Watch out for it.

Mischa

Wake up, get irritated because I didn’t wake up when I should have, got ready, left the house, went to the gas station, picked up one pack of marlboro 27s, matches and a medium sized cappuccino.  Took an adderall, went up Laurel Canyon, down Laurel Canyon, right on Sunset by 8:30, went to the WeHo Fire Dept., went to WeHo City Hall, made it to 944 by 10.  Parked in my VIP parking, emails, emails, emails, emails, emails, lunch at Primo with Wellen boys (www.wellensurf.com), emails, emails, emails, emails, emails, emails, emails, smoke breaks, emails, hanging out to avoid traffic, picked Jordan up, shrimp burrito at Rubios, phone with Dan, small corona, blog, sleep.

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From blankets and birth certificates to cots and uniforms worn by staff, every aspect of the Hau Sheng Hospital in Yuanlin in central Taiwan is emblazoned with the feline motif.

Patients are welcomed to the 30-bed hospital by a statue of Hello Kitty dressed in a doctor’s uniform.

Then they will be greeted by the site of a pink elevator, complete with posters of the cartoon character on the wall.

And newborns get everything Hello Kitty but a set of whiskers, including pink or blue receiving blankets, nurses dressed in pink uniforms with cat-themed aprons, cot linen and room decor.

Hospital’s director Tsai Tsung-chi opened the £2m (T$100m) hospital in his hometown after obtaining authorisation from the fictitious cat’s Japanese parent company Sanrio Co Ltd.

The hospital claims to be the only medical institution of its kind which has been authorised by the company.

The director says he hopes the white, mouthless cat that is one of the world’s most recognisable characters will ease the pain and fear associated with childbirth and being admitted into hospital.

I don’t know about you, but I definitely want to give birth to my future children here. Its just too ridiculous and too awesome to pass up. Although, I find it totally hilarious that the director is claiming the objective is to make pregnant women and ill people smile more by having a themed hospital. 

Alright…a room full of Hello Kitty and pink would be the last place I’d want to be in if I were to be all jacked up from the meds they’re sure to give you.  It’ll be like a bad trip off of weird Hello Kitty hallucinogens. You’ve heard of K? Well now hear HK. haha oh my, I am a riot.

Also, Jordan brought up a good point when he said, “this is kinda morbid, but what if a baby is sick or dies, and its being taken across that cheery pink circus? i think it would tramatize a parent eveeen more than just the illness.”

Very true. I guess they should have considered Badtz Maru instead of Hello Kitty..since we all know he’s the best one of all!

944 All Star Weekend

To all the playas, ballers, shot callers of the world, koin 944 magazine and W Scottsdale February 12-15, as we bring GAME back to town for the most anticipated sports weekend of the year. Get ready for four jam-packed days of action hosted by basketball great Amare Stoudemire, along with headlining performances from Grammy Award-winner Common and R&B singer Keri Hilson. We’ll even be transforming the banquet rooms into some of the hottest party scenes, sexiest fashion shows and satellite nightclubs from across the country. We’ve got it all covered — everything from exclusive parties on the Verizon Pool deck to V.I.P. events featuring internationally recognized DJs such as Jazzy Jeff, Irie and Vice. There will also be tons of other surprises that shouldn’t be missed.

Bring your best GAME face to the W Scottsdale for the weekend-long party.

THIS IS A TICKETED EVENT, YOU WILL NEED A TICKET TO ATTEND.
TICKETS AVAILABLE ONLINE STARTING THURSDAY, JANUARY 29, AT http://www.ticketmaster.com AND AT ALL TICKET MASTER OUTLETS. TO CHARGE TICKETS BY PHONE, CALL: 1-800-745-3000

Highlighted Features:

Thursday Night
All-Star Weekend Kick-Off hosted by Amare Stoudemire
Featuring DJ Vice, DJ Reach, DJ Ross One, and DJ OB One

Friday Night
DJ Jazzy Jeff, DJ Fashen and JD Webb

Saturday Night (Great Room)
Jacqui Swimwear Fashion Show with special guest MC Cedric the Entertainer
Moody Blues Fashion Show
Live Performance by Keri Hilson
DJ Solomon, JD Web, DJ Freestyle Steve

Saturday Night (Pool Side)
Live from the Verizon Pool Deck with Two-time Grammy Award-winner Common

Sunday Night
Live from the Verizon Pool Deck
Weekend Wrap-up with DJ Solomon and DJ Irie

I’ve made resolutions before, most of which I’ve never kept. But 2008 was a turning point in my life. Looking back, I did everything I said I would. I got a new job that fits my career path; one at immergent Records and an awesome PR internship at 944 Magazine. I also met more people who’ve only made positive impacts on me and been able to find my niche in life.

