<?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-1348137643980398743</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:33:19.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFESSIONS</title><subtitle type='html'>of a PARTY GIRL. dancer. student. teacher. lover. fighter. fashionista. friend. mother to a shih tzu. ETC.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348137643980398743/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ChanthanatoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08431428324782262994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71rmFixP0tg/SVSQdQibt-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/CHAFNrwoL6c/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348137643980398743.post-3428982489098386877</id><published>2009-08-06T14:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:36:54.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No subject.</title><content type='html'>To whom it may concern: I have chopped my hair off and fled the state.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348137643980398743-3428982489098386877?l=chanthanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/feeds/3428982489098386877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-subject.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348137643980398743/posts/default/3428982489098386877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348137643980398743/posts/default/3428982489098386877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-subject.html' title='No subject.'/><author><name>ChanthanatoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08431428324782262994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71rmFixP0tg/SVSQdQibt-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/CHAFNrwoL6c/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348137643980398743.post-4818437935584530115</id><published>2009-06-04T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:04:20.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>A quick post before I head out to San Francisco then Texas!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I Confess:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHH.......it's a refreshing feeling of my body breaking from dance. Reminds me that I am still A-L-I-V-E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Spotlight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my obsession with Lykke Li continues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kvL5Pm5SaOo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kvL5Pm5SaOo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"I'm workin' a sweat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;but its all good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm breakin' my back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;but it's all good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;'cause I know I'll get it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yeah, I know your hands will clap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yeah, I'm workin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yeah, I'm workin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;to make butter for my piece of bun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And if you say I'm not OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;then that's the goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If you say there ain't no way that I could know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If you say I aim too high from down below &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well, say it now cause when I'm gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You'll be callin' but I won't be at the phone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348137643980398743-4818437935584530115?l=chanthanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/feeds/4818437935584530115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/2009/06/quickie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348137643980398743/posts/default/4818437935584530115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348137643980398743/posts/default/4818437935584530115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/2009/06/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>ChanthanatoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08431428324782262994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71rmFixP0tg/SVSQdQibt-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/CHAFNrwoL6c/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348137643980398743.post-3967450046269287614</id><published>2009-05-08T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:29:59.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Date</title><content type='html'>This may be the first Friday in the past 2 months straight that I decided to stay in. No parties, no drinks, no boys or girls. Just me and music... which happened to be the best Friday night date so far! So, for some unknown reason I decided to lock myself in "this" room all day and night &amp;amp; in the dark. Nothing on but sweet music in my ears.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_71rmFixP0tg/SgUBCQfkUtI/AAAAAAAAACc/VnYcbib7nxU/s320/Photo+446.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333670471988957906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I Confess:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as people see me as this wild person, I am very much a home body. As much as I love being social I equally love being alone. This is exactly what I needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Spotlight:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Lykke Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The best part about t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;onight is my new found love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/upnTg2GPgTM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/upnTg2GPgTM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"hands down&lt;br /&gt;i'm too proud for love&lt;br /&gt;but with eyes shut&lt;br /&gt;it's you i'm thinking of&lt;br /&gt;but how we move from A to B?&lt;br /&gt;it can't be up to me&lt;br /&gt;'cause you don't know&lt;br /&gt;eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;thigh to thigh&lt;br /&gt;i let go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.pure genius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348137643980398743-3967450046269287614?l=chanthanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/feeds/3967450046269287614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-night-date.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348137643980398743/posts/default/3967450046269287614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348137643980398743/posts/default/3967450046269287614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-night-date.html' title='Friday Night Date'/><author><name>ChanthanatoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08431428324782262994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71rmFixP0tg/SVSQdQibt-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/CHAFNrwoL6c/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_71rmFixP0tg/SgUBCQfkUtI/AAAAAAAAACc/VnYcbib7nxU/s72-c/Photo+446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348137643980398743.post-1586553675146195602</id><published>2009-05-04T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:27:44.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY CRAP</title><content type='html'>I'm so behind on blogging that I've been dragging to update! I guess its not much of a help by procrastinating because then I'll just be more behind, so I will do a little at a time. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets do some quick highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was on America's Best Dance Crew Season 3 which was craaaazy fun!