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Firstly.......please if you gonna send me a friend request ting , especially if you are a complete stranger and ive never met you before (people ive met breifly/seen around/people ive not seen in a while dont count),and you want to chat please send me a message first cos Id prefer to chat before I add you as there is no basis or point in addition if I never chat to you but have you in my list ting....if that makes sence......eternal thanks...26 yoa, Ill start with my life story, its a bit deep and a bit mental but I dont know what to talk about otherwise and afterall it is myspace so if you dont like it you can read sum1 elses and/or kiss my soft, yet firm brown arse (cos id most probs like that anyway). And it makes a change from the usual profile...It sounds a bit big headed in parts (not meaningfully)and have lots to say about stuff except politics and the more important things to do with this earth(besides it will give you a good idea of what im like I suppose (like ambitions, goals and general traits that make me ...me)!.............Anyway born in gravesend kent, thrown out of school cos I was not turning up (basically I was bored shitless by a levels and the crap courses I was doing and another reason...which can not be disclosed he he).In the newly claimed year out I worked for my dad (and had been since I was a nipper) until then in the following year I started a btec in fashion design cos it sounded interesting and it was a mix between CDT with mr Frost and Art lessons with miss Watt two of my fav subjects at the time (won a national bride design comp when I was 15, won £5000..........for the school that is :-(.At the Btec I Didnt think id last 2 weeks really and the only reason i stayed was cos I fell for a bird there and stayed cos of her basically but she didnt like me :-( although we got on really well and we sometimes had a snog sessions and a few minor fumblings (she was my first kiss on a bench outside college and she doesnt even know that, and at 17 that is a bit sad)!. Anyway just scraped through the 1st year cos I wasnt concentrating on the work in hand and it was only until one of the girls (kate lewis) said I was shit (others were also in league) that I just had to take em all out cos that comment really pissex me off and I knew I was better...So came back the next year and whipped arse with a distinction (All of the girls hated it too as I didnt even really try that hard and I was 1 of 2 out of the whole 13 that got t`top mark....bring it on), and the only reason for that was that I gave up on the bird that didnt like me as I had a new interest/s.......This was due to the fact that Id gone to Brimingham NEC clothes show live and was 1 of 5 dudes to be picked out of the whole 5 day show for a model competition (I cant remember how many millions/thousands of birds brought their boyfriends along to be entered in it and there was me at 17 skinny, spotty and horrible winning Mr Tuesday...I was shocked and never expected coming 1st for the day... the girls in my class forced me into going and they were just as gobsmacked as I was). Anyway,got to go to London for the finals of Select model management competition and met the other guys and they were either massive bastards or really good lookin bastards and I felt really uncomfortable as I was niether. I remember telling my sister mum and dad and family about what happened when I got back home and they were dead proud of me...but when the phone didnt ring back after a few weeks with the news of stardom, and the fact that nothin was gonna happen dawned on everyone it crushed my confidence even more. And the expectations my family had for me turned to disappointment..and it took me ages to recover from that as I had literally nothing going for me at that stage in my life...........And although most people around college heard about it and some birds were cracking on I was still a big V with no self esteem, and a coward and I blew it again with those ladies.After that kick in the teeth at college I went to uni and again whipped arse there (worked hard in my final year there and should have walked away with a 1st but one of my tutors couldnt handle tings (proberbly cos I was straight, on one major assignment he gave all but the straight men good marks and it was blatantly obviouse...that impacted on final marks), Im not bothered now cos hes a teacher and teachers most of the time are trieds but faileds or couldnt dos in the first place, (no offence simon),lived in whitechapel for a while with my sis while I worked in harvey nics in knightsbridge for all of 6-8 weeks after graduating before snagging my job as a mens designer in Leeds.Had I not got this job I dont know what id be doing now..... and would have died of bordom at that hole (Harvey nikks), which was full of bullshitting wankers bar a few people.People say that they would love to have my job and that I am lucky..