tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88974247265954968732024-02-19T16:55:52.355+13:00The Uninvited TruthA by-passer's view into the mind of a writer...Lukashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430767604962027856noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897424726595496873.post-6483006181453350022010-04-26T18:17:00.003+12:002010-04-26T18:39:32.346+12:00Return of the Blogger (Good or bad thing?)So, yeah... It's been awhile since my last post... 3 months to the day, (91 days).<br /><br />ALOT has happened in that time. I could probably write a handful of blogs explaining each and everything that has happened... but I don't want to bore you.<br /><br />I guess you could say I met someone, whom I fell in love with... I found my faith. I'm not going to say I'm religious or anything, I don't believe in the institution of man at all. But I did find God.<br /><br />Well, He found me... in a very powerful way.<br /><br />On the whole it has been the single most important invent in my life... I've changed as a person dramatically... I'm even taller and more muscley! =p lol.<br /><br />I guess I have been expecting Him to change some other things too. Some of the people I've met were probably waiting for him to "straighten" me up too. I haven't been really thinking much about guys at all, but in the same way, I haven't been thinking about girls either. I'm definitely not straight. I'm just... nothing. It's hard to explain.<br /><br />But recently... I guess my heart has realized it's still there. And I've been longing for arms around me, and a soft, warm breath on my neck. I haven't been held in months, no arms of longing have been wrapped around me. And I've once again started to feel lonely... but this time it's a different loneliness.<br /><br />Because now I have my faith (which is unwavering!) but I have nobody (noone physically here) that can understand how I feel. I'm in Love with God, but apart from that, I have nothing. I'm not looking at women, and wanting to get married and live the "christian lifestyle". I'm not looking at women and longing to be with one.<br /><br />But I am longing for a hand to hold mine, some arms to envelop me, and a voice whispering in my ear... "It will be ok, because I love you". I read a quote today that really made me smile... "I love you because... to understand our love, they would have to turn the world upside down."<br /><br />I know God loves me... I know that is sufficient. But... but.<br /><br /><br /><br />Well apart from that, some other HUGE things that happened in these past 91days:<br />1. My younger sister gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, her name is Issabella and as of today she is 2weeks and 1day old.<br />2. I turned down the job in Qatar.<br />3. I completed my first piece of artwork since last year.<br />4. I've started to sing. (Much to the pain of many ears!)Lukashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430767604962027856noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897424726595496873.post-5024496644647369532010-01-26T16:10:00.005+13:002010-01-26T18:35:36.933+13:00Dreams<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8IgdNFf6ZoWDOo78w5rxowIGmK4fGCsG14Nn_dgRFB-X3Z0nICvV8z7kXBR7l74VYI00WxVIV-f1l9j-ZQPxDy6HTeXREitfCtQkgK5bkZcNagcegBi9P8UK9d5pgFvAbKUDrCbA5xk2C/s1600-h/AA005384.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8IgdNFf6ZoWDOo78w5rxowIGmK4fGCsG14Nn_dgRFB-X3Z0nICvV8z7kXBR7l74VYI00WxVIV-f1l9j-ZQPxDy6HTeXREitfCtQkgK5bkZcNagcegBi9P8UK9d5pgFvAbKUDrCbA5xk2C/s320/AA005384.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430883489813107154" /></a><br /><br />I keep having this semi-recurring dream about a guy I knew/know. I guess you could say that there was definitely something between us... even though it was brief and nothing ever came of it. There was mutual attraction, but there was more than that, there was a deeper understanding of each other, and I guess what some people call the "spark".<br /><br />We never got together, the only physical contact being two hugs. I just wanted to point that out... the reality of it was, we never really stepped over the 'friends' line. And then things happened and we stopped hanging out... and then the texts ceased and talking to each other on msn grounded to a halt, except for the odd "Hi" now and then. We'll call this person DB for the purposes of this post.<br /><br />Anyway, DB and I first met in person when we were both going through an... interesting... time. It was these interesting things that caused the rift in our friendship... I suppose I have to confess, it was partly, well more than partly, my own fault that these things happened.<br /><br />So the silence grew, the distance between us widening. And then, recently, out of the blue, I start dreaming about DB, which takes me by surprise, since I hadn't really thought about them much recently.<br /><br />My dreams are always weird... just warning you all now! These dreams about DB tend to be very similar to each other, with minor differences each night. Last night however, the dream was very different...<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">It started off with me riding a horse. It was the most beautiful landscape, not a building or road in sight, the sound of waves crashing against the shore could be heard whispering across the low rolling hills. And the horse! It was absolutely stunning! My dream horse, Black, with a white mane and a white tail. It was the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen.<br /><br />So I'm riding, and then I urged the horse into a gallop... racing up and down the hills, running along the long golden sandy beach, the spray from the surf washing against my face, cooling the horse and I down as we charge. There was no destination, we were just running as fast as the horse could go...<br /><br />And then the green hills break away and are replaced by buildings, the sand falls out from underneath us, only to become cement and tarmac, the spray that was caressing us, becomes heavy rain pelting down on us. In seconds the whole landscape is replaced by a grey, depressing, cityscape. The horse keeps running, and I'm crying, my tears being whipped away behind me, lost in the rain.<br /><br />The beautiful horse stops outside a building, and I realize it's Starbucks... but it's not just a normal Starbucks, it's the first place I ever met DB. I tether my horse to a bike stand, walk in, order my usual Caramel Mochiato and climb the stairs, looking to see if my usual seat in the corner, by the window is free. It's not, I let out an audible sigh of disappointment...<br /><br />The person who is sitting in my seat, who was previously looking out of the window, turns to look at me... It's DB. I let out another sigh, not one of disappointment, not one of relief... Just a sigh. He smiles at me, and nods to the other seat, indicating I should join him. So I sit, my expression locked in one of mild curiosity. I hadn't seen or heard anything from him in quite awhile, so I'm somewhat taken aback by his sudden appearance in my seat.