IKEA, WE-KEA

So here's the continuation of my short KL trip.

After breakfast, my Pak Teh brought us to our hotel which was booked earlier by Tok Bah. My Pak Teh claimed that the char keow teow breakfast we had earlier wasn't filling enough, so he took advantage of the free breakfast buffet. Pffft, alasan untuk menyental, so Momma and I went up to our room, where I lanyak the bed puas-puas and had a fun bath in the tub.

The idea was to get me to nap so that I get my rest before we go out anywhere, but hah, fat chance! It was my Pak Teh and Momma who got their shut-eyes while I layan some cartoons on tv.

As predicted, as soon as I got into the car, I konked out and remained unconcious until much much later, I found myself in this huge beautiful house that had many many little living rooms, and little litle bedrooms. I opened my eyes and I was in this gorgeous super soft mattress with colourful beddings with a huffing and puffing Momma beside me.

Turned out to be, I was in the famous Ikea! and Momma has been carrying me around in various sleeping position until her arms couldn't tahan anymore. Hehe, sorry Momma! If only Pak Teh told you earlier that you CAN put me on the beds that was on display, maybe I didn't give you such a hard time, eh?

So there we were in the much talked about home furnishing haven, a visit we suspected was wickedly planned by Pak Teh to ensnarle us into this homogenic marvel of this globalized Swedish brand. No jakun Penangite should come to KL and not stop by this Disneyland for adults who think they have a taste in design.

Momma wasn't prepared to buy anything actually (well, maybe some windows!) coz she didn't even grab any trolleys or those ingenious creation called the recyclable yellow bags, but she gave in anyway and picked some practical stuff. She was in a good mood enough to sponsor Pak Teh a table top to replace his old bent one.

And oh, the culture shock we had when we got hungry. Pak Teh said we can eat first and continue our shopping later!

This was supposed to be my menu - the 3 ringgit kiddy meal spaghetti.

You think I'd let them go away with that? I insisted on walloping their meal instead, the far-famed Swedish meatballs!

Too bad the playland was full when we got there. I watched in envy as the kids inside formed a conga line and danced to the tune and led by an aunty who shook her booty as if she watched too much 'Dancing with the Stars'.

Good thing we had the one ringgit ice-cream!

So here I am proud to own these kiddy tableware, just like millions of other households around the world.



Gives you a reason to have a party, no?