Do You Hear What I Hear?

I was walking briskly towards the office this morning and the sound I heard was something I had not heard in Sydney before.  It was strangely familiar.  It was something that was not uncommon in the home country, especially in the vicinity of where I used to work, Ayala Avenue corner Paseo de Roxas.

There were people gathered around holding a protest rally in front of the Galeries Victoria mall at the ground floor of our office building block.

As Mother would say, "Makibaka!"  (which implies, "fight" or "battle.")