Monday, 25 May 2015

First love that lasted 3 years

Perhaps I was a natural left hander at birth, I put the watch on my right wrist the first few times I wore it. It was (and probably still is to some) an Asian culture that we must write and eat with our right hand; I was being forced to wear the watch on my left wrist. It was uneasy for me initially, but I got used to it after a while, and my relationship with the mickey mouse watch lasted for 3 years.


It wasn't because I fell out of love with it after the "pain" I was put through wearing it, nor have I forgotten the love of my father sent ticking in it. I loved it dearly for a good 3 years, wearing it as often as I can, until it stopped moving. As a 7 year old, I didn't know a mechanical manual winding piece, without a slip mechanism protecting the main spring would actually be damaged by winding beyond full tension. As a 7 year old, I wouldn't have guessed the difference between dust proof, waterproof and water resistance too. There isn't internet nor Google back then! My heart sunk when its heartbeat stopped, no matter how hard I tried defibrillating it with my eager thumb and index finger twists, the ticking sound never did revive. Seeing no signs of recovery, I ran to my father who later certified its passing. I can see the sadness in his eyes, not because of the lost of a physical item that he spent a fortune on, but the tear he witnessed welling in the eyes of his beloved son...

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