Mera Joy Aniolga

Quality vs. Quantity

In Event, Family, Personal on April 25, 2011 at 8:29 am

My first and last expensive watch.

When I was 11 years old, I saved up for my first expensive watch. It was a Casio Baby-G which costs at about 5,ooo Php. For my cheapskate and pessimistic mother, it was too expensive and too risky.

Why risky?

I might lose such an expensive watch or I might lose an arm if the “snatcher” decides to chop off my hand along with the watch. But that’s just Medialyn being Medialyn.

After a year or so, my blue Baby-G vanished into thin air. The sad thing about its disappearance is that I don’t know if it was stolen, misplaced or forgotten. My mother was right all along, I will lose it. Had I known it earlier, I would have had my name and address engraved on it or I would have purchased a knock-off. But I was being me, stubborn and so I got what I deserved.

The disappearance of my watch did not bother me one bit except for the money issue. The watch was really nothing to me. It was just a trend, the fad faded and I was not into the watch anymore or shall I say, I was never into watches.

My father would buy watches for me every now and then, same as my mother. My boyfriend used to buy me watches too. But if it were up to me, I would never buy a thing as horrible as a watch. Don’t get me wrong, I was not traumatized by my Baby-G incident, it was just the tip of the iceberg. I have a bigger and better reason to dread watches, clocks, sundials and other means of telling time.

I find watches cute, I buy them or I make my boyfriend buy them for me so I can coordinate them with my outfit. These cheap watches you can buy in different colors and design. Blue watch for blue shirt, pink watch for pink shoes and so on. As these are cheap watches, no one is interested in snatching or stealing them which is good. But they damage easily. Their straps break, their batteries run out, their colors fade.

This is when I realized that I was wearing watches not for the time but for shallow reasons. One is for fashion and other one is for the  ‘status symbol” that it offers. The more expensive your watch is, the higher your social status will be.

Its no wonder they break and disappear easily. Geneva watchmakers say that watches have souls. If what these watchmakers say is true, I must be violating the soul of the watches that I wear.
This is why I decided to stop wearing watches. I am not into them. Just because my Nurse friends have colorful and fashionable watches does not mean I have to jump at the watch-bandwagon too. I am so over the stage where I use watch for fashion.
I am always late anyway. Having a watch on wrist would be like wearing an orange shirt with a P on it after you’ve escaped from prison.

They would say, “Why are you late? You know what time is it, right? But if I don’t have a watch, I have an alibi. Sorry, I don’t have a watch. I was not aware of the time.

For me, time is qualitative. I don’t want to measure in minutes, seconds or hours. You don’t say, “I got married at 3:45 pm.” But rather, “The TIME when I got married was the BEST TIME of my life”. You don’t say, I hate 12:15’s because it is the time my Grandpa died. You say, “I hate TIMES OF GRIEF.”

You forget the time and the date but you don’t forget the feeling. I forgot what time is it that we went to Sagada but I will never forget the time that we spent there. I forgot what time is it that Basti Artadi handed me the autographed album sleeve but I will never forget what I felt that that moment.

Specifics are important, most especially if you are in court or under investigation. I have my unreliable cell phone to tell me the time, the quantitative time for that matter. I have my ever-reliable heart to tell me another kind of time, the qualitative time that is.

I refuse to wear a watch. I don’t wear a watch. I don’t need it in my life, not right now at least. The last thing that I would want to put on my wrist is a time-bomb ticking every second telling me that time is indeed running out.

For now, I am happy to use adjectives instead of numbers when telling, measuring and reminiscing time.


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