I have always been interested in books. No, I was not a bookworm, and I am used to the idea of having books around me. When I was a student, I had always wished that the books I had with me to read would be on subjects they won't be asking in exams.
Now that the demand on the kind of material I had to consume by reading had lessened - I tended to take in new journals on my iPad - I thought I would rekindle that interest.
I plan to start collecting books - of the coffee-table kind for the new apartment. I would also have a shelf housing all the books. These would be the kinds full of pictures and covers my passion and interest.
New York, San Francisco, Paris, skyscrapers and old Malay houses in kampungs had always fascinated me. And on top of this all would be the history of Kuala Lumpur, the city I have called my home and where I would be raising my children.
A lot of people always had this idea that Kuala Lumpur was just a concrete jungle. Well, that was true because the people living there let it to. There were plenty to discover about Kuala Lumpur, its rich history and how it had flourished over the years. Unfortunately, these rich history would be eroded with the foreign migrant coming into Malaysia, from which the large majority reside in this beautiful city.
To start off the collection, I bought a nice skyscraper book from KLCC yesterday, to add on a collection of New York photo essay I picked up last week. It's gonna get exciting!!!