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJd3Omk08mpXgktXA9vTO7Zx6NpTd40qidyFkloQcBWsLRNN3Fuuq4MUGr2qOQLRACjNTL7JDI95crRfIzn7h6COQMW35zjCNAWuZJIaF0JxQOAHmO3V9GmRmkLo7p4od2fnVCmOsKRU-/s1600-h/man_thinking.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJd3Omk08mpXgktXA9vTO7Zx6NpTd40qidyFkloQcBWsLRNN3Fuuq4MUGr2qOQLRACjNTL7JDI95crRfIzn7h6COQMW35zjCNAWuZJIaF0JxQOAHmO3V9GmRmkLo7p4od2fnVCmOsKRU-/s320/man_thinking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430912418274763442" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">For a few minutes we just sit in silence, trying to assess what the other is thinking. I go to speak, but stop before the words come out. It is DB who breaks the silence...<br /><br />"You can't leave"<br /><br />I don't know how to reply, my ticket for Paris is booked, my job secured, my flight leaves in two days. He speaks again...<br /><br />"If you leave, we wont be able to find out what would happen if we gave in to the way we feel about each other"<br /><br />I'm surprised again, I thought I had made it clear many times before that I was interested in him, despite what happened. I'm still fumbling for words. He places his hand on top of mine... I feel something ripple up my arm and through my body, not a shiver, but more like a form of energy. My clouded thoughts clear, and there is only one thing on my mind... that this is what I have been waiting for. I find my voice...<br /><br />"You told me this could never happen. You said that no matter what there was between us, nothing would ever come of it. After [the events] I looked to you for support, as something to keep me. When you sang Michael Bubble in the car, I knew that I had to be with you... but we could't. So I planned my escape, I chose Paris, the city of my heart, and I was going to leave everything behind me, be a new person. Someone who doesn't make the mistakes I make. I need to be free"<br /><br />DB takes me by the hands, and walks out of Starbucks, past my horse and and to a lamppost we once sat at on the waterfront. That was the first place I ever wanted to kiss him. We're sitting side by side, he turns my face towards him and kisses me. And then we just sit there in each others embrace</span>, till I wake up.<br /><br />I've been thinking about DB all day, and we had a brief talk on msn earlier... from what I can gather, we are going for coffee next week, perhaps at Starbucks?!?!<br />It's not a date or anything of the sort, he has made it clear he doesn't want anyone, and that he is being chaste. Not that I want to have sex with him, which I told him I don't... though I don't think he believes me. I don't, for the record, I just want his company, and to laugh and feel like I did when I first met him. Nothing can come from the coffee, except perhaps a renewed friendship, because neither of us want anything to come from it... I think??<br /><br />So, a post about dreams and coffee... we're moving away from the sad little depressed Lukas! WooLukashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430767604962027856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897424726595496873.post-29050170040520870662010-01-18T20:48:00.003+13:002010-01-18T20:55:52.449+13:00A poem. UnnamedLast night, someone who I consider close to me sent me a poem. It's incredible cute, and it made me smile. I've decided to share it with you (with the person's permission of course). Anyway, here it is:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">A poem. Unnamed<br /> <br />You’re worth it.<br />The ad was right<br />You are worth it<br />You are Funny<br /> Smart<br /> Cute<br /> And Cliché<br />I learnt in poetry class<br />That these do not have to have<br />Any real structure<br />So I can say what I want,<br />Evn skpn out ltters.<br /> <br />You’re worth it Lukas<br />Believe it or not<br />Fact or fiction in your heart.<br />Just suck it up<br />And try again,<br />Life is like that, when you fall off<br />You get back on and try again<br />Because quitters never win<br />Now just do it.<br /> <br />One last thing in this little rambling of mine.<br />I still like you,<br />Even though you are moving away.<br />What can I say, its magnetism,<br />Only you have I ever endured this for<br /> <br />That’s it, I sign off.<br />Ja ne<br />See ya<br />Ta ta<br />Buh bai<br />Adios amigo<br />Ciao Ciao.</span></span>Lukashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430767604962027856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897424726595496873.post-8805597323783532602010-01-15T19:04:00.004+13:002010-01-15T19:19:44.235+13:00You'll find someone who deserves you...How many of us have heard that over the years??? (or some derivation of it)<br /><br />It's almost as incredibly cliche as "It's not you, it's me" (and just to point out, of course it's you, you self-centered prick who cant keep his dick in his pants long enough to actually try to maintain something meaningful with someone who [formerly] worshiped you!!!!)... sorry about that little rant, it's not targeted at anyone in particular, just a little venting on my part, for all those who have heard those cursed words!<br /><br />I guess I've just heard "you deserve so much more" too many times now. It's my heart, and my love to give, YOU do not get to tell me who I should love. If I love you, then I LOVE YOU, telling me I deserve someone else is just you flaking out. It's not going to change the way I feel about you.<br /><br />So my advice to anyone who wants to break up with their partners... do not say anything along those lines. It's unfair to them. Grow a pair, and be the dick that you clearly are (unless you have good cause to break up with them, in which case I recommend some scissors and an escape route). If you try to be the nice guy when breaking up with someone, it just ends up hurting more... so if you're going to break their heart, cut them deep... at least this way they can hate you and work on getting over it.<br /><br />I've become such a cynic... there was a time once (not too long ago!) where love and romance were the biggest drives in my life, they softened the harsh world that we live in. Now, I see cheats and liars everywhere, unhappy relationships, broken homes and good people having their hearts ripped out by the shallow.<br /><br />If Shakespeare were alive today, I'm sure he would have something to say about the state of love in our world. What is it about humanities obsession with completely destroying everything that was once good??? Remember Shakespeare's words, in my favorite piece of literature, Sonnet 116:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Let me not to the marriage of true minds <br />Admit impediments. Love is not love <br />Which alters when it alteration finds,<br />Or bends with the remover to remove:<br />O no! it is an ever-fixed mark <br />That looks on tempests and is never shaken;<br />It is the star to every wandering bark,<br />Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.