REFORM AT THE MALLS

By: Iris P. Concepcion

If you have read the papers today, you shall be proud about the crop of journalists in our midst who had exposed the extent of corruption plaguing this country. Even the columns had been very forthright. Kudos to these men and women of letters who had chosen the correct path in exercising their professions.

Yesterday, I headed straight to Lacson as if something was happening in Ohio.

I made that up.

I did my own footrace yesterday under a welcoming weather of gamma rays on the first street above, deluged as I am by the idea that an artist in deep slumber may be camping in one of the "esteros".

I found none.

He (She, They) has/have rearranged the mall facet.

Some of the happiest pictures I have taken are unexpected clicks of bemused, visual opportunities begging for lens angles.

These pictures arrived at my cellphone camera like little wonkies in sweet boxes and even with just a cent on a pocket, one would never sell these pieces of discoveries.

Here are the advertisements of the best yonder past. What I was not able to post here are not worth the bother. They are comical. If you do not have dough for movies, lounge at the appliance centers and stay in front of the computer/tv arenas. You might catch clips that you aim to watch but could not because of, lack of time maybe, and not censorship.

P.S. That little wayward sketch is by the kid. I like it because she drew the pair with heart eyes.

I pay homage to a little lady who brought forth a sense of discernment beguiling enough to withstand the boiling tempers of the past. I have often said the bravest of hearts sometimes spring from the littlest of stature. You credit the upbringing; you credit the parents; you credit the usage of opportunity to be productive and not merely as a nuisance entity.