<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381150584205456517</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:47:13.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junkyardork</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkyardork.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381150584205456517/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkyardork.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>withoutpenisland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17670248190052828349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381150584205456517.post-3536568629888519050</id><published>2012-02-01T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T18:36:30.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsk Tsk Tsk~</title><content type='html'>Typing everything on my phone since its a long bus ride back home. Okay, I believe many who are reading this have already been aware of what has happened. You Dorks can definitely call me names (leave you creative and suggestive response below).  &lt;br /&gt;    I can not blame anyone but the two hands that have been clapping. But just that irritating phrase " it takes two hands to clap" but in the new era *weird song playing on ipod* almost everyone is clapping in a way that only one hand(preferably right hand) is moving while the other hand is not, that will create a clap sound too right(I bet you guys are trying to clap now)? It is alright to clap your hands because clapping means there's something great going on but for this instance, imagine a person clapping madly.....in the library~ Now that is not really a good sight am I right? &lt;br /&gt;    So Dorks, lemme ask you a question. What kind of person do you think that is? Or what is that person trying to do? Or... Attract? &lt;br /&gt;    I'm going into deep sleep now, all I ever talk about in this post is about hands. Must e boring, hope I left a thought hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    K, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381150584205456517-3536568629888519050?l=junkyardork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkyardork.blogspot.com/feeds/3536568629888519050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://junkyardork.blogspot.com/2012/02/tsk-tsk-tsk.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381150584205456517/posts/default/3536568629888519050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381150584205456517/posts/default/3536568629888519050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkyardork.blogspot.com/2012/02/tsk-tsk-tsk.html' title='Tsk Tsk Tsk~'/><author><name>withoutpenisland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17670248190052828349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381150584205456517.post-2853544042673892400</id><published>2011-11-29T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T09:18:57.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAQ always sounds like FAG to me.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Hokay now, my plans after O's have been pretty clear cut, it's just filming and filming and my precious Jayley. So today, I just found time to blog a little (feels weird saying BLOG) since my call time (time to report for work) tomorrow is at 12pm. Though i had a long day but I have a bowl of energy yet to be used (no idea what description is that). Filming have been super great from the first day because everyone on set are familiar faces so it's been pretty comfortable for me to voice out and especially there's JAYLEY ON SET. It is really cool (really cool) to have my her working side by side with me, having her learning the ropes from me but it really feels weird as well.&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It is hard to switch from being a girlfriend to a co actor. As I have to differentiate the both and be professional at the same time. There are times that i really have no clue on what to do and I'll get pretty lost (and angsty) which makes the day very fucked up as if everything is falling apart. How do I deal with it people may ask? Well, drinking and smoking. But since I am underaged, i do not do that. instead, there are many ways, for me (since I am a guy) I fight virtual zombies! This is a fun and effective solution as it cause no harm since zombies have no feelings and the are stupid and slow which makes then a sure defeat compared to thyself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;There are other ways of course, eating is one, it definitely helps when the spices and all the other tastes tingle your taste buds (see, just by reading about it makes it irresistible) and naturally lift your mood up. Another way I like is to just sit somewhere alone, play some music and watch other people, I'll think to myself that somewhere there is this idiot doing the same thing as me and just laugh at that guy in my head. evil isn't it? But once you can breach into the first two suggestions i gave, you will be a happy person in no time. Up and about!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Since I just used up pretty much every spoonful of energy I have now it is the time that i use the remaining energy I have to brush my teeth and try to fall asleep. =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; See y'all DORKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381150584205456517-2853544042673892400?l=junkyardork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkyardork.blogspot.com/feeds/2853544042673892400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://junkyardork.blogspot.com/2011/11/faq-always-sounds-like-fag-to-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381150584205456517/posts/default/2853544042673892400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381150584205456517/posts/default/2853544042673892400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkyardork.blogspot.com/2011/11/faq-always-sounds-like-fag-to-me.html' title='FAQ always sounds like FAG to me.'/><author><name>withoutpenisland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17670248190052828349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381150584205456517.post-1979571533668276560</id><published>2011-11-14T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:01:21.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ordinary Levels is finally over!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Today I'm going to talk about something called "Graduation Goggles" (I'll talk about it in a bit). Well it's an end to the stupid exams! I don't have to carry my dumb pencil case (It's a Teen Titans pencil case!) around anymore for now. Although I might miss the times in secondary school but I hope I will never have to go back there again because that place suck ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Well, &amp;nbsp;I guess I'm feeling the "Graduation Goggles". What the roast is that? I think what it meant was, every time you are leaving the place you had been going to for a very long time no matter how much you had suffered there, then you will have a feeling whereby you actually kindda miss it some way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; There used to be countless of gangsters in my secondary school, I kindda dislike them &amp;nbsp;but they are always there no matter what. I've been called many nicknames in that school, "Edwin Chicken wing" was one of the first but later on, everyone started calling me either "Soon Lee" or "Spider Boy". Well, I can't say I hate those names because well,&amp;nbsp;"Edwin Chicken wing" is considered one of the nicer nicknames in school and when people actually call me by my on screen name, then that means even the Ah Mengs in my school actually watches my show, isn't that fun?