tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068093708716886736.post9214887235853063953..comments2023-11-02T19:49:01.027+08:00Comments on Navel Gazing: The Superfluousness of WatchesDaefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01857263370693473855noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068093708716886736.post-65945249855543639292007-05-15T11:16:00.000+08:002007-05-15T11:16:00.000+08:00I am sorry I have to diasagree with you on this. :...I am sorry I have to diasagree with you on this. :)<BR/>I had been brought to respect my time and other people's time. Punctuality is a must in the eyes of my grandparents, who brought me up. I think in part, that was necessitated by circumstances. Later in life, I was in a boarding school and everything was, sort of, regimented. Time wise, especially.<BR/>As a result I became, well, for the lack of a better word, obsessed with time and being punctual. <BR/>My first watch, ever, was a small Oris. I don't know where it came from and how much it cost. But it was an Oris. Since then, I had never ever left home without a wrsit watch. It is not an accessory to me. It is not a neccessity too. A wrist watch to me, is an extension of myself. It is like my nose, or my fingers, that kind of thing! Really. I wear a wrist watch all the time and regardless of the occassion. I wear it while at work, reading, writing, jogging or working out at the gym. I even wear a watch when I am sleeping at night. And I look at it often too! I have to know the time at every turn of a phase in my everyday life. When the track change on the CD, I look at the time. When I wake up in the middle of the night, I look at the time. When I stop at the traffic light, I look at the time. When I leave the office, I look at the time. That sort of thing! I am bonkers when it comes to time!<BR/>While I wouldn't claim myself to be a collector, I do have more than 4 watches. I know. I could always look at the lap top, or my mobile or at the small clock on the dashboard to know the time. But firstly, these are not watches! And they are digital, which I, for some unknown and inexplicable reasons, dislike! Call me a nutcase, and I would not disagree! Furthermore, they are almost invariably inaccurate. <BR/>And so, I need my wrist watch. Like I need my nose, or fingers...art harunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06443741710466136283noreply@blogger.com