wish list. starts now.

I hate mice.
I was ten years old I think when on one lazy school day rainy morning.. I was waiting for either my mom or my sister to get ready and I was half awake.. sitting on the study table. Half asleep, half awake.
When suddenly, my sister screamed on top of her lungs-- startled me and I asked her why?
with one finger pointing towards MY direction, she said: TIKUSSSS!! (which is Malay for a RATTTT!)
This moment. I will remember forever. I almost died.
...and then, one second later: my sister said: APRIL FOOLS!
aha. charming. indeed. Merci beaucoup.

and from THAT moment on: I hate mice even more.
always have. always will.

But, somehow..
ever since I marry the sweetest man on this planet, he tends to shower me with mouse-y terms of endearment.
According to him, Germans do these.
To them; a mouse is a cute animal. cheeky. and adorable.
AHA.
I dont always agree to THAT. But THIS is an exception.
or maybe.. THIS is the reason.  (;
hehe
So, this is my way of adapting to the whole different culture thing.
As proof, I will wear these Marc Jacobs mouse flat shoes.
How bout that? :D