much as it comes from a merger of the four, without any clear dominance by any, other than the sever subjugation of the physical.

And it is my shadow that scares me the most, that which is nought but a projection of myself.

Though upon that one could always wonder about the fear factor embodied by a reflection. Shadows in the dark can make one jumpy. Reflections unexpected can make one-two-nought.