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Last night Poker Faced singer Lady GaGa picked Mika up

I never thought I would bitch over some celebrity, but apparently I'm doing it right now.

Today I read some annoying news at the blogosphere. Lady Gaga was spotted hanging out with Mika !! Gosh.. Can't he find somebody much cooler than Lady Gaga?

I really can't put my finger on it, but it's just feels wrong. Maybe not personally, bcs obviously I didn't know both of them. But musically.

I think Gaga should just hanging out with Paris Hilton and the likes of her. Or with some other blonde glamorous singer. Or with some rock band guy for all I care.

But not Mika.

Mika hanging out with Gaga, it feels like the Little Prince is hanging out with Bart Simpson. It sticks out like a sore thumb.

It's just not right.

You see, the Little Prince should hang out with ... Mm.. Charlie? (from Roald Dahl's Charlie & the Willy Wonka Choc Factory), or Huckleberry Finn? And Bart should just hang out with Ren n Stimpy.

Just my 2cents. :P *love you Mika!!!* *blows kisses*

:D

But I do wonder about that little plastic green pouch he's carrying.. What's in there?

Since I woke up this morning, the news of Michael Jackson's death has been blaring from every media I tune in to. And it's the major topic of every conversation I made with people today. And then I heard about Farah Fawcett's death too.

I don't really feel sad at first, because I don't really liked both. But after being bombarded by the news all day, and people saying how sad they are, and how they have lost their life-long idol and a music genius and stuff like that, I kind of getting carried away and feel a bit sad also.

Or maybe it's because of my PMS. :P

I met Surya Paloh today. He's checking out my design in a hair salon, on his gym session break, for a mere minute, shook my hand, tell me it's great, and walked away. Just like that.

After hours of preparations, several commuting routes from the supplier, an hour plus of waiting, and heaps of documents to carry along. Not that I'm complaining, but it's just.. Too much.

Anyway, it's the first time I talked to a celebrity. Not just the usual your everyday infotainment celebrities, but someone of high power and wealth. But then, he's still rank pretty low amongst other rich Indonesians.

Which got me thinking.. Me, who never gets anxious into being at proximity with someone famous, finally gets anxious! :)) So I'm not entirely immune to celebrity-dom after all...

No, the title isn't some figure of speech. The title clearly telling you that I am dreaming about Soeharto, last night. It's a weird dream, and I woke up instantly, because of the heat and the mosquito bites, of course.

After all it's not a bad dream, definitely not a nightmare, just a weird dream. Why would on earth I dreamt of Soeharto? I could've just dreamt of my late Grandmother, it's far better, and I miss her too.

In my dream, I was his grand daughter. He's sitting on a bench wearing black shirt, and I asked him how is he doing? He looked healthy and younger than he is now, and he told me he's fine. That's all I can remember. But maybe that's all. No more, no less.

Anyway, I looked up at dreamdoctor, and I checked on the dictionary under C, for Celebrity. Yep, Soeharto is a celebrity of his kind, whatever that is. And it said that it's a sign, that I'm going to be elevated into a celebrity level. Or a higher level than I am now. Woww.. I never even thought of it.. It sounds like a good idea though. Let's just hope so, and also hope for the best, that this is going to be a good sign for my new Singapore adventure.. :-D