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Name: isabelle
Birthday: 7/20/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: shopping at certain stores (currently im dying to buy up abercrombie and fitch's spring season after viewing it online), watching movies (i watched titanic 27 times and the obssession is still going strong), nails (painting nails, staring at my nails), ALCOHOL (my fav is cosmopolitans, but im so desperate i'd drink anything even like, guiness or sth), looking at myself in the mirror, clubbing (but only hip hop and rnb clubs), hip hop and rnb (though im actually a teeny bopper), piercings, boys (i like them hot and rich), celebrities (paris hilton is oh-so-hot, rich cronin though that's so old-school, ryan philippe even if he's married, llyod banks oh he's sooo gangster). contrary to popular belief i dont like porn. that was kinda random but i really dont like porn. isnt it kinda awkward, like watching other people go at it? it's kinda invading their privacy *blushes* and yes i still want to go on playboy. but that's only ;cuase it's so darn prestigious. and they also have mad good fict
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
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AIM:  princessisabelle99
MSN: princess_isabelle_1@hotmail.com
Member Since:
3/30/2005
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| omg. i'm so excited. i came home early this monday night to watch gossip girl. and it's starting. :):) and it's so delicious. i could marathon it all night. and tomorrow night is melrose place:D i'm never.going.out.again. i wonder if i should attempt another melrose place party tomorrow, or if it's gonna just turn into boozed-up-in-my-own-apartment-night.
ooh i dont know if i mentioned this but ben's coming to LA sometime soon. :D he wont tell me when as usual but it'll be soon. which means that i have to wash my car and clean my apartment yawn. so i started cleaning yesterday i.e i put some stuff away. it was really noticeable too, jeffrey came and was like "woah where was all the shit that was here" anyway i refuse to clean the kitchen or the bathroom so i took my sister's advice and hired a maid. actually i hired three because the agency sends three together. (i guess for safety, in case i decide to rape them or something) so they're all coming tomorrow at noon and i'm going to be right here to get served mixed drinks while i tan on my balcony. this sounds like it's gonna be totally addictive. no wonder people with maids can't live without them.
i'm going to vegas the weekend after ben leaves since i dont think he wants to come. he really hates vegas for some strange reason. but i love it i love it. people dress like me (less expensively but they show the same amount of skin) and the food is so delicious (unlike here) and the clubs are so awesome (if you have a table) and the rooms are soooo huge (if you can afford it). i love fucking vegas. and eva, eric, james and I are going and it's gonna be high-end the whole way:) and i think we're getting a huge suite so that we can all get our own rooms (which is slightly useless since eric and eva are married, james doesn't do one-night-stands, and I'll be texting ben all night anyway) which means we have no one special to invite home. aww.
okay gossip girl is starting again i have to go:D
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| okay it's 330 on a saturday night and i'm still up. although i really need to sleep because i have eyebags down to my ankles. honestly my eyebags are bad (by my standards) but a lot better than most other people i meet. it makes you realize how sleep-deprived people are, and wonder why they don't do anything about it. i guess it's one of those things where you're so used to your huge eyebags that it becomes part of your look or something. like i woke up on tuesday with some tiny dark circles and was so shocked that i didnt wanna go to school. and by friday it's like, whatever, i'm not even gonna apply concealer.
btw i'm totally obssessed with trey songz's I invented sex. i love love love that song. but i can't find it on Itunes. why is that?! so.annoying. anyway. i was gonna say. i finally finished the paper i was working on for 4 whole days. it was only 12 pages which i can usually write in 2, so i think all the alcohol has officially killed my brain cells becuase it took me 4 really painful days to write it. i feel kinda dead from all the alcohol tonight. it wasn't even that much, i was sober enough to tell james that the light was red and not to run it because we'd all die. but i've got such a headache now.
