Euphoria.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dkfcc0up168
(Words & Letters In Color - Little Plastic Pilots)

The story of the century, never to escape the minds of the knowing. You, or should I say we, believe that we shall enter a euphoria at one time or another in our eyes and our lives. Today this proof is to be noticed world wide. When feeling like nothing can go wrong, something horrid usually occurs. Yet something planned, could in turn make everything better. This is at our internal bliss for such happenings. For the past two months I think to myself about the ocean; my home... Not the place where I live, but the place where I belong. For many others the ocean is not their type of pleasure. Maybe it is the mountains or rather that of a sport, like skiing or fishing. Whatever your heart finds as a deep or more intriguing, ritualistic spot where you feel in touch with yourself, surroundings, and nature. By the way, any mortal euphoria relates to nature in some aspect. I believe that nature is more or less in tune with us and those that "know" feel more as one with it.

Funny, if you ponder over such a thought... Every time you hear the Earth in its majestic beauty turn, you turn with it. Not knowing - No, not acknowledging the fact that you are a part of that Euphoric cycle. As stars collide and dissipate with time, you are a part of it. Comets whizzing through the vast open vacuum, turning in whatever form or direction they wish, you are a part of that systematic cycle. Just looking at the moon or some distant planet over time is that of an internal happiness for some, including myself.

Some might have one fond attraction, while others have diversity in plenty. If you yourself say you don't have an appeasing place or are not passionate about anything, look around, nothing is alone, not a chance. Those who believe that they cannot find their bliss as a mortal, will never find or achieve their longings. For Euphoria knows no boundaries, mortal or immortal.

(Written 16 Years Ago)

I Guess It Rains Down In Paris.

Really crappy weather my whole stay in France. Ten times worse than the Highlands... At least there you will find less pollution. I did the tours of Paris, in the rain. The La Louvre, the Tower, Hard Rock, normal street side cafes, bland foods. Walking, raining.

I got lost, in Paris of all places. About an hour later I spotted the hotel. I stayed in the room until dinner, just trying to dry out. After dinner was the Eiffel Tower. I went to the top. I was not sure what to make of this structure. In the gloom and wetness from the ground below, it was a manufactured landscape. The top offered graffiti and a view of dark lit streets and alleys and a carousel not in use with a sky of fog. Graffiti... my name amongst others and a message to the one standing below... See you in Rome. I couldn't resist. The one standing, was one I could not keep my eyes off of.... this guy at the tower. He had blonde hair, parted in the middle, the front longer with the back shorter in cut, the 1930's appeal of barber shop mayhem. Gorgeous eyes and thick eyebrows. The face of soft skin and pondering eyes. He was still at the bottom dressed in black trench and black pants. He was full of wonders every time our eyes met. His eyes... as if I recognized. He seemed a relic from a past all but forgotten in the bustle of tourism and time.

The Palace of Versailles, I lit my cigarette outside the pyramid and glanced around. Rain. I went back in and down the stairway leading into museumed art. Imagine me, a queen, walking in a long flowing gown, gliding over the marble floor towards my king. There he would stand forthwith under the Venus painting delicately colored onto the ceiling above. It would be different... to all those who fantasize about living in an era surrounded by royalty.

The train out of France left me contemplative as my expectations whithered. Not to mention, the local hair dresser wanted 437 francs to die my hair purple - Geez! I don't see Paris for lovers. Maybe romanticists in the form of searching for love, as I was alone.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPT_3PEjnsE
(Africa - Toto)

(Written Years Ago)

When I am out to sea, I write in an authentic paper journal from time to time and then update my journal here and elsewhere with anything I wish to share. The dates correspond with my real journal and are inserted accordingly, so you might wanna glance through the last months again for the new stuff. Now that I have my legs back and are on shore with some free time, I am getting this among other things in order.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwOMekUff8c
(Special - Mew)

I couldn't of said this better:

"So fulfill that voyeuristic urge deep within you and watch as my "life" unfolds. It's nothing all too exciting, but enough to keep you reading, or I could only hope.

My entry titles are funny. Not ha-ha, joking funny. The scheme I follow, or whatever you want to call it is weird in a funny way to me... Sometimes they're just lyrics from songs in my head at the time. Other times they're little blips I make up, sometimes because they sound cool, but far more often with the sinister undertone of something affecting me in some way. Melodramaticness in its most subtle...

Besides, I'm not writing for you anyway." - by Disillusioned on OIO.

Aah.. The Smells Of Summer At Home On Land.

Some things I miss about Atlantis. But some things I have gained. The smells no longer resemble orchids, jasmine, and blooming orange blossoms. New and just as appeasing; I find the comfort of return in that of lilacs and pansies, amongst other native arrays. Who would of guessed even fresh cut grass is inviting? It is good to be back on land again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZhMCkp-lQRg
(Now That Summer Is Here - The Videls)

Toilet Epiphanies...

To see Jesus in a tile.

I personally did not have this experience. The memory from some time ago, where this had actually happened to another, popped into my mind today.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tPMUXosYnok
(Scrubs - Roof Toilet)

Swiss Cheez.

I arrived in Lucerne. Or should I say the conductor trying to get the pillows and sheets at 08:00 woke me and started my day off just peachy.

