In and out
Miniso traps you into believing that you need the things you didn't know existed. My brother and I, after doing errands at Greenhills, entered a Miniso store near the mall entrance (I don't know which). We went home carrying two coffee cups and saucers and one trash bin that resembles a Starbucks coffee mug. I was set on buying a notepad--it had cream-colored paper ideal for fountain pens--but I remembered I had bought a notebook from Muji three days ago, a store that feels a lot like Miniso but one that has more clothes. The Japanese think of everything.