There's what my mom calls a 'getai' every night around here, a tent looking very much like that of a circus set up just on the grass patch opposite the HDB flats. Every night they relentlessly play celebration music, but the songs differ greatly.
For example, for the last few days it had been senseless drum banging. Earlier on, singing.

Today, though, I heard something different. The drums this time were structured and more mellow, and there were electric guitars. A lot of them. It sounded almost like something from a rock band.

But then after that it was followed up by one of those ladies singing Hokkien tunes in their typical way; voices dripping with honey. Oh well. It was good while it lasted. xD

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There's something else too. The colors. In the sky. You never would get those in New Zealand.

After I took my bath I stared out at the sky. It was musty, dusty, stale, tired. A pathetic excuse for purple, it was more like red blended with black/brown. There was, however, a smidgen of cool, pale navy blended in with the canvas over one of the buildings, suppressing a pale white light underneath. It would be impossible to tell whether the sun was rising or setting if you only had this image to go by.

I was thinking that maybe you didn't get these colors in NZ because the air is purer there, but I prefer this shade all the same.