Cappuccino and ice cream. What would I do without ice cream? So many flavors, so many countries. I was pretty tipsy by the end of the night with the tasting of Swiss and Deutsch beers. So early to bed.

Had to catch the train. Up Titlus by one lift, then another - 3 in total. The third was absolutely neat as it rotated. The ice caves! Wow! My girlfriend and I had so much fun running around the ice caves. Then on returning to the outside world, we decided to body surf the snow. We laughed and laughed. I was full of snow. Some places I have no idea how it managed to get in there! The train back down was to leave at 14:25... or was that 14:45? Walking and running... We are late!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fnVuiGj3G34

On the way down the rotating lift stereo system played The Eagles. This timeless classic was appropriate as everything seemed to be in slow motion since we were in a rush not to miss the departing train. While waiting, I dumped out the remains of snow from hidden places. Lift to lift... Ground. Running, where was the train station? Shit! Military training kicks in, find the tracks. No problem, set new course running along the railway. 14:57 - Train station. Missed the train back to Lucerne. Now we will have to buy our tickets again, argh! Next train 15:25, plenty of time to find somewhere to get some grub. Back at the train station, we had thought we missed the train our tickets were good for... but that wasn't the case. Fortunately we were there on time and didn't have to dish out extra funds. Darnit! All that running around for nothing, when we could of enjoyed our stay with the snow.

One thing I learned from my worldwide travels, if someone comes up to you and asks in broken English, "Do you walk?" For heaven sakes answer NO! Clueless, young, single female... I looked at these guys with an expression of duh..... Of course I walk... I'm walking down the promenade enjoying my coffee and shopping. I guess the general concept of the question was street prostitution... Hmmm, I wished I had known that before!

A late night rendezvous above the town... Invitation by the ones Alain, Manuel, and Christian. My friend and I crossed the bridge, where a boardwalk of night life awaited on the other side. Every parapet of the bridge was a handcrafted inscription full of detail as a story unraveled in the passing wood (I was fortunate to have traveled when I did. To see this masterful piece of art in its original status. Shortly after my stay, the bridge burned.) The lookout point... what a view of the city below at night. The village of Lucerne a lit in a dusky haze of blaze. We had previously eaten ice cream there earlier in the day, on the rocks serving as a balcony. We said our goodbyes, with the appropriate cheek to cheek kissing frenzy Europeans do. Thanking them for a lovely evening with their invite to see a great sight.

I did of course leave Switzerland with a Swatch, hehe. To come all this way and not have the classic souvenir would be a pity.

(Written Years Ago)

Dieing From Dying.

These thoughts and views are from myself after reading a study on breast cancer.

Breast cancer, the most leading disease in females of the present age. What about the past? And how will it effect our future?

Interesting study I just came across the other day, had me truly deep in thought. There was no breast cancer or ovarian problems in the past. Although our medical knowledge has lengthened over the years, and just like media, coverage is widespread... the earlier woman prior to the 50s, and even in the generations of elderly from the earlier times were not susceptible to the common plague we have now. At least that is what we speculate, although average length of age was much shorter then as well, so who knew exactly what ailments people were dying from? Anyway, in someone else's correlation to the two, what was the leading factor between then and now with woman? Hair care. So on this notion, scientists performed a startling study on hair dyes (amongst other products) and the link to breast and ovarian cancers. You guessed it! The chemicals all of us ladies use in our hair have really gone to our brains.

Do you really know what hair dye does? I know my best friend and I do, because she went to school for the career, and I just happened to bored one day and read her texts. The chemicals in hair dye actually change the molecular structure of your hair. Now don't forget to wipe out those greys.... make sure your hair die is good and in depth covering those roots. Guess where that chemical goes direct into, your brain, which controls everything else nearly on lengths of neurons. The study supported and proved that a few direct links in chemicals found in dyes are directly related to cancer in itself (after years of other studies). It also proved that women who have breast cancer and ovarian problems have or have continuously dyed their hair more than one time per year. Women who use dyes less have a lower rate of being infected with malignant forms of cancer, than those who use these products on a regular basis. Have we found the missing link? Possibly, but like with everything, no one knows for sure... they can only test theories and speculate. But when hard facts are presented, its hard to turn and look the other way. So just what is the industry going to do? Their comments will amaze you... just like cigarettes. They plan on informing no one.

Dye, originally urine induced the long lasting effects of color. And now in labs all across the globe, enzymes and chemical catalysts have been created to take "urine" out of the equation. These chemicals now change our code in our bodies, and thus producing a new mutation to what makes us female to begin with. I know this is so far fetched to even fathom, but we all check labels on our food, so have you ever looked at a shampoo or soap bottle... ever wonder what those big words mean? Anyone who has taken chemical calculations knows, and most of those colorations and smells in your products, come from synthetic dyes, let alone parabens. The fact of the matter is the chemicals in the hair dye may be very potent, but the little stuff we use everyday (or ingest) could be doing us off too.

Future scientists - over the last 2 centuries men have begun to use hair dye in increase. This should be a good study in the next 30 or so years, to see if they have an increase rate in cancer.

I for one plan on never getting cancer. But I am female and this alone probably won't stop me from dying my hair every year to 2 years (when the mood suits). I mean come on, the Egyptians have been doing it for decades the natural way (t-he, mmmm, urine). But it was such an interesting case with proven material on argument, I thought that all my female peeps needed the fyi!