Archive for August, 2009

As of this very moment. I’m writing this note using my cheap $9 pen, Hongkong made, probably fake, fountain pen that I get from Pasar Baru

 The overal body is rather heavy, probably twice as heavy as  my other pen “Parker”, and the nib is beautifully ornamented with an arch of golden line.

 Looking at the combination of build and price, it is almost certain that this pen is of the less credible breeding,

 Yet, strangely enough, I found that this pen helps me writing with more ease compared to my Parker.

 There were some subtle differences of course, one that immediately caught my attention as a beginner fountain pen user.

 First the smoothness of its movement as the ink flowed smoothly through the tip to the paper, there is  undeniable sense of smoothness. Little effort made to ensure that every stroke is remain consistent,

 Secondly, the weight. As I carefully stroking the pen, I realized  that the extra weight as compared to the lighter Parker helps stabilize my movement.

 Thirdly, the amount of ink that run through the vein of the pen. Overflowed, I found that using this pen one must very consistent with the cursive, since the movement of the tip up from the surface and down the surface will definitely create an unequal mark of intensity that leaves your letters to have different shade of color.

 I have not encountered such character with my Parker

 I guess, depending on your writing style, this can either be advantages or disadvantages

 On thing for certain though, the way the pen maintain its consistency is more assuming than the Parker.

 If someone ask me, which one that I like most, as of now, I cant answered it. Both are equally new to me, It will takes perhaps months to find the real difference and equally decide which one is the best for me.

It’s mind bogling. The fact that I can’t write in straight lines, but still insist to acquired $26 worth of plain note for my new hobby.

If I can think any particular reasons is this, I found that writing on an open space such as this plain note is liberating at the very least and utterly satisfying.

Whilst I still occasionally checked my line, I realized that the lack of confinement in my media, means also lack of limitation on my mind, my factory of words.

And as I will ultimately forced my self to learn to write straight, my penmanship will also improves. It may not be an instant think, it may take months, probably even years.

One think that I know for certain is this, if I wait, the idea that currently bristling around my head may not stays long.

Today is the second day I owned this book, and I have spend the the first 12 pages , in just several days.

The day is still young, and as I slowly open my eyes I can feel the stream of light passing through my eye lid, forcing my sense to react adjusting my nerves and its sensors to the changes.

Today is Sunday. Through the window of my high rise apartment. I can hear the day lived in the run. The low sound of auto engine, and occasional voices of people, and light chirp of a small bird resting at the edge of my apartment.

I laid down in my bed cosily enclosed in the soft goose feathered quilt, warn and protecting. The room air conditioner brimming slowly, humming the small cracked sound that sounds all to familiar.

 As as I affectionately hug the double bolsters that lie beside me. I found the enormous comfort, the feeling of total idyllic and laziness, as if there are no Monday nor other working days.

Today is Sunday, and I’m feeling good.

1. A Moleskine notebook $26
2. A Parker fountain pen $9
3. A glass of cold Greensands with four cubes of ice $0.3
4. Dim yellow light from the $30 worth of corner lamp bought from Pasar Kenari
5. Pringles – Sour Cream & Onion from Hero $1.5
6. Super full stomach, filled with Spicy Tomato Fettucini Aglio Olio – Home $priceless
7. Seven, no less worth of lovely hours spend with by beloved baby

I’d love to write, ever since I wrote my first short story around a decade a go. I found that writing, creative writing that is, release the pressure, relaxing, like a valve in a pipe, liberating

It gave me space to contemplate, the life, the path, the pattern that randomly, or perhaps the not so random pattern captured by my eyes.

There was a time, off course when I felt fed up with my writing routine. People like to call it a writer block, and I have encountered it rather quite often since 5 years ago. In my pc, in my laptop, on front of any screen that I used.

About a year ago, I watch a movie called “Flashback of a Fool”, geniously played by Daniel Craig. At the very last scene of the movie, one particular scene where Daniel’s character wrote a note on a small sheet of paper, with a very beautiful and classic cursive, scratched using fountain pen. Not so much different with what I’m writing now.

It was defining moment, the point of return, I found that even simple sentence that was produced was of an absolute perfection. Simple, classic, ordinary, yet meaningful.

It was the time when I realised that I feel in love with the unique beauty of the penmanship.

And that was the starting point to my new passion, collecting classic fountain pen and write stories, any stories that will means something, no matter how small it is going to be for this world.