It was the secret bracelet of the silent fraternity.
The golf fraternity.
Admittedly, I got caught up with the trend back then where it was acknowledged that any golfer would be spotting one of these.
The trend may have faded in to oblivion as the years go by but this little thing has been with me all the way until yesterday.
As you can see, the knobs have corroded to the extent that it is starting to scratch me. Actually come to think of it, the scratching has been going on for a couple of years but I ignored it coz it wasn't painful.
Just annoyingly scratchy.
Given the hot summer heat right now in the Da Hu, I was, throughout the day, constantly laminated by a film of perspiration.
Must have been something in the sweat reacting with the metals in the knob that it was leaving streaks of green oxide (Fe2? Ni? Cu?) on my arm as it slides up and down throughout the day.
Well, I guess it's time to call curtains on the bracelet that has accompanied me all these days.
Thank you and good bye.
*chucks into trash bin*
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