<br />Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks <br />Within his bending sickle's compass come: <br />Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, <br />But bears it out even to the edge of doom.<br />If this be error and upon me proved, <br />I never writ, nor no man ever loved</span>.</span><br /><br />Ohh such words used to move me right down to my core... now I read them with a detached sense of loss. It saddens me.<br /><br />The world has become a cold place indeed.Lukashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430767604962027856noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897424726595496873.post-57670386764625700972010-01-14T21:35:00.002+13:002010-01-14T21:40:39.988+13:00QATARSoo... I've been rather busy applying for jobs and such... and I've just heard back from one... I've been shortlisted for a job in Doha, Qatar.<br />There's still a little stuff to send and what not, but if I get the job, I could be gone by mid-Feb! How insane is that?!?!<br /><br />There are a few problems presented however... I'd pretty much have to completely hide the fact that I'm gay, and the Sponsor laws are a little iffy... We shall see.Lukashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430767604962027856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897424726595496873.post-53998927587267933192010-01-12T03:33:00.003+13:002010-01-12T03:38:29.125+13:00more bad news...So as if my last post wasn't bad enough... I just heard some more bad news.<br /><br />I've just heard that my aunt has died from a heart-attack. They live back in England, but apparently she had been in hospital because of her hip, had an operation and then had a heart-attack a few hours after boxing day... and we've only just found out.<br /><br /><br /><br />It is apparently the era of D's... Disappointment, divorce and death.<br /><br /><br />I may not post anything for awhile (a few weeks tops)... there is a lot going on at the moment, and on top of all this drama, I am busy sorting out employment overseas, so my series of nights up till 6am are likely to continue (I need to work on an international timeline). I am getting little to none sleep...<br /><br />I just wanted to update everyone as to my upcoming silence..Lukashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430767604962027856noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897424726595496873.post-15457999960009707952010-01-09T19:39:00.002+13:002010-01-09T20:42:35.030+13:00Book me on the next flight out of here!Je souhaite que Je pourrais me sentir comme Je vaux quelque chose.<br /><br />To continue the theme of my blog postings... I have more bad news again.<br /><br />My dad just made me feel worthless, even more worthless than when I came out to him and he disowned me, and then said that "In his eyes" it would have been better if I had killed my older brother... needless to say, he completely destroyed me then.<br /><br />So now I feel worse than I ever have in my life. And this time, it wasn't hateful comments, or anything of the like... it was a clean and clear "talk" that served to undermine my beliefs and my goals, with an undertone of regret, and not regret for his behavior, but regret that he'd ever had a son that has actually opened his mind, his heart and more importantly his eyes.<br /><br />But that alone isn't what makes this particular post sad... it's this next part that does.<br /><br />Following my dads "talk", my parents then had a "talk", words were exchanged and the most commonly used one was the D word, "divorce". Now that doesn't upset me as much as you might think, what upsets me is that I'm 20 years old, with a broken family, and a pregnant teenage sister who is clueless.<br /><br />My fresh start, my forgetting about the past and moving forward has come to a rather abrupt and painful stop. I have a pain in my soul that I can't shake. I feel like I'm nothing. I've been deserted by the people I tried to keep around me (most likely by my own doing). I'm friendless too... most definitely by my own doing.<br /><br /><br />Auckland is suffocating me, New Zealand is killing me. I just want out.<br />I'm out of here. I'm leaving it all behind, because I'm bigger than this, I'm bigger than disappointing New Zealand, with it's disappointing people and it's disappointing dreams.Lukashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430767604962027856noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897424726595496873.post-21957959228236197822010-01-05T17:30:00.005+13:002010-01-06T18:07:50.618+13:002010!Hey guys!<br />It's 2010 and I'm back from my break.<br />I hope everyone had a fantastic holiday break, and celebrated the New Year with style!<br /><br />My break was great, we were staying in such a beautiful part of New Zealand, and it was almost heavenly. If anyone wants to visit NZ, they have to travel to Mimiwhangata!<br />I did however get terribly sunburnt... and it was pretty bad. I'm still only just recovering.<br /><br />SOOOO 2010!!!! A brand New Year, time to forget the mistakes of my past... and prepare to make a whole load of new ones! I'm really excited, the great thing about the start of a new year, is that you really can have a go at recreating yourself.<br /><br />It's going to be somewhat easier for me, as I have no job, and I've dropped out of uni... I have a completely blank slate, a new page in my book, to rewrite who I am, what I want and where I'm going.<br /><br />Major goal for 2010: PARIS. It is now set in my head. In September this year, I will be a Parisian! Scary thought! But I'm sooooo incredily excited. I have started my networking with locals and the search for where I want to live. I have a lot of work to do by September, but I am fully prepared for everything I have to do to get me to Paris.<br /><br />So, my dear readers... Stick around this year, I can promise you it is going to be tumultuous and messy, but I will document my life and my actions as best I can. Life, after all, is for living! I hope you will enjoy following me through this new and wonderful year!<br /><br />Lukas x<br /><br />(Ohh btw, I've now added a hit counter but it had to start at zero)Lukashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430767604962027856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897424726595496873.post-41124750190605684642009-12-25T00:38:00.002+13:002009-12-25T00:43:38.665+13:00A Christmas WishMERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!!!<br /><br />Christmas is an amazing time, whether you are gay, bi, straight, lesbian, transsexual, alien or French! It's a time to come together and love!<br /><br />I hope everyone out there enjoys this truly magical day! It is a time when, sometimes, if you have been exceptionally good this year, dreams and wishes come true.<br /><br />I can only sit back and hope that my Christmas wish comes true! I shall find out next year... wow that is scary to say! Chris is going to think about whether we can make it. I'm going away over New Years, and get back on the 2nd (I think) and Chris has said that he will tell me then.