I have to go to that store and be at that particular shelves that creatively displays and sells those precious things… one by one I’ll browse the different items made with variety of materials, there’s a sweet and innocent smile on my lips and with much care and anticipation I’ll open it, feel it and when I found just what I needed (even without any plans on using it for the next three months or so – but I just knew I have to get it)… and so it goes with me at the counter.
What are the criteria in choosing my favorite thing? (1) The leaves has to be thick for endurance so it could stand time that passes by, (2) the texture should have just enough smoothness – not too silky yet not that rough because I don’t want the pen to have an issue with it at the time I’ll use it, (3) the size basically depends on my mood whether I’d be carrying it in my tote bag or it’ll sit on my table waiting for me at the beginning or end of the day, (4) the design will have to go with the purpose, whether for personal, leisure, or business, and most importantly on what inspiration will it bring, and finally (5) if notebook has a voice it talks to me or a soul it creeps into my being whispering not literally though but my gut feeling commands me to do: “Take that precious notebook home.”
I love notebooks, big or small, expensive or cheap, personally bought or a gift, with metal, plastic or board cover – I love them and I’ve carefully chosen them to be part of my life. I wouldn’t even mind building honorary statue for the inventor. I don’t want to exaggerate, I don’t own boxes of notebooks but for sure I barely leave home without carrying one with me wherever I go. For me, buying it is the most inexpensive habit of mine because it gives me a deeper pleasure for realizing my true passion and that is writing my thoughts, narrating the events of my life, and just honestly letting out my heart’s desires.
My notebooks are my comfort possession because it serves as my partner in writing, like choosing a person to possibly become my friend, there are times that I pick a totally wrong note so it’ll end up to somebody else, or like a true gem I have a note that waited for me for seven years before having to write something on it, that particular notebook is a product of merit and my mom told me that she’ll give that to me as soon as I get into college, she kept it in her closet and every time I miss it, I take a look at it, touch it and return to where it is stored because I know that beautiful pink notebook is especially reserved for me, when the time came that I could finally write on it, the pages where not that sparkling as it was years ago and yet there is still no regrets I knew it inspire me that some things are meant to stay unwritten and uncluttered.
When I was 14, I started making fictional stories, too short to become a novel and too long to become a short story so it’s called Sorren’s very own pocketbooks/romance novels/suspense novels. Yes, without a personal computer I’ve written every single words and it took me in a different world and like a magic I can be in anywhere I want to go and created characters like I really knew them. But the pleasure of just writing doesn’t stop there because my female classmates even girls from other classes borrowed every story, gave feedback, reserved the next story to come out – it’s like my own best-seller moments without any price but having a true feedback that they’ve loved it. I wrote several stories until 16 and my earliest achievement that I could say is that I inspired other girls in my batch that we could be our very own publisher/writer with the help of our gifts of talent, inspiration, imagination, our effort and time to write in our carefully chosen notebook.
Another notebook of mine was created to become my journal of my daily happenings. It recorded vivid events of my life that I felt like I am back at that particular time, breathing the same air, and having that the same heartbeat. It is amazing! There is nothing like it jotting down your thoughts and going through them once again like they were written yesterday or it even felt like you are reading something that is freshly written.
My favorite page-to-page notebook is from Sterling, spring less note and I’ve padded it with red. It contained impromptu poetries with titles that speak my mind but since I don’t want to just plainly write it down and I wanted to lessen the pain in each entries or I wanted to really feel the exhilarating happiness that’s why I put them in poetry that only me and my note will understand.
Some people may not have the same connection with their notebooks the way I have. I am not Imelda Marcos who collected so many shoes or as shopaholic as Becky Bloomwood in Sophie Kinsella’s novel… I am a person with peculiarities with notes and much more desire to share my ideas to the world.
In the future, no one will ever know what happened today, so I give extra effort that every page of my notebooks I own today are surely filled with true stories, beautiful dreams, and even fictions that really have sense; and that one day, if somebody will find them, I hope that they will be amazed, informed, and inspired.