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The truth is, I am actually very bored and i don't have any topic to talk about. I can really use some help from you Dorks! How? Just list a topic name down below and I'll try my best to link all the topics in to a post that is still relevant to me! So yeah, go ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;LEAVE YOUR INTERESTING COMMENTS BELOW! NO VULGARITIES PLEASE~&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;k bye dorks. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381150584205456517-1979571533668276560?l=junkyardork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkyardork.blogspot.com/feeds/1979571533668276560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://junkyardork.blogspot.com/2011/11/ordinary-levels-is-finally-over.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381150584205456517/posts/default/1979571533668276560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381150584205456517/posts/default/1979571533668276560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkyardork.blogspot.com/2011/11/ordinary-levels-is-finally-over.html' title='The Ordinary Levels is finally over!'/><author><name>withoutpenisland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17670248190052828349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381150584205456517.post-4517885809431071304</id><published>2011-11-01T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T08:44:04.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so motherdancing confused.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Hi all Dorks, today's post would be slightly different. I am going to talk about my super danced up family. I know they are concerned as there are things happening or has happened before in this world that is pretty much gonna affect me in some sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The things they are most concerned/ scared about me is that I might make the wrong choice in terms of friends (HOMG here he go again~). I believe all parents in the world are afraid of their offspring mixing around with the wrong company. But soon after i joined the media industry and got some fame off it, they were frantic! They start nagging about how Funny Kids will start forming and the rest of the others to accompany them with.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And they will always give me the danced up attitude when I mentioned that I'm going out with my friends. Well, I'll have to admit that they are pretty spot on about some. But most of the time it is up to your personal instinct. Be cautious! Even my own instincts may not be right!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;There are some (Diamonds, Coals and Charmeleons) whom I defended from my parents and some (Funny kids, Charmeleons) I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Recently, I'm getting more and more "I told you so" look from my family because I actually stood up for a Charmeleon before. Kindda danced up eh? That is the main point of why am I so motherdancing confused about my own instincts now or my parents~ Though family is always the best policy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; If there's is any weird-butt sentences, please post it as a comment below, it's probably since I'm pretty tired now. ='( Nights to all Dorks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381150584205456517-4517885809431071304?l=junkyardork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkyardork.blogspot.com/feeds/4517885809431071304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://junkyardork.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-so-motherdancing-confused.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381150584205456517/posts/default/4517885809431071304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381150584205456517/posts/default/4517885809431071304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkyardork.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-so-motherdancing-confused.html' title='I am so motherdancing confused.'/><author><name>withoutpenisland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17670248190052828349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381150584205456517.post-4259316083029135521</id><published>2011-10-30T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T10:26:12.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new GIRLFRIEND!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;HOMYGOSH&amp;nbsp;HOMYGOSH&amp;nbsp;HOMYGOSH&amp;nbsp;HOMYGOSH&amp;nbsp;HOMYGOSH&amp;nbsp;HOMYGOSH&amp;nbsp;HOMYGOSH! Edwin?! Are you in a relationship with Jayletyy?!! Seriously?! Who? Who?! Tell me kay?! I'm a faggot! Edwin... puhlesss tell US!!! Not U. S! It's US!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;HOKAY HOKAY HOKAY, Fine let me announce it to all Dorks since I'm so proud of myself, and why? because yes indeed my new girlfriend is Jayley Woo! I'll even make a video to announce it later!!! i probably can't sleep tonight as she isn't and probably won't be beside me tonight. T,T sadly...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381150584205456517-4259316083029135521?l=junkyardork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkyardork.blogspot.com/feeds/4259316083029135521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://junkyardork.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-new-girlfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381150584205456517/posts/default/4259316083029135521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381150584205456517/posts/default/4259316083029135521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkyardork.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-new-girlfriend.html' title='My new GIRLFRIEND!'/><author><name>withoutpenisland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17670248190052828349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381150584205456517.post-520118641287654796</id><published>2011-10-30T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T09:05:58.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back Dorks!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;In this post, I will warn everyone of you dorks about the evil Chameleons I had spoken about minutes ago. This is my encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Once upon a last month roughly lets say about 25th September, It's the first time I saw a Chameleon and it's a he. He was courteous, friendly and lets say a little too bitchy, the Chameleon bitches about anything that came to his mind, the first thing he bitched to me that is still in my mind vividly was about this guy called Ben Voda and this Kiyomi girl.