(well i do get to travel to Istanbul,Izmir,Florence,Milan, como, Paris and London and "Huddersfeild" quite frequently expenses paid), however these trips are quite tiring after a while but I get to meet some interesting people now and then, but after a while its annoying and you dont really get to do much other than work (which i like though). Fashion/clothing and textiles is really tough actually and you have to really work for it and plan almost a year and a half in advance of seasons and it gets harder the more you get into it due to expericnce and wanting to do better the next time around)..However if ur a graduate to get a good post thats a challnge is hard and if you dont get one after graduating before you know it the next years graduates will be looking too and then you are fooked...Fortunatly I am able to be proud of what I do and I give it 100% even though regularly factors work against me and try and hinder my progression and drive for the brands sucsess... Anyway Im not lucky...Im a hard worker and I deserve everything I get. One day I will be a sucsess...I dont want people to like me, or even be disliked......All I want to do with get on with things make thinks work and get respect from my colleagues and friends and to be a rolemodel for others (sounds really up my own arse I know buyt you get the pic), like my brothers, my sister,close friends and (some)teachers were to me, and one day eventually (hopefully not for a good long while yet)but my kids................I personally dont think theres any better compliment for being on this earth than having someone look up to you...and that is one of two things that money can never buy respect and love (george bush take note).I live in leeds now and love it, I have a small circle of different yet ace bumchums, and all are interesting and reet bo...I usually judge people on first impressions (especially in leeds cos of the high levels of style floatin around the place)which is really bad but im sure people judge me on first impressions too (cos im the type of person that looks moody all the time)...But I naturally assume that all trendy/party people in leeds (in particular the birds)are shallow and nasty(not to mention thick), however Ive found that it is actually the opposite most of the time...and thats what happens when you draw conclusions before you actually talk and have a laff.I like goin out in leeds to either Normans (mainly on saturday nights somtimes friday), Mook, Fiber, Revolution, for brews on saturdays and then either Northern lights (for dirty disco), space, sometimes warehouse (for asylum/technique but preferred it at mint),Basics (as it is now on at myhouse and not rehab, (as rehab is the most repulsive club in leeds). I usually try and last till about 5 before I have to bail out cos I hate goin to afterpartys as people talk shit and make me cringe (I even make myself cringe sometimes/regularly at joints like that so........nevermind).I also like to shake on down especially if im with a bird as I like to pull some filty manuvers off, I wouldnt say I was a bad dancer, just invincible dangerouse and off the wall and that, there would be blood on the dancefloor after ive flipped me pimps about!!oww (pimps refer to my pointy shoes mainly swears which you cant buy in topman or topman ripoffs I own the real original and rare mccoys)I have a goal to be stinking rich by the time im 30 if not i will be very disappointed with myself. I have an idea that ive been processing in my mind for the last 3 years and I just need to sit down and go for it but I am scared that I will fail and get into debt and spiral into depression. Once I feel confident enough in myself and I am ready to become a responcible adult (not getting hammered every weekend)and I have a trustworty (the most essential trait for a true woman)wife that I have to win the bread for then it shall be done and willl settle. but until then and that is a very long thenElektro (echo)Heartbeat on time Dancing Dancing To the rhythm Elektro is fine It can It can Get you moving Moving on time Elektro Elektro Is a new style Jackie and Jane See them moving To the bass-linePa da da pom pom pom...Heartbeat on time Dancing Dancing To the rhythm Elektro is fine It can It can Get you moving Moving on time Elektro Elektro Is the new style Jackie and Jane See them Moving To the bass-lineFunk it on time Elektro Elektro Make you feel fine Open your mind Feel it Feel it From the inside Heartbeat on time Elektro Elektro Is the rhythm Michael and James They can't They can't Get no betterOut on the floor See them Grooving To the bass-line Funk it on time Elektro Elektro Is the new style Funk it on time Elektro Elektro Make you feel fine Open your mind Feel it Feel it From the insidePa da da pom pom pom...