I’ve always found this fascinating. It’s fun too, once you get used to switching between your left and right brains so you see the girl spinning alternate ways. By default, I usually start off seeing the girl spinning to the right (right brain at work). Then if I read the text below the image, I can see the girl spinning to the left as my focus leaves the image, and my left brain is at work comprehending the text.
Try it. It’s fun!
Instructions: Look at the spinning woman. If she is turning right, the right side of your brain is working. If she is turning left, the left side of your brain is working. If she turns both ways for you, then you have an IQ of 160 or better. <– Don’t know about this last claim. Would be great if it’s true, but I somehow doubt it… 
It was Friday night after a long week at work, and I was bored. A 4-day weekend lay ahead, full of the promise of unhurried mornings and sufficient rest. What better way to start it off by chillin’ at a mall?
Unfortunately, it was raining.
So I headed home.
Because I headed home, my dad opened the gate for me, umbrella in hand, waiting to shade me in. (Rare)
Because I headed home, I encountered my grandma and earned a genuine smile. (Rare)
There’s beauty and love in the boring bits of life. Don’t forget that.
It’s been a long week, and it’s only Tuesday Wednesday*. Here’s a video to perk you up if you’re feeling the blues like I am. Thanks, AJ.
*Every day, I’m confronted with proof that I’m getting older. Today’s little discovery (tag: memory loss):
AJ: Tomorrow got concall at 8.30am.
Me: Eh, no la, that’s on Thurs!
AJ: Tomorrow IS Thursday!
Me: SHIT. You’re not kidding are you?
Loved this film. It’s part of Pete Teo’s 15Malaysia short film project. If you haven’t watched any of the films, please go do so immediately. Malaysia’s got talent, and a bunch of filmmakers with a potent commentary on society and the government.
Dear Paul Tan,
This is Spudley, my new second-hand Swift. I finally bought him a week ago for my 30th birthday after months of kiamsap frugal living (shopping in RM5 shops, RM12 haircuts, awful 3-in-1 coffee) and religiously scouring Motor Trader for a silver Swift (quite rare). On the day that his classified ad appeared, I was elated. It seemed like fate had brought us together, even though the car dealer was based in Klang *grumbles*.
Top: The classified ad. Bottom: Me collecting Spudley at the dealer’s shop
I still remember our first meeting. The dealer was running late and for 40 minutes, I was anxiously scanning all the cars that passed by for signs of a silver Swift. Then suddenly, with quickened pulse and bated breath, I saw one pulling up the driveway. It was my silver Suzuki Swift! My eyes glinted with excitement and I couldn’t stop grinning. To the unassuming passerby, I looked like an idiot on dope.
But the point of this post is that Spudley needs new tyres–specifically, Goodyear Duraplus tyres.
Ah yes. I was coming to that.
Spudley makes me move but his tyres have no groove
As you can see, Spudley’s tyres are very worn. You could almost say they’re naked, which would turn me on in the normal sense of the word, but for Spudley, it means that I have to hit his poor brakes harder and sooner so that I don’t bang into any cow or kambing wondering in the city. Obviously, that isn’t very safe or wise as I don’t have any money left to spend on unnecessary accidents (not that accidents are ever necessary).
With a new loan to service (oh joy), I don’t know when I can cough out the dough to get Spudley a set of new tyres. Like you said in your blog, Malaysian roads are wet and oil-slicked, and while Spudley should technically be safer than my old 1996 Satria, it’s his tyres I’m worried about. That’s why I’m hoping you’ll perhaps agree with me that Spudley would look smashing in a new set of Goodyear Duraplus tyres. Please, Mr Paul Tan, please let Spudley roam the streets of PJ with his Goodyear Duraplus-es.
Spudley and I thank you in advance.