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't work or do school at the moment because I've been heavily involved with TM7 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Other than dancing I've just been partying.... a lot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The most I've partied recently was 6 nights in a row. Lets see if I can break my own record haha. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm single&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I moved back to my home town LONG BEACH (562!!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've become somewhat of a drifter/hippie. Although all my belongings are "stored" in Long Beach I've actually been living wherever I can sleep. LOL. I know it sounds crazy but its been kind of adventurous &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; eloborations to highlights will follow... eventually :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spotlight:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;YOSHi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71rmFixP0tg/Sf-wmF6SJMI/AAAAAAAAABs/9GPuCm6zFSM/s1600-h/yoshi%26me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332174652298110146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71rmFixP0tg/Sf-wmF6SJMI/AAAAAAAAABs/9GPuCm6zFSM/s320/yoshi%26me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the man of my life. My mommy gave him to me as a Christmas present in 2007. From day one I could tell we were just meant to be. Not to mention he was the first Christmas present I had ever received from either of my parents. They don't really believe in the whole Christmas thing. So I was in complete shock when I visted her in Texas to find that she had something for me. Then coming back to Cali with him was just pure fate. The airlines told me that they were only allowed to have 5 pets on the flight and that it was already full but somone who was scheduled to have a pet carry on just cancelled! Since then we've been insperable! I never thought I'd be much of a dog person, until I had one of my own. Now I truly understand the meaning of dog lovers. There's only one way to describe it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A dog has no use for fanc&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71rmFixP0tg/Sf-w2VeFXBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5q4Fmhc9LPA/s1600-h/YOSHI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332174931352706066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71rmFixP0tg/Sf-w2VeFXBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5q4Fmhc9LPA/s320/YOSHI.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y cars or big homes or designer clothes. Status symbol means nothing to him. A waterlogged stick will do just fine. A dog judges others not by their color or creed or class but by who they are inside. A dog doesn't care if you are rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his. It was really quite simple, and yet we humans, so much wiser and more sophisticated, have always had trouble figuring out what really counts and what does not. Sometimes it took a dog with bad breath, worse manners, and pure intentions to help us see."&lt;br /&gt;— John Grogan, from Marly &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I confess:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332181638304728994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71rmFixP0tg/Sf-28u0Dh6I/AAAAAAAAACM/QkE80IvDxiw/s320/VR3E0896.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;This past weekend was yet another LA weekend. Thursday night was Level 3 - Fanny Pack's Shoe Release Party and Friday night was Highlands - Super Cr3w Performance. It was like an ABDC reunion! Much fun with much draaaanks. But at the end of the weekend I came to this one conclusion:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"LA guys are either GAME or GAY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348137643980398743-1586553675146195602?l=chanthanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/feeds/1586553675146195602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/2009/05/holy-crap.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348137643980398743/posts/default/1586553675146195602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348137643980398743/posts/default/1586553675146195602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/2009/05/holy-crap.html' title='HOLY CRAP'/><author><name>ChanthanatoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08431428324782262994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71rmFixP0tg/SVSQdQibt-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/CHAFNrwoL6c/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_71rmFixP0tg/Sf-wmF6SJMI/AAAAAAAAABs/9GPuCm6zFSM/s72-c/yoshi%26me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348137643980398743.post-7423727801907919328</id><published>2009-03-22T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:46:52.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRYING.</title><content type='html'>I know, I need a major update. I'm trying to update. I'm trying many things right now. It's TRYING OVERLOAD! It's scary but in the end will be worth it, I believe. Things have been crazy. Things have changed in so many ways, good and bad, I think. I will update soon I promise...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I can't take it any longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thought that we were stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All we do is linger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slipping through our fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to try now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All that's left is goodbye to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Find a way that I can tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate this part right here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-PCD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348137643980398743-7423727801907919328?l=chanthanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/feeds/7423727801907919328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/2009/03/trying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348137643980398743/posts/default/7423727801907919328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348137643980398743/posts/default/7423727801907919328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/2009/03/trying.html' title='TRYING.'/><author><name>ChanthanatoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08431428324782262994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71rmFixP0tg/SVSQdQibt-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/CHAFNrwoL6c/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348137643980398743.post-5444177925444937221</id><published>2009-02-05T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:25:48.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm stoked!</title><content type='html'>things to look forward to today:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Running again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Reading more of Twilight (I'm a 3/4 done yayay)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Call backs for Alvin and the Chipmunks sequel movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Freak the Vote" Party &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348137643980398743-5444177925444937221?l=chanthanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/feeds/5444177925444937221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-stoked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348137643980398743/posts/default/5444177925444937221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348137643980398743/posts/default/5444177925444937221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-stoked.html' title='i&apos;m stoked!'