i desperately need to go shopping. i havent seen a store in ages. the last time i went shopping was two weeks ago and i couldn't find shit. and i realized that my school bag is so disgusting that even hobos won't hang out with me. so i need to buy a bag, some nice flat boots, but i've also been looking for those 2 things for over a year and have never found them. i'm kinda a perfectionist about buying things, although you guys won't believe it from the way i keep buying things. (it's not my fault that everything looks perfect on me haha) but yeah i can't find those perfect gorgeous boots that are the right price etc. i saw ones that looked normal enough to wear, but were $1300 at Barney's, and a brand i didn't even recognize. sigh. all my other boots are for strippers and can't be worn out:(
maybe i'll go shopping tomorrow. i went for dinner tonight at Takami, which is some sushi lounge thing that's on the penthouse of a hotel with a great view of downtown LA. (i saw neither the hotel nor downtown LA) in any case eva called me and asked what i was wearing, and i was so confused that i asked her if she was trying to have phone sex with me. but we ended up deciding to overdress. she really didn't have to call me about that though. everywhere we go we're the two most ridiculously overdressed girls. which is embarrassing but i really don't care. i have super nice clothes that i need to wear somewhere.
so anyway i wore my new lacy dress and my YSL tribute shoes (grey lizard skin and all that Victoria Beckham wore in her skanky photo shoot. i love that bitch if i understood the ridiculous british accent we'd prob be BFFs. but since we don't i'll just keep waiting for Paris Hilton to finally realize that I'm actually her BFF. anyway. with my pearls and all i looked like the most exclusive and covetable social escort in town. you guys prob aren't surprised but everytime i dress like that in a hotel people actually think i'm a hooker:( someone asked if i was "working tonight" once and i was really confused because if i'm not working in the day why the fuck would i be working at night? and then i realized what he meant and i kinda scuttled off like a shocked rabbit.
anyway. we went to takami, ate a ton of sushi, drank a ton of sake, and then went to Jlounge. which was so.fucking trashy. i can't even describe it. me and the other girls (we're all from asia so we think everything's gross) kept giving each other "what the fuck" looks. first when we walked in and it looked like my backyard with a tent over it. except i can throw a way better backyard party than that because i actually screen my guests. and it was boring so we went upstairs and the first thing we saw was vomit on the dance floor. erm okay.
first i must emphasize that LA clubs are NOT all like that. only the minority ones. i remember standing in line, looking around, and saying really loudly "why is this club full of minorities?" and all those minorities turned around to look at me and i looked right back at them. but my policy in clubbing is 95% white, 5% minorities. and everyone has to be EXACTLY like me. i need to know where their shoes, dresses and purses are from. tonight's club was 95% minorites, 5% white. and everyone keeps teasing me when i kept complaining because apparently if it's 95% minorities it means they're now the majority and i shouldn't keep complaining. but erm no.
and then we were standing around on the dancefloor (the non-vomit side since i was wearing my lizard skin shoes that are very sensitive) and i was gawking at some people who were practically having sex on the side. my moral values might have been thrown out the window when i was five, but that's just gross and really trashy. james and i were like "what's wrong with them?" and i was gawking so hard that i didn't realize that there was a fight coming my way. by that i mean there were two huge ass guys in the middle of a huge brawl and they were like smashing right into me. and the only reason why i'm not juice right now is because someone grabbed my hand and pulled me away.
jesus how trashy is that. this is why i club with people like myself because guys with bottles don't start fights. they just stare each other down to see who has more expensive bottles. or since it's LA where everyone's nice they combine tables and start a super party. and girls like me never fight. we just compliment each other all night. and. the worst thing about minority clubs is how guys are so disrespectful. while guys at myhouse would walk over and tell you that you're really pretty, guys at tonight's place a) pretend that they know you from previously (erm hell no) b) touch you WAYYYY too much for no reason. like some guy came up to me and asked me what my name was and utterly fondled my entire back. what the fuck. c) have utterly terrible pickup lines d) compliment you on your legs instead of your shoes. some guy came up to me and said that i have really nice legs and i wanted to say "i hope so since i'm wearing shoes that are more expensive than your car"
wow i'm such an angry clubber. i could be so happy but the fact that they build clubs like that makes me so angry. at least i was with awesome people who understood what a tragedy it was. we made fun of EVERYONE who was in there so badly, and if you guys think i'm mean let's just say that i'm the nicest person in the group. anyway i was waiting for james to get his hot dog and these two guy comes over (james took forever, apparently because there was a second huge fight that he had to photograph) and ask if i wanna eat something with them. why do people always wanna eat after they club? and why would i wanna eat something with them if i dont even fucking know them? and they offered to pay and i feel like they expected me to be like "oh NOW i REALLY wanna come!" like, unless we're going to spago's no thank you. plus our dinner tonight cost way more than spago's so no thank you either way.
