Mika and Ariana Grande will be the musical guests on Dancing with the Stars on Monday, October 21, 2013, on ABC-TV in the US. Show airs at 8 p.m. Eastern time.
Hey Mikaholics! As you can see we have a brand new look for the site. All thanks to the amazing Sara of Grey Street Design who really made beautiful layouts for the main site and the gallery.
We hope that you will enjoy the new MF.net and all the changes and improvements we’ll make over the coming months. Onwards and upwards!
The Swatch chase through web and time
Swatch net.hunt is on! Accept the challenge and get ready to embark on a once-in-a-lifetime journey! Form an international team, follow us into the depths of the World Wide Web, race against time and discover the latest watch to collect: the Swatch designed by Mika!
Rush through the Web and meet your team and Mika in London!
Swatch net.hunt won’t be easy, but it will be a marathon of excitement – and its rewards make the chasing and unriddling of the codes even more intense! While diving into ten adrenaline-drenched days of high-paced puzzles, you’ll not only discover the new Swatch designed by Mika – you can also win the opportunity to enjoy another amazing event after the official part of net.hunt is over.
The fastest team will have the chance to celebrate together with an unforgettable prize: the three teammates win a three-day trip to London, where they will attend a unique Swatch event, enjoy the complete Swatch experience and get to meet Mika! What’s more, their efforts are rewarded with the new Swatch watch designed by Mika and a net.hunt T-shirt.
Will you and your team be fast enough to be the first net.hunters to solve the Web’s ten most intense puzzles over the Web’s ten most thrilling days? Can you outwit your opponents chasing you and the codes? Are you prepared to rush through the Web and beat time?
Think you can handle it? Then become part of our Swatch Club community. Hunt the next special watch, find new friends around the world and experience the fun, passion and lifestyle that make Swatch what it is.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Time is ticking away – don’t miss a beat!
Find out more at Swatch net.hunt!
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.