Descriptive Essay About Sinulog Festival

"Yes."

"No."

"You mean yes?"

"Nope."

"Hell yeah."

"No way."

"You know I won't stop till you say yes, don't you?"

Abruptly stopping mid-track, I impatiently whirl around to face Cathy. She screeches to a halt two steps behind, her perky brown eyes widening a fraction when she sees my dead serious face. She takes a step back and blinks once.

"I'm not playing hard-to-get, okay? I. Am. Not. Going. End of discussion." I try to keep my voice down although it takes everything in me not to scream and tug my hair in frustration. She has been pushing my patience unrelentingly for the past three days, and guess what? I'm on the edge.

Regaining her composure, Cathy rolls her eyes skyward as she flicks a loose strand of chestnut hair above her

I bounce down the stairs, not bothering to see if she's following.

The Sinulog Festival. It's the talk of the city since December last year. It's one of the grandest, most distinguished and most colorful festivals in the Philippines. Its main highlight is the grand street parade which lasts for 9 to 12 hours (practically the entire day) with participants—coming from the different towns and cities across the country—dressed in bright coloured costumes, dancing gracefully to the rhythm of trumpets, drums, and native gongs.

The annual celebration is held on the third Sunday of January to honor the patron saint of the whole province. That is the true essence of the

"I know right."

"Jay, are you still not coming with us?" Jason wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at me, looking a lot like the bad boy he's known for. I shake my head for the bazillion time this year. "Come on, party-popper. It's going to be fun."

Depends on what your idea of fun is.

Just then, I see a hand pull the only empty chair on our table, and a guy with black-rimmed glasses sits next to Jason.

Jude.

I mentally gawk at him.

His midnight-dark hair is unkempt and a bit longer than the last time I saw him. He looks weather-beaten, his face after-shaved clean. His coal-black eyes are tantalizing now more than ever with glasses on. He's so beautiful it hurts to even look at him.

"Whoah, bro. What happened to your eyes?" Queenie wants to know.

He pushes the glasses up the bridge of his nose and shrugs, glancing around us with that same bored expression. "What did I miss?"

Hannah clicks her tongue twice and draws in a huge breath. "A few quizzes in Physical Pharm—"

"No, not what but who." A very polite Jason cuts her off. "Did you miss Julia as much as she missed you?"