NOTTING HEAR

WHAT?

SORRY, YOU HAVE TO SPEAK LOUDER. I WENT TO THE NOTTING HILL CARNIVAL RIGHT AFTER MY WEEKEND DUTY, AND I STILL CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING.

WHAT?

DID YOU SAY "YOU WANT TO REGISTER FOR O.A.V." OR "YOU WANT TO DIRTY GROOVE WITH ME?"

WHAT?

(no, seriously, I want to be an absentee. . .)

YOU WANT TO SEE A DANCE PARTY? THERE WAS ONE ON EVERY CORNER. IT MADE IT REALLY HARD TO MOVE AROUND BECAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY PEOPLE, AND IT WAS SO AWKWARD WATCHING THE OLD AND THE DORKY TRYING TO WALK THROUGH THE HORDES OF THE YOUNG AND THE JIGGY.

(if you could just show me how to register to vote...)

HOW WERE ALL THE FLOATS? SIMPLER THAN I THOUGHT, BUT STILL LOTS OF FUN. THEY BASICALLY WERE JUST FLATBED TRUCKS LOADED WITH BIG-ASS SOUND SYSTEMS, WITH A TRAIL OF ELABORATELY COSTUMED DANCERS RIGHT BEHIND THEM. NOT UNLIKE BABAYLAN DURING LANTERN PARADE.

(should I just go to your website's F.A.Q...)

ONSITE CHICKEN BARBECUE? WHY, YES! FROM PINOY COOKS AND PRIESTS, NO LESS! GLAD YOU ASKED!

(this is important! what if a seafarer...)

WALDORF AND STATLER YELLING OUT OF A WINDOW WAS HILARIOUS, I AGREE.

(is. . .is that mud?)

Yes.

(bahala ka, may araw ka rin)

FAT LADY SINGS? BUT THAT WOULD MEAN IT'S ALL OVER. OH, WELL. IT WAS NICE TALKING TO YOU.

DON'T FORGET TO VOTE!