Okay so...
I'll set out some ground rules:

1. Don't like what you see, click the "x" at the top, don't message me shit like "i h8 u coz u suk" I don't have time to waste on that.
   
2. Learn how to type, I don't want to see messages like "hu do u fink u r?" I will imediately think you are remedial and ignore you.
   
3. Speak english, I can sort of speak French and German (enough to tell you where to go anyways) but any other language I am absolutely clueless on. So basically if you're gonna message me in portuguese, don't!

Now a little about me, my name is Andeh. I have a short attention span. I love Japanese art forms (except Hentai). A few of my favourites are Escaflowne, Gundam and DragonBall. I also like certain sports; mainly rugby and football (both American and Soccer). And probably my favourite game at the moment is Digital Devil Saga 2.

I spend the majority of time locked up in my room listening to rock and chatting with people from all over the place. I owe my life to Linkin Park (I don't care if you don't like them) because I went through some hard times and their music made me feel like someone understood and it means tonnes to me. I listen to pretty much any rock as well as cheesy pop and techno, my musical preference is very diverse. However, I try to stick to upbeat songs I mean there is so much shit in this world that makes me want to "Smile From Ear To Ear" (slit my throat) I don't need my music to help me on the way.

Simply put I chose the name to reflect my persona. I don't want you to like me, I've had enough of people liking me. To be perfectly honest it pisses me off to no end, I've tried being nice and showing my nice side on this site by calling myself Uncle T'Andeh but for those of you who know me better I've reverted back to my old style. For you that don't like me that's your fucking problem. Basically shit happens, so don't come whining to me about it, all you'll get is laughed at, you want to add me just to tell me how fit I am or how much you wish I lived near you so you could get with me then don't bother. I don't live near you and I am not fit, so why even bring it up? I've had enough of you fakers, you mean shit all to me and how I wish to live my life. My friendship is now becoming a lot stricter, you break any of the above rules and you will be removed, from now on I only want people I actually like to see my posts and the rest of you can go outside and play "hide and go-fuck-yourself" or something because I can't be dealing with it. I think I may suffer from Alexithymia. But I haven't been diagnosed so who knows lol.

So I thought I'd finally update this. 2006 was a complete shock to the system, I did nothing up until May 22^nd and then my world was thrown in every which way and direction. I started basic training for the British Army, and spent 14 weeks there. I passed out (finished training) on the 25^th August and a week later was in Deepcut (CKY). I then spent roughly 6 months there before discharging myself on the 29^th January 2007. I absolutely adored my time in the army and learnt so much about the world as well as myself but felt it wasn't right for me at the time.

By far the greatest experience of my life happened on the 30^th May 2007, when my older brother and I travelled to Paris for a Linkin Park gig. Started off really slow with the crowd not really catching Blindside's vibe. 30 Seconds to Mars stepped up the tempo and really got the crowd jumping. And then the grand finale a near on 2 hour piece by Linkin Park. Kicking it off with One Step Closer, I felt like I'd died and gone to Heaven, my favourite song ever was the first they played could the night get better? Yes! Song after song of absolute bliss. This was not only a band with one or two good songs per album, this was a band with albums filled of legendary songs and they pulled them off live so well. The most impressive moment was when Mike and Chester came out alone and did variants of Linkin Park songs with nothing but a piano and vocals. Pure talent seeping out of Mike's every breath; guitar, bass, piano, keyboard, synthesiser, vocals and rap. The pits were weak but 100% for effort. When both Mike and Chester came down into the crowd, oh my god I went mental. Rushing straight towards their position just to get close, with the hope of maybe touching either. The crowd was filled with such amazing energy and as it drew to an end with Faint, not a single person was quiet. Hands were flailing and voices were wailing, everyone trying to get their money's worth.

On the 28^th October 2007 another immense date was added to a year that is surely shaping up to be one of my finest. My brother, cousin, a friend and myself all headed off to Wembley stadium to see the first ever American Football regular-season game to be held outside the U.S.A. I was sporting my packers top and proudly. The actual game play was shit, neither team playing anywhere near their best. However, the atmosphere was amazing, and everyone seemed to be captivated in the moment. Shrieks of joy and boos of discontent. The half time show was classic with the Rocky theme tune being played by the Royal Engineers Corp musicians. And to yet more surprise, my brother points out a picture in the official programme that had me in it. The trip home was filled with laughs and banter, that hour long wait for a leather tasting kebab was not worth it at all.

1^st November 2007, a legendary week in the making. A 5 hour trip up to Middlesbrough to visit Fuzzy and Dan at their university and let my hair down for a while. It was filled of exciting times and it was awesome, I had almost forgotten how much fun I had when I went out partying with Fuzzy. We were clubbing almost every night and drunk quite often. Some highlights were; starting a mosh pit in a normal pub/club, being crowd surfed by a huge black guy, pissing through someone's letterbox and turning a pizza box upside down all over a cab. Some risky shit, but definitely worth the chuckles.

3^rd March 2008, another savage concert. In the build up I thought it was just going to be Reel Big Fish and 2 unkown support acts. How wrong was I?! Sonic Boom 6 and Streetlight Manifesto, both bands I adore. Sonic started the show and although they tried, The Astoria just didn't have enough people in it that early to get it really pumping. They did an awesome set and I really want a flat cap now. Streetlight came on and jesus did I go mental, I love them. Their lyrics are actually amazingly beautiful, the stories are just plain out to see and it's got such catchy music. So I skanked away in the pit to my hearts content. Alas, finally RBF took the stage and did the set list of "Favourite Noise" plus a few songs from "Monkeys for Nothing and the Chimps for Free". Absolutely awesome, they proved that their experience has taught them so many styles and how to really get the crowd feeling the vibes. All in all I covered 3 t-shirts in sweat and shredded a pair of cargo pants which are now a pair of cargo shorts lol.