<br /><br />He has a lot to deal with, I'm not exactly the most helpful person, and he is going through a lot at the moment. Merry Christmas Chris, I hope you have a great time, and try not to worry about anything, especially me! Put me out of your mind for awhile!<br /><br />Anyways, my Christmas message has become longer than planned.<br /><br />Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!Lukashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430767604962027856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897424726595496873.post-5573429848919959292009-12-20T23:47:00.002+13:002009-12-20T23:50:05.081+13:00Views and FollowersYay! I'm gaining more views and followers... I'm happy!<br /><br />But still no comments! I'd love to hear from people (maybe not negative things). So get commenting guys, even if it is just to say hi, or tell me how your day was!Lukashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430767604962027856noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897424726595496873.post-90676997220823975472009-12-16T19:38:00.004+13:002009-12-25T00:31:39.130+13:00Walls and masksI'll hide behind these walls, and put on my masks.<br /><br />But in reality, I still stare everytime I drive past, I still hope to catch a glance. New goals and a new plan might be in effect, but my heart does not obey my mind, it is a free agent.Lukashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430767604962027856noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897424726595496873.post-24794524753669701162009-12-16T15:09:00.003+13:002009-12-16T15:59:27.213+13:00Plans for Paris, My future and a little bit more about guysSo I started looking at apartments in Paris. I know, I know, it's a little (a lot!) premature, since I wont be there till September 2010, but I'm excited and I wanted to see what I'm in for.<br /><br />There are some amazing places, every apartment I saw on the site I was using was individual and incredibly beautiful, only in Paris do people live in works of art. I'm really excited, though its going to cost me! These places aren't exactly cheap!<br /><br />I know there are cheaper places, but I really want to live in the real Paris, live it, breathe it. Paris, I wish I can explain better in words just what it means to me. A symbol of hope, a shining beacon, breaking through my darkened past and shadowed present.<br /><br />I'm not completely unrealistic, I know Paris isn't going to answer all my problems and save me from all the hurts in my life... but I know in Paris, I can work on forgetting New Zealand, and it's disappointments. People ask me why Paris?<br /><br />Paris, the capital of love and romance, a city that has captured the hearts of millions. I want to dance in the Latin Quarter and taste wine standing on some historical terrace on the Seine. I want to watch tourists strolling down Pont de Neuf, and watch a struggling artist painting, Notre Dame in the background. I want to be surrounded by history and have a melting pot of cultures cascade over me like a warm summers rain.<br /><br />That is why Paris.<br /><br />But I'm a long way off from that goal. I need to find work from between New Years and September. I applied for an awesome job working for Greenpeace, a I filled out a great application with a great cover letter and resume. I hope to hear from them.<br /><br />If not, then I'll settle for a less interesting job... I'm only working as a means to an end. Paris... I hear the word in my mind sometimes, just a quick whisper, and I close my eyes, I'm walking down a cobbled little street, opening the door to my apartment, set in some old 18th century building. I'm very excited. It's the first goal I have had in a very long time, that doesn't include anyone else.<br /><br />No dreams of a relationship, no giving myself 110% to some guy who is completely incapable of returning even the smallest fraction of that. Guys are such a let down... It is such a shame really. I don't quite understand it. Is it just me, or do gay guys just seem to be terrible at love, companionship and living a normal life? It seems all the gay people I have known fail in at least one of those, they either sleep around, cheat, have issues committing, or behave in the most extreme ways.<br /><br />So we're gay... does that give us any excuse to behave in the ways that most of us do? What happened to the dream of love, settling down with your soul mate, and having a family? Does the small fact that our soul mate is the same sex, mean that dream dies?<br /><br />Being gay is great, at times I am incredibly proud of my sexuality, but I don't think it gives us the right to demand/act in ways so that we are treated different, so that people expect less of us.<br /><br />I'm sure that what I have seen of the queer world is just a tiny snippet, and things probably aren't as bad as they seem, my biased opinion clearly doesn't help. But then what do you expect when I've been let down by every guy I've cared about (I'm not saying I'm always the victim, I have probably let some of them down too). I include myself in my evaluation of gays/lesbians. I'm hardly the poster child for the perfect moral person. But I do expect better of myself, which is the first step towards being a decent human being.<br /><br />So here is the plan...<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">1. No more guys/girls<br /><br />2. No more porn/dating websites<br /><br />3. No more contacting anyone I've ever had an emotional connection with<br /><br />4. Deleting phone numbers/email addresses/Facebook pages of any/all guys<br /><br />5. Considering starting a new blog, one that hasn't been seen by any of the mentioned guys.<br /><br />6. Lower/change my expectations of the world about me, especially the gay world<br /><br />7. Focus on my goal, Paris, above all things</span><br /><br /><br />It's nearing Christmas, I hope most people out there are not like me, and have someone special to hold onto this Christmas.<br /><br /><br />My final thought for this post:<br />It's funny how the heart shatters when you're told "it'll never be"<br /><br />Love Lukas xoxLukashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430767604962027856noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897424726595496873.post-25123289490211104802009-12-14T15:47:00.004+13:002009-12-14T16:19:12.679+13:00El amor no es un sentimiento, es una habilidadI watched Dan In Real Life again today (it really is a great movie! I recommend it).<br /><br />There was line the movie that caught my attention... "Love isn't a feeling, it's an ability" (El amor no es un sentimiento, es una habilidad). I'm still trying to form my opinion on this statement. It makes a lot of sense, some people are incapable of love, that is clear to me. But I've always felt love, it is that powerful, horrible, beautiful, soul destroying, life giving "feeling" deep inside you. Isn't it?