I know a lot of Pinoys like singing. Witness the proliferation of videoke bars, which is a subculture all to its own, and the fact that every other household has a karaoke/videoke. We don't have one at our house, but our neighbors sure delights us with their, uh, musical skills. Expect that the next-door toughies won't let you sleep, especially on fiestas, when they won in the local karera, or just when they felt like burning their intestines with alcohol. And I really don't know why "My Way" by Frank Sinatra tops the list of favorite song on drinking sessions. (Runners-up include "Bikining Itim" and this song about some girl who got AIDS and the singer feels sorry for her because she lost her honor already. At least, that's how I think the lyrics add up.) And since they're drunk and all, they slur their way through their songs, and their drinking buddies get pissed and then they try to kill each other. This happens way too often, it turns up as a news article from halfway around the globe. Killed over karaoke. What, too bizarre for you? Wait till you get to live in my neighborhood.