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;He tried all means to get close to me, like he literally buy me things that even I declined. He said he wanted to drink, I tried to getaway with it with the "I don't have cash" excuse, he insisted that he'll pay as he can use his mum's card to get drinks for free. With a good heart, I tried to ask him not to use it. It was too late of course, since he already bought too many nonsense with it to begin with. "Since I'll get in to shit, why not I get more stuff?" He said, convincingly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;To all Dorks, do not judge me as a guy who uses people. This is what the Chameleon can put up to let the public see. I treated him as a friend, a really good friend. That's the thing people can't see. Of course, if you can see it then you'll have no problems with Chameleons.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;He did no appreciate any friendship anyone gave to him. Instead, he turned it away. Everyone gave him chances, as he as a Chameleon tries to gain every drop of sympathy he can get.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Finally, we are done with him. He is a ugly, disguising, cold-blooded, two-faced, insect eating, gay, retarded BITCH. And yes, if you Dorks find Chameleon difficult to pronouce everything you see it in my blog, you can actually use the word BITCH. They are practically the same thing. &amp;nbsp;Or DECEIVERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Hokay bye Dorks ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1381150584205456517-520118641287654796?l=junkyardork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkyardork.blogspot.com/feeds/520118641287654796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://junkyardork.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-back-dorks.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381150584205456517/posts/default/520118641287654796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1381150584205456517/posts/default/520118641287654796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkyardork.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-back-dorks.html' title='I&apos;m back Dorks!'/><author><name>withoutpenisland</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17670248190052828349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1381150584205456517.post-7409819457320235066</id><published>2011-10-30T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T08:25:23.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new life.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;This is my first post on my first blog for the first time. I hardly express myself to anyone but this is how i roll. Many are wondering how have my life changed or been after I got into the acting industry, I would always answer with the usual, "It's pretty much the same." I bet a lot of others say that all the time as well but the truth? Here's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It's totally different for me, I decided to take on this path as it's really fun and it interests me very much. Many questions have been asked by many, like how do you handle the fame? This answer is from the bottom of my heart and my "brain/!?" &amp;lt;--- i have a little one. Well, fame will be introduced once you have done well in your part, fame is there when people like you and would love to make you their husband/ wife. Fame is the result of your work, it's like an A in the exam. How do i handle it is not the problem but it is the way you maintain it is the question itself. How do I or how can I score an A in every exam? I have to buck up, study and do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; My image, what about it~ I have to take care of it thats for sure. I mean, i don't think anyone would want Tom Cruise with a crooked nose am i right? But not only the looks but no one would love a Spiderman who shoot web at whatever he sees whenever he wants (sorry for the weirdass examples) am i right?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Instead, people would want a reliable public figure (Probably that's why i used Spiderman, sorry bro) who looks good at the same time. Not saying that I look good myself but the least i can do is to put on a mask and let people count on me to do what I'm good at (Spiderman have a mask though). Kindda like a friend but you wouldn't know me in person thingy?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Speaking of friends, are there people who come close to you because of what you have now, the fame, the amount of followers the amount of hair you have on your toes etc. ? The answer is yes, there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; There are the Diamonds of course, you can see through the Diamonds, they are pure, they are called the Diamonds because some may have gone through pressure with you. They are the priceless or the really hard to earns. Well, they are just very good if you know what I mean. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; There are people, we call them "Funny Kids". These are those who you never got in touch with for years and suddenly they want to buy you lunch or a drink with you at some occasions, there are people who acts like the Funny Kids but some really wants to catch up, here's the headache. I'm not sure whether no meet up with them or just decline, because since I encountered a Funny Kid before and really had my fill, so yeah. Once bitten, always shy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The Chameleons, they are scary as hell, cold blooded, camouflaged and their eyeballs can look at two different directions. These kind of assholes are a pain in the ass, literally, they will try to get into your pants people. My experience with a Chameleon was a roller coaster ride. Many told me to be wary of the Chameleon but it disguise itself like a Diamond *as stated above* it as usual approached like one as well, slowly, step by step. They are so scary that they can disguise as you yourself! So ya, they tend to be close, too close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ways to get rid of The Chameleon.&lt;br /&gt;Step 1. Be as observant as them, watch some documentaries about them.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2. Know how long are they're tongue, so stay out of that range.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3. Find out where's they're soft spot, attack them from there. (Mine was a GAY Chameleon, so ya) &lt;br /&gt;Step 4. Do not be soft to them, once you feel it trying to steal from you, FINISH IT! The mistake I made was to be soft and let it leech from me. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Be on your guard still! They will steal your bullets and shoot it back at you! Most of the time they'll just ruin on whatever you are working on. Mine kindda distracted me from my studies. Trust me, you do not want Chameleons.&amp;nbsp;They HARMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I want to introduce to you.. The Coal, they appear black, as humble as they should be, friendly most of the time. these Coals are super terrifying! You'll have to filter them and grind them most of the time. They are the ones that you stumble upon when you're doing your own business and carrying out your own plan. Careful when you are filtering them as you may find The Chameleons in the bunch as they will shriver up in to a black ball. Just like a Coal.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Once you found a few pieces of good coal, you can start putting in pressure and turn them into The Diamonds. All i can say is, it takes time. Not necessarily a lot but yeah, some time. END&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;This is my first blog post, I ran out of energy and i ran out of things to say. 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