<br /><br />I don't know, maybe if anyone reads this and they have an opinion, you could comment? I'd love to hear what people think about love. It's an important thing in my life. My other question is for you, is whether you think it's possible for two guys to truly be in love with each other? I'm not talking about infatuation, or lust... but honest to God, pure and true Love? I've always believed that love is universal, love knows no bounds... but lately my beliefs are being tested and I fear they may crack. I see the Queer world, and it isn't pretty. But maybe I'm just looking in the wrong places?<br /><br />It isn't even my own happiness that I'm trying to find... I just want to see that true love exists in the Queer world. I don't think people have much faith in us gays and lesbians. For so long it has been an underworld, people living in it side by side with the so called "normal" world. And because of this, the expectations seem to be so much lower. It's ok for sex and cheating and immoral behavior, because that is how we are seen?<br /><br />Well I need to say no. Come on guys, we need have more faith in ourselves right? As long as we continue to prove everyone else right, by acting in the ways that a lot of gay people do, we are never going to get equal rights, and be accepted. Or am I just overreacting? My thoughts get scrambled... I apologize for the lack of coherence in my posts, I start with one idea and then end up a million miles away. I guess I have a lot in my mind that I want to say, and it all sort of rushes out, I have no control over my hands and they just keep typing whatever thought pops into my head.<br /><br />I'm not really too sure on the purpose of this blog. I know that I really enjoy writing here. I like thinking that there are people out there who read what I write. But even if there aren't, I know that by trying to put my thoughts into words, I am making some sense out of them. I guess it's obvious that I am now addicted to blogging, but I don't think that is necessarily a bad thing. I could sit all day writing about everything and anything. Though it might not seem like it, I am in fact a writer. http://www.lotusridge.weebly.com is my website. You can see some of my writing there. Anyway, my point about me being a writer, is that I love to write (go figure!). I think this blog is a really good outlet for a lot of the stuff I don't write and a lot of the stuff, I usually can't find words for. It's a place where I can talk about myself (and not come across like an egotistical bastard... sorry if I do!).<br /><br />Ok, I should end this post I think... it's getting a bit too long!<br /><br />"Love will not betray, dismay or enslave you, it will set you free"<br /><br />"El amor no es un sentimiento, es una habilidad"<br /><br />(Expect another post relatively soon, just try and keep me away)<br /><br />Lukas xoxoxLukashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430767604962027856noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897424726595496873.post-37276846929865634882009-12-14T02:46:00.003+13:002009-12-14T03:09:08.705+13:00To Paris?Everything happens for a reason... there are many who would not agree with that statement. But in a way it makes total sense.<br /><br />Chris did read my last post, and we met and talked for awhile. I think it went well, and in the end I realized that what I wanted to happen, and reality were two different things. The reality is that Chris is searching for himself, and that doesn't include me.<br /><br />I'm not hurt nor do I have any grudges towards him. Chris is doing what he needs to do, and I respect that. He has my love wherever life takes him. But, for now at least, our paths are not crossing. I am positive that good things will come for him, he is a good person and I love him dearly.<br /><br />Chris, you better text me Merry Christmas! You don't need to completely ignore me rid me from your life!<br /><br />And so, my dear reader(s), you may be asking yourself "what now?". Well as my earlier post suggested, I am going to leave New Zealand. Though I have had some great experiences here, I have also had many bad ones (just go back and read my earlier posts!) and I think I need to change my location. I'm not running, don't think of it like that. I have nothing to run from anyway. I'm worth nothing to nobody, only family, and they will love me no matter where I am in the world. So no, I'm not running. But I am seeking something.<br /><br />I'm not too sure what that is exactly... maybe I'm looking for love, the real love that is worth everything and is unconditional and unwavering. Or perhaps I am seeking some sense of atonement, a sense of spirituality.<br /><br />I think my future will see someone who believes in me, as much as I believe in others. I have to hope that I am worth that much. And maybe I'm not, but hope is a powerful thing.<br /><br />So mon cher, my new goal is Paris, like I had planned. Why Paris? Paris is where romance is born. Paris will be where I see love, not just in it's people, but feel it in it's atmosphere and breathe it in. Paris is my city, Paris is where my heart longs to be. Who knows how Paris will treat me, who knows if it will respect me as I respect it and treat it with awe. But for now, all I know is that Paris is where I shall be within a year.<br /><br />I will hang from hotel windows, drinking absinthe and singing about love and how I believe in love above all things! (Ohh wait, that is basically the plot for Moulin Rouge). Viva La Vie Boheme!<br /><br />My love is with you Chris... remember the lyrics to the song, I mean them just as much as all my other words. If it's too much to bare, I'll be here, sitting at the keyboard and writing away. I am yours for as long as is needed... I will be here if you need me.<br /><br />Forever and always, my dear readers...<br />Your friend LukasLukashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430767604962027856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897424726595496873.post-37279361921562018202009-12-12T14:45:00.002+13:002009-12-12T15:28:36.277+13:00The end of this stage of my life...Last night I had a dream about someone who means more to me than anyone else, though they don't know it. In the past few months I have made A LOT of mistakes... and I really do mean A LOT.<br /><br />But through my mistakes I have found some very positive and important things too. I met someone who I care more about, than anyone I have ever cared about before. Someone I would be willing to do anything for, anything. I made have made the wrong choice by leaving this person, and it has haunted me ever since, especially lately. Whenever I have the smallest hope that I can get over it, I think about him, and every feelings, emotion and thought comes rushing back to me like a landslide.<br /><br />Since the break up, I have just kept making worse decisions. It's not his responsibility, he owes me nothing, but I have prayed and prayed that he would let me back into his heart. Some of my stupid mistakes were telling him I still feel for him, because I never considered he needed to move on from me. <br /><br />I'm nothing more than a terrible memory. One that is probably best forgotten.