While doing some spring cleaning and filing at my desk, I found the fountain pen I bought close to 2 years ago. It's pink in color, made of plastic and I bought it for numerous reasons. Firstly, because I found it very cute and girlish (it reminds me of my childhood and a friend who goes bonkers each time she sees anything in pink). Secondly, because it's cheap but branded - worth wasting the money for LOL (coz I've lost several expensive fountain pens - thanks to Mr. Hubby). Thirdly, writing with fountain pen makes my writing appears beautiful, classical and very European! Vane! Yes, I am vane :P
And so I placed the ink cartridge in (so modern, unlike those pens I used to have which ink had to be sucked in with a pinch at the ink tube). I began to write to test the quality of this fountain pen I bought two years ago. It doesn't appear to be as I expected. However, it's enough to serve as a pleasant reminder of my late father and Aki.
The whole family writes / wrote in cursive writing with fountain pens that each of us proudly owned. Unfortunately, I cannot write to my sons in English like my father used to correspond with us. They are just kampung boys that attend rural primary school.
However, I just hold on to what my father used to say ... "It's the spice of life..." :)
Love you Ayah...
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