/><author><name>ChanthanatoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08431428324782262994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71rmFixP0tg/SVSQdQibt-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/CHAFNrwoL6c/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348137643980398743.post-4502568488829312937</id><published>2008-12-28T11:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T12:01:24.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is love enough?</title><content type='html'>When in a relationship, how does one gauge when it is enough? What will it take to fill up that void inside? Is it trust, laughter, time spent together, mutual understanding, or sex maybe... Some may say all of those qualities rolled up together is necessary. But what happens when a few of them are missing?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is dating very much like taking a driver's license test? You are riding in the passenger seat judging the prospective driver all the while holding your clipboard and going through the list. By the end of the ride, all is left unchecked except for that box placed to the left of "love". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When is love, alone, enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348137643980398743-4502568488829312937?l=chanthanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/feeds/4502568488829312937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-love-enough.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348137643980398743/posts/default/4502568488829312937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348137643980398743/posts/default/4502568488829312937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-love-enough.html' title='Is love enough?'/><author><name>ChanthanatoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08431428324782262994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71rmFixP0tg/SVSQdQibt-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/CHAFNrwoL6c/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348137643980398743.post-1627845743486156402</id><published>2008-12-25T23:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:50:23.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have been meaning to start my own blogs for a couple months now. I was a user of Xanga since 2004 but slowly fell out of it. Some of my friends who have really dope blogs are all males. So I started to think..."Why aren't there any female bloggers in my circle of friends?!?!" After all, we have perspectives too, and it is a common fact that we talk (and think) much more than guys do. So, isn't it natural for us to have that much more to say/write! Therefore, I am here firstly to represent myself and secondly, the ladies. Be warned that you may not agree with what I decide to blog about, at least I hope not. Can you imagine a world where everyone agrees with each other? That is scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So what does little ol' me could possibly have to say? To be quite honest I was always a "blogger" since elementary school, except the old fashion way = pen and journal. In fact, I still own a journal now. That's where I jot down all my deep thoughts, feelings and ideas. Sometimes emotional and other times simply things I want to remember. Hey, I am not one to wear my heart on my sleeves so I am not planning on just spilling my guts to the world wide web. I do believe that certain personal things are better kept to yourself. But I will say this: I like to keep it real, say it how it is... Whether it is about romantic or friendly relationships with people, entertainment, dance, love, sex, fashion, arts, culture, business, anything. What I feel is what I will share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I truly believe in the power of knowledge. I want to share my knowledge with those that want to learn and I definitely hope to gain knowledge from others as well. Learning is a never ending circle in life, if you choose to. EMBRACE IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_71rmFixP0tg/SVSRMkqZHmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Dm5CYVZPNHw/s320/Photo+68.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284007907998375522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So it's obvious that it is still Christmas. MERRY CHRISTMAS (whatever that means). I'm only saying it to be polite. Bitter? No, well maybe a little bit, but more so just bummed. How are people like me suppose to truly enjoy christmas all alone. Please tell  me that I am not the ONLY person in America to spend today alone. My boyfriend is in North Carolina with his family. Since we've dated I haven't been able to spend Christmas with him once (That's 3 years)! I totally understand though, it just sucks for me. Plus, each of my family member are also away from town spending it with their significant other's family. So, while everyone wasted their life savings on this year's Xmas, I spent the whole day alone acting a fool. Well actually my baby Yoshi was here to act a fool with me, so that's one thing I'm grateful for.... As far as the other thing, I'm not too sure how to feel about it. I received one gift today. It it just so happened to be this.... look what Santa left under the tree for me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71rmFixP0tg/SVST8VtnADI/AAAAAAAAABA/-uIVoCJaTPo/s320/Photo+70.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284010927642312754" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahahahahahaha. This is the most hilarious gift ever.  My good friend, Thia drove all the way from Irvine  just to give me the gift of.....pleasure? Maybe she sensed that I would be alone for the holidays. Good looking out Thia! Uhhh, seriously though this is my very fist, ahem, dildo. I'm not too sure what I am going to do with it. (Stop your dirty thoughts now!) In the sense that I haven't decided if I want to make use of it. LOL. I'll keep you posted. Maybe. Maybe Not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On another note, that's a picture of me right after my kenpo karate workout. I am proud to say that instead of stuffing my face in fatty foods for Christmas I stayed strict to my eating and workout plan. It was my first time trying kenpo and I really fell in love with it. It is officially my new favorite workout. Not many people know this but I was a green belt in Tae Kwan Do whose father was the instructor and was and still very much have the hots for Bruce Lee. So I guess it makes perfect sense for me to really enjoy the kenpo workout as much as I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YES! Today is almost over and I'm so excited to move on into the upcoming days. Stay tuned, it'll be good. I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348137643980398743-1627845743486156402?l=chanthanator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/feeds/1627845743486156402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/2008/12/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348137643980398743/posts/default/1627845743486156402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348137643980398743/posts/default/1627845743486156402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanthanator.blogspot.com/2008/12/1.html' title='#1'/><author><name>ChanthanatoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08431428324782262994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_71rmFixP0tg/SVSQdQibt-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/CHAFNrwoL6c/S220/Photo+48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_71rmFixP0tg/SVSRMkqZHmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Dm5CYVZPNHw/s72-c/Photo+68.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
