Type Me

I’m reminiscing my first time meeting this cute QWERTY thing. I think it was when I was in 4th grade of elementary school, where I was only eight years old or so. And it wasn’t my family’s inventory. hahahaha.

I think it was my uncle’s property. (don’t ask me the relation to him. I won’t bother to explain) I think he asked my mother to keep it or something.

And, as a 8-year-old innocent little girl, for me it was like having a new toy. Then there began the tippity tappity tippity tappity without even knowing what to type. I don’t remember whether I knew that the thing was supposed to be used to type.
Then……….

I broke it. Hahahaha. So my mother returned the typewriter with the typebars gone up. Hahahahaha.

THen after that my mom took out an old typewriter out of nowhere and put it on her working desk (which she hardly ever used).

At my 6th year of that damn elementary school, I got my first computer. Pentium 2 with second-hand harddisk (but at least it holds many nice songs such as Queen’s songs)

And there began again! Tippity tappity pluck pluck pluck (since I tapped so hard).

Until now, (after I got my new desktop and now a laptop), this qwerty thing is so attached to me.

Well.. It can release my desire to play piano again… Well, because i have to move my fingers, rite? No time to play piano anymore… arrrghh SMU is eating my usual life out! Is it already the time to change or is it.. is it.. is it.. whatever.

I’m out.

tag: typewriter, qwerty, piano, typebar, keyboard, computer, typing

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