<br /><br />But while I may be a terrible memory to him, he is far more than that for me. He is someone I respect and trust whole heartedly. He is someone I dream about, and for those few brief moments as I wake up, I forget it's just a dream and I am happy. Then reality kicks in. It's a cruel thing reality.<br /><br />What do you do when the one person you want most in your life, doesn't want you back? I have been given advice, some telling me to run back and say how I feel, some telling me to stay away and if it's meant to be it will happen. I took the first piece of advice, and it only served to hurt us both more.<br /><br />But I do not believe that things happen because they are meant to be. I believe that we are meant to fight for the things we want and need. I would do anything for him, But I cant just leave, and I cannot forget. I have tried, the Lord knows that I have tried to forget, but this time, I cant. Because the knowledge that I have made the worst mistake in my life, hangs over me like a waking nightmare, and the only place I am free, is when my eyes are closed and I am dreaming about him.<br /><br />I sound like the worst kind of ex to have. The one who is obsessed, the one who cant get over it, the one who turns into a stalker. I can see why so many people are like that. In the past, I have prided myself on the fact that I can move on quickly, but moving on quickly, is only a quick fix. I've had my heart broken too many times before, to sit back now and let this one get away.<br /><br />He is the first person to ever truly understand me, and though he probably doubts he ever did, I know he did. When we were together there were a lot of doubts, and doubts are not healthy. But they should never be a reason to call it quits, because I think doubts have a silver lining. They have both a positive and negative side. It's the positive side that you need to focus on, instead of worrying about the negatives.<br /><br />I don't deserve to have him back, I have thought about me for most of my life, I'm 20, it's natural. But now, now I look forward and I long for an us, and not just any us, but him and I. He has changed my life, he really has made massive impacts that even I myself am only just noticing.<br /><br />My goals have changed. I am pulling out of university next year. Instead of studying, I am going to work until September, saving. Once it comes to September I am going to be flying back to England to see my Aunts wedding, but when everyone else flies back to New Zealand, I am going to stay in Europe, train to Paris probably and stay there for awhile. And then, I am going to float around Europe... Paris, Avignon, Rome, Milan, Reutlingen, Berlin, Athens etc... for as long as I can. No time frame and no ties. I wont worry about when I need to come back, and I wont worry about anyone back here. I have noone to stay for.<br /><br />So I will be going... going for as long as I possibly can... <br /><br />I'm standing at a fork in my future, and one road heads to Paris, the life of solitude and passing through places like a shadow, no roots and no ties.<br />Or the other road, which leads to a future where I mean something to someone, and not just something, but I mean the world to someone. A future where I wake up next to my love, and I am happy all the way down to my core.<br /><br />Which road I step onto all depends on the person who now only lives in my dreams.<br />I am not going to contact him again, I am not going to tell him this ultimatum I have made for myself. But I am going to pray that he knows the road I want to take, is the one with him.<br /><br />If I hear nothing from by New Years Eve (2009) I am going to take the first step onto the path that leads to a lonely Paris.<br /><br />I am praying with my entire soul, that he contacts me. I pray that I am worth enough for him to invest his feelings in. I pray that he can see me in his future.<br /><br />For all my wrongs in life, I am truly sorry. I am seeking forgiveness, and I hope to heal all wounds from my past. On the 1st of December 2010, I will stop looking back.<br /><br />C, if you read this... Do what is best for you, you have no responsibility to me, but I really do hope that you can see that I have seen the wrongs I have done. I know you want space, to heal and to work through your own issues. But I really do believe that we can make a great couple. I will do anything for you, and I really do love everything about you. You have no idea how different you are to everyone else in the world, you are unique, and when I think of my future without you, I am more scared than I have ever been. My track record isn't great, I am far from perfect and I am deeply flawed... but I can promise you now, that I will love you everyday, and I will do everything I can to make you happy, and to make you feel safe.<br /><br />You are the guy of my dreams, literally. If you can give me a second chance... you really would be saving me.<br /><br />This is the last time I will ever post anything about my feelings regarding him, and the last time I will try to show him that I hope he chooses me.<br /><br />C, I pray that you read this... I really do pray that you read this.Lukashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430767604962027856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897424726595496873.post-35567766824313727172009-11-29T02:25:00.006+13:002009-11-29T02:37:54.394+13:002.25amIt's currently 2.25am...<br /><br />I haven't cried tonight.<br /><br />I'm not feeling as low.<br /><br />In fact I feel great.<br /><br />I've fallen into a game, and it's a risky one, there are a number of players, and I might end up going down. This could be bad...<br /><br />But the sense of danger, the feeling of walking on the edge of a knife... it sense life and adrenalin pumping through my veins. I'm scared but more so, I'm excited. My heart is racing... will it keep pumping at this pace, will my senses remain heightened? One can only hope!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">.............</span><br /><br />It also occurred to me, that until yesterday, I had not previously mentioned that I was gay. I find that strange. I'm gay as a bird (a gay bird that is).<br /><br />I think today, I took the first step, on my way back up the hill. Still got a long way to go, but at least I'm moving forwards and upwards!<br /><br />Thanks for being here...<br /><br />xLukashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430767604962027856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897424726595496873.post-7846394586905620792009-11-28T02:04:00.002+13:002009-11-28T02:12:29.664+13:00TearsI know I posted earlier today, but I had to write again.<br />I'm like a tap these days, I can't stop crying.<br />I'm just on emotional overload, the smallest thing can make me cry... I've cried to pretty much every Regina Spektor song... and most of the ones I have are her happy ones! WTF?<br />"But if I kiss you where its sore, will you feel better?"Lukashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430767604962027856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897424726595496873.post-37729008637636065112009-11-27T14:24:00.004+13:002009-11-27T16:39:11.978+13:00Hello Internet...I officially have zero readers, but I'm still going to write on here, there's something therapeutic about writing on a blog, and letting all your words trickle out into the universe that is the internet...