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Hi good evening happy bithdayy to youu!!!

Happy birthday, Andrea!! Have a lovely one 

Happy Birthday

..."More than this"..."when you used to  hide away"..
and IT IS RAINING IN HUNGARY. : / 

..."More than this"..."when you used to  hide away"..
and IT IS RAINING IN HUNGARY. : / 

I used to be a really big fan of her and I still like her, especially her older music, but the new song is so good... It's about her illness (she had Lyme disease in the past years) and it almost made me cry, it's so emotional.

I used to be a really big fan of her and I still like her, especially her older music, but the new song is so good... It's about her illness (she had Lyme disease in the past years) and it almost made me cry, it's so emotional.

I would even rather collect all editions of Mika's new album but pens are better than nothing... 

I finally got my boxes yesterday, they are even nicer live than on all the photos I've seen before. 

ciaaoo ragazzi/e chi preferite tra Mika e A. Soler? io Mika tutta la vita !!! fatemi sapere

I had to write it down.

I am getting sick and tired of all these comments: Where is the album? We want new music.

Or even more nicely: We want the ####ing album! Why he goes here or there? He SHOULD write a new album!

What is all this? Do you think this can be a positive motivation? Can being rude change anything? I hope Mika does not read all this.

For me it’s a lack of respect for an artist they claim are fans.

When Mika is not on TV, they want to see him. When he does private gigs, they are not happy, because they cannot go to see him.

When he goes to France, they want him in Italy.

When he goes to Italy, they want him in France.

When he decides (I hope so) to participate in The Voice France – they are not happy because they want a new album.

I can imagine that when the album is released they will say it is not good enough because he was doing so many other things…  Never satisfied.

Sorry if I offended anybody, but I had to express my thoughts about it. Social media can be like a poison.

I do not mean any special person.

I am happy that we will see Mika in The Voice France (I hope so). I love watching him teaching young singers. His experience is so big and we should all be happy that he shares it with others.

If a new album is released in December or in March – I don’t care. It will be there for sure.

And then there will be the tour.

For sure we will hear a lot about Mika next year. And we will see him a lot. And that makes me happy. Very happy!

I had to write it down.

I am getting sick and tired of all these comments: Where is the album? We want new music.

Or even more nicely: We want the ####ing album! Why he goes here or there? He SHOULD write a new album!

What is all this? Do you think this can be a positive motivation? Can being rude change anything? I hope Mika does not read all this.

For me it’s a lack of respect for an artist they claim are fans.

When Mika is not on TV, they want to see him. When he does private gigs, they are not happy, because they cannot go to see him.

When he goes to France, they want him in Italy.

When he goes to Italy, they want him in France.

When he decides (I hope so) to participate in The Voice France – they are not happy because they want a new album.

I can imagine that when the album is released they will say it is not good enough because he was doing so many other things…  Never satisfied.

Sorry if I offended anybody, but I had to express my thoughts about it. Social media can be like a poison.

I do not mean any special person.

I am happy that we will see Mika in The Voice France (I hope so). I love watching him teaching young singers. His experience is so big and we should all be happy that he shares it with others.

If a new album is released in December or in March – I don’t care. It will be there for sure.

And then there will be the tour.

For sure we will hear a lot about Mika next year. And we will see him a lot. And that makes me happy. Very happy!

Shawn Mendes fans may discover Grace Kelly now... 

Look what I have received today!! 😍😍😍

Look what I have received today!! 😍😍😍

It rained a lot yesterday.  It was a big storm. The light went off for hours. Now we got  19°C incredible.  but it is more bearable. After the storm, calm 

It rained a lot yesterday.  It was a big storm. The light went off for hours. Now we got  19°C incredible.  but it is more bearable. After the storm, calm 

I'm in shock because of the bridge in Genova, me and my family used that bridge several times when we spent our summer in Liguria, our favourite region in Italy, the last time only a month ago... My mother always said the bridge is ugly and was afraid of passing it. I can't believe what happened... 

Do you remember all those articles from this year, where the journalists wrote Mika is 38? It seems that according to Google 29 is the new 38 because now if you google "Mika" or "Mika's birthday", you get the date and place of birth of a guy named Micael Borges who also use the nickname Mika... 

Do you remember all those articles from this year, where the journalists wrote Mika is 38? It seems that according to Google 29 is the new 38 because now if you google "Mika" or "Mika's birthday", you get the date and place of birth of a guy named Micael Borges who also use the nickname Mika... 

