Another Joy

It is amazing just to observe where shopping complexes stand in the life of any person in this day and age.There are so many shops offering such vast arrays of differing goods and services that consumers are often spoilt for choice when deciding what to buy and even what to look at.Yes,not only can one literally shop til he/she drops,there are still so many things to do in a shopping complex from indoor rock-climbing to catching a blockbuster movie that it is not surprising that the modern shopping complex is one of the favourite haunts for the young and hip and even as a place for any family to spend the weekends in to share some light moments together.

Thankfully,I'm currently not in the mood to relate shopping complexes to consumerism in capital letters and then to mega conglomerates earning big loads of capital per annum at the expense of 'coolies' at every niche of the hierarchy except for some whom are quite near the top so there you have it that's enough of a load of crap from me..hopefully :)

Well anyway,I managed to stumble upon some kinda fair selling used books in Leisure Mall during one of my first few days back in Kuala Lumpur.A fair selling used books=old books!!

Man I like scouring for nice books.I didn't know when I start having such a passion for books,though I occasionally read some books every now and then.But yeah since small my mother used to take my brother and me to the local library in order to borrow some books to read so I guess that played a large role in incalculating the reading habit in both of us.My parents used to say that it is important to read.And man we sure get to read since we had eight library cards entitling us to borrow eight books at one go! (back then electronics are not embedded into cards hence the need for more than one)

It is a very funny feeling but overall it is nice when I searched through the books.It is like when one is in a garage sale,and there are so many unique used possesions of various sizes and functions.Just to name a few of the things one might see in a garage sale,more often than not there will be little trinkets with fancy colours,table lamp stands with layers of dust covering the light bulbs,while other more notable items might have certain curious appendatures hanging loose at one part or the other due to years of use.Some items might even look brand new,lying untouched for years in the attic just to be discovered in time for a garage sale.The thing is,you never know what you will find unless you keep searching.

The thing I like most about these used books sales is that there is a possibility of finding old titles at a very much lower price than the current overwhelmingly overpriced reprints if ever there are any reprints at all.Though I am very much deprived when it comes to making any sense when I try to describe anything,I really feel like saying that as in all things that are priceless,words become immortal too from the moment it is first formed in the idea of a writer and then,with deft strokes of his/her main hand,ink is minutely discharged from the tip of the pen,eventually forming words and suddenly,whole sentences are materialized,filling page to page,and the process is complete when the magician finally ends it with a fin,or anything of the same sort.Isn't it amazing to think about all that finally being contained into each and every book?

Well,I'm getting sleepy.This post is kinda incomplete :/ Til next time.