GMA Resign

Confetti rained down on the streets. No, it wasn't really a parade. Banners swayed in the air, ice cream vendors plied their trade.

People swarmed the fishball stands and corn vendors. Thirsty? The friendly neighborhood tricycle sari-sari store offered soft drinks, chips, sky flakes, yosi and candy. On a normal office day, dirty-ice-cream vendors would be nowhere in sight (I should know, I look for them during lunch break). But today, they're there.

A mom brings her kids along. People stroll the streets casually, no hurry in their steps. In the middle of Ayala, 3 portalets take center stage. At the corner of Ayala and Paseo, politicians make their speeches.

"May concert ba?", a friend asks. Intermittently a musician would play a tune.

This is not a parade.

But if you pretend not to hear, it could be.