<br /><br />I'd like to introduce myself to you... On October the 11th, my first post, told you exactly who I was, how I felt and where I was going... Just over a month later, I've lost all of that. My name is the same, and my age hasn't changed... but somewhere over the past couple of weeks, I've lost myself.<br /><br />I panicked at first, naturally, but I'm slowly realizing that this isn't a bad thing. I don't need to spend my time trying to find myself again, rediscover myself. This is the opportunity for me to build myself into someone new, someone better. I can take all the things I liked about myself, and work on them, and discard everything else.<br /><br />I'm Gay... I love being Gay, it doesn't define me, but it's an important part about me. I have been wondering lately though... just what it is about being Gay that I love, is it just because it makes me stand out from my family, my ultimate triumph at trying to fly the coop??? Is it because it makes me happy... because it doesn't really, my experiences with guys has been rather disastrous... heart-ache, heart-break and all round pain for the most part. I'm not blaming them for anything, a lot of the pain has been at my own hands... I've sent my self down roads of self-destructive meaningless sex, jumped into relationships and tried to give my all, but secretly held back, I've chased after guys I shouldn't, and fallen for guys that couldn't love me back.<br /><br />I have many regrets when it comes to my sexuality, and the people it effects. Not just the guys I've hurt, not just my disapproving family or distant friends, but also one girl who loved me, and I just couldn't give her what she wanted. The biggest thing I regret about being gay, is that I do love her, but just cant be with her. She loved me, I should never have let her. I've lost her now, forever I fear, because when she looks at me, I see pain in her eyes.<br /><br />Being Gay, has opened a lot of doors for me, but it has also closed a lot too. Perhaps this is part of the reason I'm lost? Do I tell myself I love being Gay, but on the inside I actually resent it? Am I chasing after lost dreams and old loves, to hide from the fact that I'm scared of loving again? I've a broken heart and a damaged soul, maybe I'm scared that if I let myself find happiness, I'll lose them... and maybe I think they make me who I am?<br /><br />I am the guy with the broken heart and the damaged soul... But then, I'm not the only guy who is. I'm not as individual as I think... maybe that's what scares me more than anything? I hide behind this facade of Wit, Charm, Humor and feigned Intelligence, is it because inside I feel like your everyday average Joe? I'm not as special as I thought?<br /><br />There are quite a lot of questions here... And now, my dear Internet, I wish you could write back! I'm sure you'd have a lot to say too!<br /><br />Thanks for always being here, for me to dump my thoughts.<br /><br />Till next time x0xLukashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430767604962027856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897424726595496873.post-55218288357447823152009-11-17T23:34:00.002+13:002009-11-17T23:40:26.665+13:00Does anyone hear me?What am I to say... what am I to do... What am I to think...<br /><br />I don't know who I am anymore... I mean seriously, somewhere between now and about a month ago I lost the person I was aiming to be.<br /><br />Now my future looms ahead of me, a blank and empty canvas... but I no longer have the paint or the brush.<br /><br />I finally went and stood atop a cliff, not a metaphorical one this time, and looked out over the edge. I wanted to jump. And be washed away, let the water dissolve everything.<br /><br />I'm sick of standing on the edge, screaming out when no one can hear... or more, no one listens.Lukashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430767604962027856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897424726595496873.post-74596890972041793562009-11-03T23:26:00.002+13:002009-11-03T23:29:59.067+13:00LowI am quite literally at the lowest point in my life. And there isn't a single soul that knows just how bad it is...<br />I just want to end it all xLukashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430767604962027856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897424726595496873.post-88100813344157355352009-10-13T17:47:00.007+13:002009-11-27T16:36:34.836+13:00Sail Away<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">At 20 years old I've had my fair share of relationships and romantic encounters...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I've said </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">I love you</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> and meant it, I've said I hate you and meant it... I've been built up as high as you can get, and I've been destroyed to the lowest low.</span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Love</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> has always been something I have aimed for, it has a timeless quality that is impossible to deny. It seems to have endured the tests of time, change and cynicism. I used to consider myself a hopeless romantic, that one day I'd find the love of my life, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">my soul mate</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">, and everything would fall into place like some silly chick flick from the late 90's (For those of you who don't understand my reference to that date, it's the time of the </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;">Meg Ryan</span></span></i></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> and </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">Tom Hanks</span></span></i></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> classic movies such as </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Sleepless in Seattle</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> and </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">You've Got Mai</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">l).</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">And yet each time I found someone I thought worthy, my hopes were crushed... and my movie ending never came (I guess it's still early right? I am only 20)... I gave up searching for love, filled my time with pointless one nighters and brief flings that just kept </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">hollowing me out</span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">, a wave </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">crashing</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> against the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><i style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;color:#FF0000;">soft</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> </span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">base of a cliff. I became one of the people I had earlier pitied, those people who look at </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;">love and romance</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">, and see no hope, no joy, no future.