2008 was also an extreme year.  After exceeding my initial goals for 2008, it also came with challenges. Everyone I know seems to be unemployed. Being unemployed SUCKS and it also gives you too much free time to think about things.  Little things start bothering  you when you have too much time on your hands to actually think about that. Thank gawd I kept myself slightly sane with the internship.

But problems in 2008 should never creep its way to 2009.  Harder.Better.Faster.Stronger. That’s the only way I can roll. I don’t have any resolutions on quitting smoking (even though I smoked less than one pack in the time I was away for vacay), limiting my drinking, or cutting any vices out. I will say that there has been lots of moderation, but not because I feel bad about doing it, but because I just wanted to. People can’t quit anything if they’re not ready to. But I’m more than ready to take on this year bigger and better! Better in school, better in work, better at everything. Everything that matters, that is.

I have realistic goals. I hate it when people go, “yeah I’m gonna quit this and that and that” when you know they’re not. But expect some great fucking things churning up this year! Its going to be fucking RIDICULOUS!!

Mischa

I’m kind of sad to not be there right now. I only stayed there short of two weeks, but it seemed like I’ve been gone for two months. My life stood still there and it was exactly what I needed. 33 thousand feet in the air for 18 hours is almost enough time to think about anything. I mean anything. Whenever I go back I always think of the life that would have been if I stayed, and I’m so thankful I didn’t. Even though it saddens me that I’m back to the reality and the grind of life, I’m thankful that I can do it in the city where anything you dream of can happen and does happen — good and bad.

But I recharged my batteries and rejuvenated myself. Now I’m back, better than ever, and ready to kick some major ass in 2009! I’ll post my pictures soon..I took like, a million (I’m asian, what can I say?).

But till then, hope your holidays were as good as mine…and mine was damn good.

Love,

Mischa

Christmas was really chill. I didn’t spend so much time on gifts and neither did anyone else. Gifts are so unnecessary. I was so happy to be with people I love. I’ve had a great Christmas break thus far. Mansion party, lots of Primmo, met up with my Arizona hoodrats, caught up with Tracey, spent time at the Tironas (time meaning too many shots of vodka) and went to LAX. Busy week, ready for the next adventure.

And throughout the entire time sitting in the plane, I must say my patience was wearing thin. I had taken half of a loritab since sleeping on planes and I don’t mix, and waiting there for two hours just sitting, not doing a damn thing, I wanted a cigarette in the worst possible way.  It was like being in a state of delirium while being completely overwhelmed at the same time.

I wasn’t able to smoke (I actually haven’t smoked a cig since yesterday), but I noticed this while I was in the bathroom.

Okay, I don’t understand why they say you can’t smoke in there when they have an ashtray displaying to put your cigarette out there! I don’t get it! Why even have an ashtray if you can’t smoke?! Really..I mean really, is that some sick joke? Because if you’re on a plane for 14 hours, crossing oceans and going on weird jet lag, and the one thing you want is a ciggy — you should NOT have an ashtray there. I mean, I totally won’t smoke in an airplane, but why give that option? Its like some tease.

Check out my gnarly bruise. You should see what I did to the other person. I feel like a battered wifey:

hard mothafuckaaa

My room is seriously disgusting. Hurricane Mischa definitely destroyed everything in site. I should clean it. Too bad its too fucking cold to do much of anything, so I’ll just do it tomorrow (and I will). I also came across this online today and thought it’d be awesome to have this in my house. I’m usually pretty old school with my tastes in homes and decor, but it’s been shifting. I still say I want the Alvin and the Chipmunk house with the white picket fence, but I would want this too.

Tribeca Roof

Living Room

Bathroom

Driving home, my car thermometor read that it was 48 degrees. That means winter has finally come to L.A., which also means, it feels below 10 right now. I am fucking freezing my ass off, basically.

I had a rather eventful weekend. Actually, a very eventful weekend. Started off at the Conga Room opening at L.A. Live. For those of you who don’t venture passed the 405, you need to hit up L.A. Live. Downtown is definitely  making its comeback, and is far from the last memory I have of it being gross and a bigger skidrow. Nokia Theatre, Club Nokia, ESPN, Lucky Strike etc. are all over there, and it’s across the street from the Staples Center. So once you’re done watching the Lake SHow, walk across the street and enjoy yo’self!

With that said, it was nice seeing Sheila E. over at the soiree. I know Sheila from immergent records a while back and was happy to see a familiar face. She turned 51 that night and is still rockin’ it. Saturday was more animated since I attended the FAMILY GUY CHRISTMAS PARTY. Oh yes, one of the best fucking shows ever. I also got really wasted and pounded it with Seth MacFarlane after Dan and I danced to Seth’s rendition of some Sinatra songs. He’s actually a decent singer. And by decent, I mean fucking awesome.

Crazies at Conga. Me, Keith, Carla, Melissa and Carly

"I gave them my 20s, and they gave me 20 million." - Seth MacFarlane