Ikea

I don't quite like shopping. Not when I'm in regular shopping malls.

Ikea, on the other hand, is not regular. Ikea is not a shopping mall. No, I wasn't there to buy household furnitures (why, technically utensils).

So if you're ever dropping by Ikea anytime soon, you can give this Howie Experience Certified and Quality Place To Be Assurance Package™a test drive (only when you wanna rejoice with your childhood, please I do not assure physical or mental damage to full grown adults having the ego.)

--> You'll first enter Ikea and be overwhelmed with the smell of wood, good smelling wood. Proceed to the entrance of the first furnishing department. Walk through each department and sit on each and every chair, bed, soft toy there is. At the end of section 1 of Ikea, have yourself some feast for your appetite with Swedish Meatballs or Poached Salmon. Proceed to section 2, and start getting curious. Get what you need, and bang on every pot and pan to test its acoustics durability if you're stomping anytime soon. Pay at the cashier and don't get yourself a plastic bag, instead carry your furniture around with the Ikea sticker on it. Get yourself Ice Cream, Curry Puffs and a soft drink. Get your ass back home.