12^th June 2008 and a week in Zante to look forward to. Was definitely an experience and a half, we went with myself, Fuzzy and Dan. I don't think I've ever drank so much in my life, one night I drank almost 1/2 a bottle of tequila in next to no time and then proceeded to feel sick for the next day. The worst experience had to be a booze cruise which was so sickly. All in all a brilliant week and absolutely gutting to come back home to England, although I think my body needed the rest.

I have these questions stuck in my mind lately and I think it's a good way to portray the way I think...

• "If someone is born blind then do they really know the difference between being awake and asleep?"
  It may seem a little silly to you, but allow me to explain. If you are born blind then you have to base everything you know solely on other people's perceptions and teachings. You may find yourself being hurt by something but someone else would have to tell you what it is that has hit/cut you etc. You wouldn't know what a knife looked or felt like unless someone had already briefed you on it's existance. When they're awake they see nothing, but when you dream you don't necessarily have to see "real" things, a lot of dreaming is based upon your imagination. When a blind person sleeps surely they too, get to see for once, even if it's a false picture built up in the mind. It would seem all too real for someone who had never experienced real sights. Wouldn't this reality in their mind seem a lot more like they were awake than actually being awake when they don't get to see anything?
  
  
• "Does time exist?"
  Once more, you may be thinking that I have a screw lose for even conceiving such an idea, because in terms of logic it works. It was made to coincide with the planetary cycle about the sun. However, looking at it with a more abstract eye and it would seem that time is not a real thing, when you're awake it isn't easy to judge time. Ever felt like something has lasted for hours when in actual fact it was only a few minutes. Think of standing about for 2 hours on end without any form of interaction, I can tell you from experience that it feels like a life time of boredom. But the really unusual thing about time is that it doesn't exist when you're asleep. When you sleep it's almost like you slip into another dimension. A dream usually frequents of a few minutes of activities, whether it be something so simple as running through a field or viewing something bizarre. Occasionally we have multiple dreams, but still they generally have no more than a few minutes of activity. Yet an average sleep is 8 hours, now how can a few minutes of activity take up to 8 hours to perform? Simple, time is nothing more than a man made convention, we accept it to make living more bareable but in reality it holds no substance because it's not a real entity.
  
  

If you actually read all that, you may think that I hate the world, but you couldn't be further from the truth. I never delete things from my about me, just add to it. So it shows both good and bad times. Before the army I was a really lame-ass emo child and it shows at the beginning.

Anyways, I've been typing for a few minutes now and am officially bored, so I'll let you be... Want to know more, message me!

P.S. Me Singing.

• The United States of Leland
  1. "And that's when I figured out that tears couldn't make somebody who was dead alive again. There's another thing to learn about tears, they can't make somebody who doesn't love you any more love you again. It's the same with prayers. I wonder how much of their lives people waste crying and praying to God. If you ask me, the devil makes more sense than God does. I can at least see why people would want him around. It's good to have somebody to blame for the bad stuff they do. Maybe God's there because people get scared of all the bad stuff they do. They figure that God and the Devil are always playing this game of tug-of-war game with them. And they never know which side they're gonna wind up on. I guess that tug-of-war idea explains how sometimes, even when people try to do something good, it still turns out bad."
  2. "The worst part is knowing that there is goodness in people. Mostly it stays deep down and buried. Maybe we don't have God because we're scared of the bad stuff. Maybe we're really scared of the good stuff. Because if there's no God, well, that means it's inside of us and we could be good all the time if we wanted. So when we do bad things, it'd be because we want to or because we have to. Or maybe we just need the bad stuff to remind us what the good stuff is in the first place."
  3. "It covers my eyes. It's all I can see. Say there's some kids playing baseball. All I see is the one kid they won't let play because he tells corny jokes. And no-one thinks they're funny. Or I see a boy and a girl in love and kissing, you know. I just see that they're gonna be one of those sad old couples one day who just cheats on each other and can't even look at each other in the eye. And I feel it. I feel all of their sadness. I feel it probably even worse than that sad old couple or that corny kid will ever feel it."
  4. "Maybe it makes sense now. Maybe somewhere in all of this there's a reason. Maybe somewhere in all of this there's a why. Maybe somewhere there's that thing that lets you tie it all up with a neat bow and bury it in the backyard. But nothing, not getting angry, not prayers, and not tears, nothing can make something that happened unhappen."
  5. "It's funny how people only say that after they do something bad. I mean, you never hear someone say, "I'm only human" after they rescue a kid from a burning building."
• Stigmata
  1. "Jesus said... the Kingdom of God is inside you, and all around you, not in mansions of wood and stone. Split a piece of wood... and I am there, lift a stone... and you will find me."
• Twelve Monkeys
  1. "There's no right, there's no wrong, there's only popular opinion."
  2. "Don't mock me, my friend. It's a condition of "mental divergence". I find myself on another planet, Ogo, part of an intellectual elite, preparing to subjugate barbarian hordes on Pluto. But even though it's a totally convincing reality in every way...I can feel, breathe, hear...nevertheless, Ogo is actually a construct of my psyche. I am mentally divergent in that I am escaping certain unnamed realities that plague my life here."
• V for Vendetta
  1. "I'm not questioning your powers of observation I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is."
  2. "In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
     The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
     Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.