May
4
Pencil
A pencil. Discovered this when I was digging through my tray for something. Haven’t used one in a long long time. Since primary school in fact! I changed into mechanical pencil the moment I had a chance.. Argh, all the memories. The pencil reminds me of a series of pretty illogical experiences I had.
The pencil is a wonderful tool which I started off doodled on scraps, newspaper or any surface I can find. Not all surfaces though, can’t risk the cane being raised up high in the air. Then I moved onto paper, drew rubbish that had no form or shape. I had the freedom to do whatever I want =P Shade, few strokes here and there. Drawing grass. heh.
When I moved to primary school, the teacher was like a crazy fangirl addict of “HB” grade pencil and her own pencil antics. We all know for the fact that HB grade pencils are pretty light. For lightweight writers like me, writing with a HB grade pencil is just tiring to get it dark enough to be visible. Oh, she breaks pencils of other grades in front of you.
Here comes the fun part, they must be sharpened to uber sharp like a needle. We had to use those manual blade sharpeners. So, we sharpened and sharpened till it broke. Or from a full length one to a 4cm short one with only one use. Hey come on, my dexterity at that time was a disaster. Those windmill looking sharpeners are a big “NONO”. Mechanical pencils are forbiddened. And finally, we have needle-like pencil! Broke the lead with the first stroke. Back to sharpening.
If that was how I knew the feeling of my first “WTF” , that whole year with her would fit so right…. Annalism vs discipline vs downright dictatorship suppression.
The fangirl’s fetish gave me the creeps.
Now, I type. Horrible handwriting. period.
