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Inspired by this post, I managed to persuade my dad to take me to Binondo while my mom was having her glasses made so I could check out the rare Pilot pens which my friend @writergirl confirmed were being sold there (thanks, Nox!). :D This pen immediately caught my eye, seeing as it was the exact same model the owner of the first linked blog had managed to purchase. :D After haggling for a discount (which took 60 bucks off the pen’s original price, partly due to an error on the saleslady’s part) I had the pen wrapped, along with a Pilot Birdie fountain pen which I currently use to practice cursive (and have very much fallen in love with). :) I am now the happiest I have ever been in my entire pen-collecting history (which, in the span of half a year, has given birth to three Parker IM’s —one of which remains nowhere to be seen, and has possibly been mistakenly given away to charity upon having been left in my locker past the deadline of item retrieval — a Pilot Acroball, three Parker Jotters, one discontinued Parker pen of unidentifiable model, three G2ex’s — of which one has been given to my mom in an subliminal effort to soften her on my splurging on pens — two Zebra Sarasas from Singapore, one Tapliclip, a nonfunctional Zebra Surari, and a Pilot B2P, among several other pens of lesser value).
This kid is truly a stationery freak — no wonder I tend to appreciate trips to the bookstore more than any other place, especially if I’m headed for the mall anyway.
My mom gave it to me around 2001, when I was seven years old. Back then I didn’t understand its value, so I had it stored away after it ran out of ink. I believe my dad told me then that there were refills available, but for some reason he didn’t buy me any so I probably assumed he was fine with me tossing the pen, and besides I wasn’t too keen on its design anyway as I preferred My-Gels above any kind of pen (and back then cost didn’t matter to me, it just so happened that My-Gels were cheap and sold for only around 19.75, not far from how much they presently fetch)
Only recently had I discovered it below piles and piles of unused school and office supplies stashed away in a cabinet at home (or rather, my dad found it for me). I very much remember him saying, “Hey look, a Parker — aren’t you fond of these?” and my face instantly lit up; all I wanted to do at the time was mouth, OMG, how did you know? In the first place, I had never shown him any of my Parkers, though I’d been obsessing over them since a friend gave me one for Christmas in 2009 thus leading me to take notice of the preexisting family collection and wish I had pens of my own, preferrably newer models. Come 2010 I had sufficient funds in my ATM to begin buying some of my own. So far, I have purchased three of the Parker IM and Jewel type, though I have no idea as to where my metallic red one had gone to after I’d hidden it in my locker at school and supposedly taken it home during our last official week of school as my graduation gift for myself.
Here are various close-up views of my “newest” Parker:
Oh, isn’t she a beauty? You don’t see Parker pens of this type being sold anymore in the stores.
It has text engravings on the side of a certain event sponsored by my mom’s office, this being a souvenir handed to participants.
See, it’s a genuine! :D
Since this was such an adorable find, it just had to be blogged about. <3