Lately, I’ve been coming home seeing one piece of plastic bag lying on the cement floor near our gate, most likely thrown by some cretin. I always feel bothered every time I see one, that I can’t resist picking it up so I can properly dispose it in our own garbage can. At first, I was annoyed having to do it because it just reminds me how thoughtless people can be. Have they no care to the world they live in?! Have they lost respect for themselves that it doesn’t matter if their surroundings are dirty because of them? Hayy..such angst..but then I learned to cope with these people…I can’t change people..they need to change for themselves so I decided to look at these plastics I see lying around as opportunities to help improve things around our lil old town. Each time I had to pick one plastic from our gate, I feel happy because that’s one less trash off our streets. You should try doing it... make something good out of bending over. Hehe! Hopefully, time will come when every place is spic and span, like most of the streets in Ilocos...I’m not losing hope..these days, anything can happen…