anyway. the guy was probably the only white guy in the club other than eric, and he actually looked normal so i wasn;t killing myself or anything. until he said that all his ex-girlfriends were asian and he could speak mandarin. THEN i wanted to flee. nothing scares me more than a man with yellow fever. i was like, james where are you?! and then this guy is literally in the middle of speaking (damn good) mandarin to me, and james turns up and we have eye contact and he goes "hi i'm james, what's your name?" and the guy flees so fast its fucking hilarious. we just stood there and cracked up at how fast he ran off.
man what a night. we really should just get bottles at playhouse from now, so we don't have to deal with this shit. oh btw. chaow slept with me two nights in a row! okay she really hates sleeping with me for some reason, but she knows that i really like her there, so she just lies with me and sighs a lot and stares at the door until i fall asleep. although yesterday she denned (scratched at the bed and rotated around which dogs do when they're trying to make their sleeping spot comfortable) and then settled at my feet:) and we slept there together:) although as usual when i woke up she was gone. i love that dog:)
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| it's like, 230 pm, i just woke up, and my AC was blasting at me. felt like i woke up in the middle of antarctica, which is weird because i know my AC has been off for days. which means that someone might have come in and turned it on for me. or maybe the dog did. in any case. i'm fucked because i haven't done my paper still (everyone keeps asking me what the fuck is wrong with me because i've been working on it for 4 whole days now. but seriously, there's so much research to be done and i've been so tired that i could only write 1-2 pages a day before i pass out) anyway this sucks because i promised chaow i'd take her to the park today, but it's so far away and now it's so late i dont know that we can go.
anyway i had the most psychedallic nightmare last night. firstly ben and i broke up in the nightmare, and he was with some other girl but for some reason won't leave me alone and kept following me around. at some point i was hiding in the bathroom to get rid of him. really fucking weird. and then my dad and i had this huge fight in the nightmare too, like, HUGE fight. i was actually yelling, cursing etc, which was even weirder because i've never once in my life talked back to my dad. he's always right to me. which is probably why he never yells at me. and throughout the nightmare i was going from one beauty salon to another, trying to find the PERFECT nail polish color. and just when i found it someone took it away from me.
so i obviously woke up in a fright, in the middle of antarctica. and eric was calling me which was so confusing that i was kinda like, "who are you?" like, talking to eric right after that weird ass nightmare thing was just out of this world. because everytime i wake up i still feel like the nightmare is happening. (which is why i'm not calling ben, because i'm still mad at him for dumping me for some chick and then stalking me) well so eric said that we're having dinner, and possibly clubbing tonight. now what the fuck does that mean?! we can't POSSIBLY club because i dont wanna show up to the restaurant in some pretty cocktail dress and then be expected to get down in a club later on. or i can't show up in the restaurant naked with 6 inch heels and then everyone decides to go home or "chill somewhere."
which is why i always plan clubbing days in advance, but obviously no one has their priorities right like i do. man i fucking have to do this paper. but first i'm going to cpk, eating an entire pizza by myself, and then feeding the dog. she must be starving it's so late already;( btw the reason i woke up so late was because i was playing mahjong with some hongkong people last night. who never spoke one word of english to me, and my cantonese is so bad that they just sound like they're singing weird sounds (because canto always sounds like people singing to me) and so james had to keep translating stuff, which was even weirder.
and then because they played taiwanese style mahjong (and were REALLY good at it) i had no idea how to play which means that i lost A TON of money in the first round. and exactly half of that TON of money in the second. i think i aged a hundred years last night. those people must love me. fuck my pizza is almost ready and i have to walk there. but anyway taiwanese style mahjong is so fun (in a weird complicated way) and i think i actually picked up some canto. at some point i was so confused and stressed out that i replied back in canto. :D that cd-rom is really working!
