I kinda flirt with everything and everyone, no matter if it's a tree or a coffee cup. I can't resist.

During my life I have seen, known, and lost too much to be the prey of vain dread; and, as for the hope of immortality, I am as weary of that as I am of gods and kings. For my own sake only I write this; and herein I differ from all other writers, past and to come.

I wanted to make an unashamed pop record. I became obsessed with Disney soundtracks from the '50s, so I decided to make my own.

So much is man the slave of his heart that he will shut his eyes to what does not please him and believe all that he hopes.

The one thing about me is that I don’t even know where I’ll end up, and I don’t know what I’ll be doing but I know that I’ll never really stop.

My real name is Mica, spelled with a C. My dad is called Michael. He wanted me to be called Michael but my mother said over her dead body. She wasn't into the whole junior thing.

Basically, it is your self-esteem that shapes the choice of your job, female, friends, and how you take care of yourself (health/hygiene/hobby's)!