Happiness in a Bag

Cravings, when you're pregnant, does not only revolve around food. I've spoken to mothers who crave certain types of strollers or other material things. And when they want something, they want it bad.
Really. Bad.

Myself, I am/was craving for books.
Books.
Books.
And more books.

A trip to a nearby bookstore yesterday left me disappointed that I was almost in tears.
That was a new feeling.
I've never cried (or wanted to cry) because I didn't/couldn't get what I wanted.
The "want" for those books were so intense, it was numbing.

So, Husband being Husband (the wonderful wonderfulness that he is), took me to Kinokuniya (undoubtedly, the best bookstore in Kuala Lumpur) early this Chinese New Year Eve and splurged. Got all the books I wanted and more. The covers of the books are awesome, thanks to H, Unit 1. It's nice to know someone on the inside. :D

Happiness in a bag.

And who says you can't buy happiness?
Well, sort of. :D

Xin Nian Kuai Le.

Anis.