</span></div><div><b><i style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Romance is not dead</span></span></span></i><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">!</span></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I'd tell myself. It cant be. But in a world of 40+ hours of work, where the most common form of communication comes from </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;">SMS, IM and Email</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">... You have to question whether there is still the hope of seeing romance survive our technological lifestyle.</span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I guess what I mean is: I never thought it possible to find someone who fulfills you online... websites like </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">perfectmatch.com, matchmaker.com</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> (</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">nzdating.com</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> for New Zealand)... And yet the statistics say otherwise. In a recent poll of 10,000 newlyweds, 0ver </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">19%</span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> met online, which was more than any other group (Through friends, at work etc). And is on the rise, compared the same poll done a couple of years ago with only </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">14%</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> meeting online. Sites such as perfectmatch.com and eharmony.com (which is a cost-based site) have noted an increase in members over the past 18months, despite the recession. It seems with our busy work schedules, and online living,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">we only have time to search for our 'other-half' through that same online medium</span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I finally signed myself up to the world of </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">online dating</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> towards the end of last year, and it proved unfruitful... it's purpose seemed only to serve my sometimes overly </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">lascivious desires</span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">... And even then, they were half-hearted attempts.<br />I don't have much more to say, so I'm going to seal the bag here. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. (I also hope you don't mind use of italic, underline, bold and color in my writing... I just feel that reading should be a visual experience too).</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Kindest regards,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Lukas x</span></div>Lukashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430767604962027856noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8897424726595496873.post-47076305142815414642009-10-11T20:10:00.000+13:002009-10-11T21:26:37.131+13:00Pour la Liberté et L'égalité de DroitsSo many people do these things nowadays... and like me, I'm almost certain everyone thinks that they are some unique, literary genius. It's incredibly easy to use big words, and fill a webpage with intellectual sounding <i>bulls**</i>t. So I will do my best to avoid all of that!<div>I'm not really too sure why I've decided now is the time to start a blog... it could be the collective efforts of Elton John asking if I can feel the love, my new special someone having a blog of their own, and my sudden desire to impart all of my wisdom, ramblings and musing upon the vast <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">anonymity</span> that is the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">world wide web</span>.</div><div>I was buzzing with a million and one things I wanted to write earlier today, and now that it comes to it, I'm struggling to turn my tower-of-Babylon-esque mind into a few coherent lines.</div><div>I think this would be a good point to introduce myself. You can call me Luke. I'm a 20 year old Englishman, who is now living in Auckland, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">New Zealand</span>.<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"I am a student at the University of Life"</span></b></span> (Merci, <i>An Education</i>). Once upon a time I was a naive, infant, living in the shell of the person I have become today. I enjoy everything life has to offer us all...</div><div> I'm a reader, a writer, a lover, a son, a student, a brother, a thinker, a teacher, a leader and a follower. I breathe, I move, I listen and I see... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I live</span></b></span></i></span>.</div><div>And I also sound like an incredibly shallow, self-worshiping idiot right now. But my point is that, I take life as it comes, and I see the beauty in the small things that life has to offer. </div><div>I see a poppy, bouncing alone in a field of tall grasses. I think first of the colors, and the emotions they inspire within my body, soul and mind. My mind drifts to the fields of poppies that now blanket <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;">Flanders Fields</span></span>... the poppy, more than just a flower (weed), now stands as a symbol of not just everything that was lost, but everything we have gained. In marking the death of those who fought to protect us, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">we celebrate the lives that they have given us.</span></span></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg08JiZvxkQtohD7v1fEAzZiEx-YhkpTDK8AWd90ar5LuGXZbJGCpBshXu6WsyYSrXd1r14F-e-hctPX32d4Pdvryp2BDsfXx699v7pEvPC457wIfXNsuHLGRInerHRUzSiEbJVYneraNYw/s320/poppy.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391246443007129794" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>If you like the incoherent, sometimes mind-numbingly, eccentric ramblings of a creatively overactive mind, then you will enjoy my blog. For those who are cut from the cloth of safety, normalcy and a fear of anything different, I can assure you now, that you will detest this blog, and this author!</div><div>I sincerely hope that you enjoy reading some of the stuff I have to say (because I have <i>alot</i>).</div><div>Kindest Regards,</div><div>Luke...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">Message me. Comment me. Have faith in yourself and those around you! Good Morning, Good Afternoon, Good Evening and Good Night!</span></span></span></span></div>Lukashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10430767604962027856noreply@blogger.com0