Just a little story... Today I went to a concert which was a part of Prague Pride. At the very beginning before the first performance they started to play Grace Kelly. I know, it's the most basic Mika song, but I was so happy to hear it. However, after the first seconds I realized it's a cover! It was so weird to hear Grace Kelly without Mika's voice. It was so disappointing... 

Just a little story... Today I went to a concert which was a part of Prague Pride. At the very beginning before the first performance they started to play Grace Kelly. I know, it's the most basic Mika song, but I was so happy to hear it. However, after the first seconds I realized it's a cover! It was so weird to hear Grace Kelly without Mika's voice. It was so disappointing... 

Just a little story... Today I went to a concert which was a part of Prague Pride. At the very beginning before the first performance they started to play Grace Kelly. I know, it's the most basic Mika song, but I was so happy to hear it. However, after the first seconds I realized it's a cover! It was so weird to hear Grace Kelly without Mika's voice. It was so disappointing... 

I can't stop laughing!!!!!

I returned to read old Mika's articles for XL Pop Up column and I am on the "My Family and Other Animals".

It's about holidays. I think Mika told this story even with more details at one of his gigs. 

Enjoy and relax during this hot hot hot day of holidays (for some of you) . 

"Once upon a time there was a boy who was angry with everyone and everything around him. So angry, that one night he decided to run away. Whilst preparing his bag to leave home he thought about what he would need. He packed his clothes but then his books and games. Fearing discomfort he packed his bed. Fearing loneliness he packed his dog. Worried about what he would do with his clothes once they were dirty, he packed his mother, who in turn packed their washing machine and her daughter, his little sister. She, then packed their father, who in turn packed his desk, television and his favourite armchair. Not to be outdone, his mother then packed her dressing table, her curling irons and her set of knives. She also suggested to the father that he pack the barbecue. The boy stood and looked at his now empty house and saw his favourite apple tree, alone in the garden and he felt sad. So he took that too. In the end the boy ran away from home but without knowing it he took all of it with him. Except for the gold fish. Everyone always forgets the bloody gold fish, he died. This is my life.

The idea for my holiday this year was a pretty normal one. To get into a car from London and drive through France and Italy, stopping in various places along the way. The only unusual thing about my trip is that I took my whole family with me, all 18 of them, and not only that, but my Dog came too as well as a few friends, my goddaughter, her parents, my grandmother, her nanny (I’ll come back to that) and of course a couple spouses and partners. The grand total? 26 people, 8 cars, 48 suitcases, 1 dog bed and a Magi-mix (for the dog). The story about the boy, is one that I used to read often as a child. Clearly it had more of an influence on me than anyone could have predicted.

To be fair, of all the places we have been in this enormous group, Italy has been the most welcoming and un-afraid of my Godzilla sized family. In France, I couldn’t help but feel like we were as welcome as a barbarian invasion. The only Barbarian in the group to be fair is my grandmother. Although she is more like a Trojan Horse. She enters a room with a coy smile and hobbles with her walking stick, as slow as possible so as to maximise exposure. Slow movement is one of the more refined weapons in her arsenal. As soon as the stranger, often a waiter, is out of site, she accelerates like a lizard in the sun, devilishly cruel and funny in equal measure. This time round I decided to temper this duality with a professional nanny. So I hired a trusted, former Soviet Block drill sergeant to keep her in check, it has worked a miracle.

Looking back on my trip and all the places we have gone to, I realise now that I did something that is extremely Italian. I displaced myself for the summer and brought almost a whole town with me. However the way we did it was very Lebanese. Where as other more sensible groups would have travelled in a coach with a guide, we all wanted to feel independent and free. However, we all wanted to be together all the time and we all wanted to have whatever the other had. You cannot imagine the scene we caused when we would descend upon a small gas station or invade a local coffee shop, demanding espressos, all at the same time. The dog: water; the granny: a toilet; the aunties: space; the walking sticks (three by the end of the trip): always left behind; the secret smokers: behind a bush; the secret eaters: also behind a bush; the under eaters; the over eaters. We were a moving tornado of functional anarchy. What we lost in organisation and calm we gained in joy and that was worth far more. Did I mention the best part of it all? Out of our army of 26, there was only one person who actually spoke Italian and that was me. I am Lebanese, French, American, English and after this trip I can’t help but feel like I have become a little Italian also."

Mika

Hello girls!

What's the weather in your city? Mine is horrible   next week I'm going on holidays to the