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Paper and Pen Fetish

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Well, it doesn't seem that I really good at blogging. I have started so many blogs: four of them are already published and the two others are secretly known. I wrote so many articles, short stories, or any kind of writing on 'em, but they have fallen by the wayside. Maybe it's because of my paper and pen fetish.

I find that it is easier to put my thoughts down on paper with a pen or more with many colorful doodle on 'em. When I was a kid, or teenager (wait, it doesn't mean that I'm old now, you can consider me as a young lady instead) I wrote my heaps, and kept my diaries was a kind of ritual for me. I couldn't sleep unless I had written on my diaries.

Believe me or not from now on I have three or four!!

I am totally happy with paper and pen. I love the smell and feel of em, the sight of me buying a new book--which I probably don’t need--is akin to someone choosing good fruit. I hold them, stroke them, smell them, weigh them in my hand. I can't pass a row of notepads or stationary without stopping to look! I wonder if there is a proper term for this than fetish.

I do always love paper, notepads, diaries, sketch paper, or anything I can write or doodle my thoughts in. I have been making diaries since I was able to write, that's why my friends say that my handwriting is so well arranged and beautiful.

Once upon a time my boyfriend and I were doing shopping on a bookstore, He insisted to buy a sketch book, then I was lolling hear it, knowing that the tradition of handwriting was long left by him. Also I wondered he is still able doing handwriting realized that a keyboard had changed a pen on his hand and monitor of computer or laptop had successfully replaced papers or book and the sketching doodle was substituted by HTML codes.
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