A favorite author and blogger’s mention of cheap fountain pens available at National Bookstore made me look instantaneously to my newly bought journal and want one. Hadn’t it been midnight, I would’ve gotten up and gone to the nearest shopping mall to buy myself one. That’s me with another obsessive-compulsiveness attack. Yes, it is self-diagnosed like the case in most of us. The disorder’s no longer seen as dreadful these days but rather normal among young professionals at least in a shallow sense. And so this afternoon I went out to accomplish what I planned the night before, buy myself a fountain pen.
My new journal has a loop in its spine to hold a pen. Currently, I’m using a 0.2 technical pen but the barrel’s too thick to fit in. Yes, the perfect excuse to buy yourself a costly fountain pen. So I went out in my Sunday’s worst to go to the nearest mall, a Robinson’s, to buy one. I kept my thick hair unkempt. My apartment is just a stone’s throw away to bother styling. Also, I was wearing my worn out shorts, an old shirt, and equally disheveled pair of flip-flops. Living somewhere near is a valid explanation if somebody’s going to insist the unwritten dress code inside a shopping mall in any way.
Unfortunately, there’s no National Bookstore branch at Robinson’s. Well, there used to be one until the mall’s patrons moved their whereabouts in another newer mall nearby. I had to settle with Office Warehouse that endorses Schneider pens. I found the quality of the ink and writing point of Schneider pens good, maybe excellent, but unfortunately they come with thick barrels. Not satisfied, I decided to check out the pens in the other mall, an SM by the way.
i. am. mark. 