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| okay so i'm writing again for the first time in a long time. as like i told jay, the longer i dont write the less inclined i am to write just because i feel pressured to like, write about every single thing that happened along the way. and honestly i've been super duper busy recently. like not just stupid watching-tv busy but for real busy. and i'm also kinda really stressed out just because it's end of March and I'm jobless as fuck. or more like, I havent started applying for anything and I know that I really need to but seriously school and my senior thesis is consuming my life. which is stupid because I don't care about any of those things:(
Like, it's really stressful to realize that I'm about to get deported from America and instead of doing something about it all I've been doing is learning stupid art historical theories or contemporary art by gays, women and minorities (or a combination of all 3. it's annoying to the extent that i tell everyone that if i had lived in the 1960s i'd have been an amazing artist. i evidently have not learnt from the diversity class. honestly no one hates diversity like i do. and the more diversity classes I take the more staunchly middle class white male i become.
sigh. i just made a steak for dinner. it turned out pretty well. by pretty well i mean that i actually ate the whole thing. (usually i buy a fucking expensive steak from wholefoods and eat like, 1/8 of it because i'm such a bad cook that it's inedible) sigh. i hate school so badly right now. and now that spring break is over i have literally nothing to look forward to. unless ben keeps his word and comes visit me again but i know I shoudn't get my hopes up.
speaking of spring break it was pretty f-ing amazing. it's the 4th spring break i'm spending with ben (would you believe that i've spent every spring break with him since my freshman year?) and it's also been my least cultural and most party-party spring break. we basically partied everyday in shanghai. his friends were super nice and super fun. but seriously i can't understand what everyone sees in shanghai. it's filthy, everyone's a peasant, and LA clubs are so much better hello (especially if you go to the top ones like i do) man i'd write about every party i went to but that's just wayyy too tiring to relive so i'll just remember it in my head.
man. my 3rd page chapter for my senior thesis (i have a total of 5 chapters kill me now) was due this morning and I'm not even halfway done. and honestly it's 1040 and my stomach does not feel good and i really wanna go to sleep but i know i have to do at least 4 more pages before i allow myself to sleep. which means that this is gonna be another 6 hour night. bens been super nice to me: texting, calling and msning me really sweet stuff all day. i requested that he leaves a message on my facebook wall so that people dont think that i'm imagining him in my head.
i just watched an episode of melrose place online and it was so delicious. i loved that show so much and realized that i'm not the only loser who comes home at 9pm on tuesday night to watch it haha. or better, i'm not the only loser who's heard of it. because james admitted to me that he's obsessed with it, although he swears that it's only for the hot asian chick with big lips. and then i invited him to come over to watch it with me, and we ended up inviting eva and eric, who made fun of us for forever about watching it, until they finally admitted that they Tivo it every week and havent missed a single episode.
so we ended up having this huge melrose place party at my apartment. actually it wasnt very huge because it was just the 4 of us. and the best part is that we were all so late (including myself. i can never make it to my own parties on time) that we missed most of melrose place. so we end up drinking a ton of patron. and i guess we got kinda drunk because we almost took off to vegas on a tuesday night. until i realized that i can't do shit like that anymore now that a) i have a dog and b) i'm still totally jobless and that would be utterly irresponsible of me. so anyway we decide to go to vegas in two weeks, and to stay in the biggest suite ever and have a table at every club. i dont know how much of that was drunk-talk, and how much of it was true. but we also swore to have a table at playhouse this weekend, and eva just called me about it. so i guess it wasn't just drunk-talk.
eva and i decided that we need more fobby asian friends to get tables with. no college kid in america seems to understand the value of a) a prestigious club and b) a table at a prestigious club. at least no college kid who isn't in NYU seems to understand. sigh. i just need 8 friends. it's always a two bottle minimum and the 4 of us just can't finish two bottles (and still manage to drive home). i miss the days when sina was here. sina, her fiance, and ben. that's all we need.
man. the only thing that stands between me and clubbing this weekend is this paper that is slowly but surely killing me. i really should go shower and do it before ben gets back from class and i end up chatting with him and not writing it. my stomach hurts so bad:( sigh. i really really wish i knew what to do with my life.
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| Dear Charmian, If you ever read this. I want to thank you for taking care of me tonight, from a million miles away. I'm sorry I only ever talk to you when I'm super neurotic, but thanks for always being there. And for not telling me that everything's going to be okay, but giving me real advice and making me man up. I love you babe:)
And Deana. Thanks for all the messages. I sent you a really crazy email tonight and you can ignore it. But thanks for always making sure that I'm fine:)
Joanne and Rebecca: thanks for the messages and calls (respectively) It's really nice to know how much you guys stalk me on this blog and care:)
I had a really really really bad night tonight (for no reason whatsoever. I just cracked) and I realized that I always neglect the people who really care about me. But you guys are always there for me and I really appreciate that:)
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