Most of the times, having the eyes of human - instead that of a cat or dog - is really, really cool. I'm talking about the one advantage our eyes have over other animal's - The ablity to percieve multiple types and shades of colour.
True, chickens and fishes have been proved to be able to recognised certain colours, but has any animal been proven to be ablle to see the world we do? To see a myriad of colours, to appreciate its beauty? Assuredly, canines couldn't, and neither could felines. They sacrificed that in order to obtain night vision or other adaptations to their other senses.
Yet, for me, I definitely could not trade my eyes for any other pair, beast or human. Even if they're already 1000 degrees near-sighted, with a couple hundreds in astigmatism. Oops...... Still, I guess these eyes are my own, and therefore are mine, since they let ohthers see into my soul the way other eyes couldn't. Also, I think my near-sightedness could be something to be proud of. I mean, have you ever known somebody who reached such a level of eyesight impair? Among my own friends, only one rivals mine.
Alright, enough about my eyes. Let's talk about those that belong to the citizens of the Animalia kingdom. Alright, sorry for the cats and dogs out there - no pun intended when I said you guys can't see in colour. That's because I did admire some features of your eyes - like the way they could percieve darkness that mine couldn't, not to mention the way they glow in the dark, reflecting the minimal light available. If I had that, maybe I could scare robbers off in the dead of the night. Right, wishing wistfully while moving on......
Hey, what 'bout yours? Yep, your eyes that you're using to read this post? Mind leave a comment and describe your eyes to me?
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Rolling Instead of Walking
"Wanna roll?"
"Yeah."
"Then let's grab the skates."
This is the catch phrase for my pals when we met each other at the newest mall in town (okay, it's already been opened fo some months now) as an aproximately 50-square-metre skating ring opens up for business. Should you answer "No" to the first query, you get shunned way out of the clique.
What else could I do but to agree?
Luckily, my pals were decent enough not to laugh on my face when I told them it was a first for me. So, we paid for the ticket, changed our footwear, and started.
Turns out, I'm having three blisters the size of my thumb after one hour in the ring and about ten falls. Still, I think I get why the guys visited here every time they strolled over (other than to just pass the time, of course).
It takes practice, but after you got the hang of it, it feels awesome - the wind on your face even though the surrounding air wasn't moving, the way you zipped along mostly on one foot, looking as if you'll fall at the slightest provocation, but keeping your stance in perfect balance, the looks of awe on the faces of newbies as you rushed past them, you body inches from theirs... I can already imagine the scene, adrenaline pumping through my veins even when I'm not moving.
Even if my foot was aching murderously after the event (I came off last during an illegal race with my buddies) , I'd still jump on the chance to do it again after I'm healed. Though what may happen during, and after, the time remains unknown......
"Yeah."
"Then let's grab the skates."
This is the catch phrase for my pals when we met each other at the newest mall in town (okay, it's already been opened fo some months now) as an aproximately 50-square-metre skating ring opens up for business. Should you answer "No" to the first query, you get shunned way out of the clique.
What else could I do but to agree?
Luckily, my pals were decent enough not to laugh on my face when I told them it was a first for me. So, we paid for the ticket, changed our footwear, and started.
Turns out, I'm having three blisters the size of my thumb after one hour in the ring and about ten falls. Still, I think I get why the guys visited here every time they strolled over (other than to just pass the time, of course).
It takes practice, but after you got the hang of it, it feels awesome - the wind on your face even though the surrounding air wasn't moving, the way you zipped along mostly on one foot, looking as if you'll fall at the slightest provocation, but keeping your stance in perfect balance, the looks of awe on the faces of newbies as you rushed past them, you body inches from theirs... I can already imagine the scene, adrenaline pumping through my veins even when I'm not moving.
Even if my foot was aching murderously after the event (I came off last during an illegal race with my buddies) , I'd still jump on the chance to do it again after I'm healed. Though what may happen during, and after, the time remains unknown......
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