A few months ago I blogged about writing with pens and notebooks again through the rediscovery of my grandfather's fountain pen. I have been lurking about the Fountain Pen Network-Philippines' e-group and blog-stalking their members (heehee), and since then, window shopping (and a few successful purchases) for fountain pens and notebooks has been a regular habit when going to the bookstore.
I now look at ballpoints with disdain and scoff at how they would hurt my wrist if I continue to use them, and beam with pride whenever someone needs a pen and I hand over my Lamy cp-1. How do you use this, the borrower asks me, and I feel the golden glow of self-importance in the presence of the lower creature who knows not how to use the exquisite object that is my fountain pen (I'm kidding--but it does feel good to show off.).