  a sequence i live next to this moderately busy road. but just for (quite thankfully) three days--today being the last, i believe--the entire stretch of road right below my block has a night market.
or night-cum-late-afternoon market if you may. and rows of white singlets, incessantly ringing alarm clocks (if there's proof that these people are patients of IMH, there you go), some merry-go-round thing and the usual stalls selling tapioca cakes, taiwanese sausages & sugared fruit drinks. and guess what: there's nothing more that pisses me off than to have commercial civilisation outside my window waiting with nasty, pointed teeth. goodbye. 
