I see this in many decor magazines. Having had the chance to repack my "warehouse" (fondly termed by an uncle who popped by) of a room, I took out these table lights which I'd ripped off due-to-be-condemned desks in the staffroom at the old Geylang Bahru campus. The triangulation effects of the lighting - not bad eh?

down the dark rabbit hole

where the only streams of light

are the dusty strays

there where no turf grows

many on the quest have wandered away

the contented set up squatters

the few who grope around still

wonder oft the hand they hold

is but a figment of the mind.

I've been there.

Brazil and then again to on the ride of my life in Fast and Furious 5.

Here's my tribute to the colourful Rio de Janeiro and its people (and the film of course!)

the favela - the past

the present

Perhaps this could be the solution to solve Singapore's low fertility and elderly woes :

create sandich-packed separate single and elderly colonies which are just a feather blow away from each other?

her people

While roaming around the more touristy route (and safer), we did come across many sentry police groups. And yes, they were armed.

The Brazillians are as exuberant as their outfits.

The women, in general, are way way above fit for the runway types and LOUD too.

the brilliant artistry

The daily stunts

The thread-hanging suspense-filled moments

the wicked cars

I definitely could use one of these...

and of course - the A-list Team behind the heist

the bad-ass standoff

the spark in the team

Loving it!

That's how I remembered Rio, Brasil and F5 - loud, colourful and exciting!

Okay, in case you were wondering, the pictures are from all over the internet. I'm just too lazy to sort through my fabulous ones to post them here. :)