It’s been a rainy week. Not a perfect time to clean my room. A perfect reason not to clean my room. Actually, I’ve been putting off a lot of things these days, not just my try-to-remove-all-the-clutter-in-my-room chore. I’m busy with something else ( or up to something, if you like being accurate with words). Hmmm….I’ve been trying to look where John Lloyd keeps his journal. No success yet. But for somebody who keeps a cluttered room—-DVDs everywhere, unused pants thrown in the chair, towel he used the night before, shoes at the foot of his bed—he leaves his mark very well. And I found something really, really interesting.
I found a crumpled note, just beside his waste basket.
It may not be Lloydie’s journal yet, but exactly, what shall we find when we read his ‘cluttered thoughts’?
As i've said, I'm still looking for it, but this note says a lot about the fragments of thoughts that we might find in his journal. whoah!!! i can't believe i did that! But, can you blame me for being curious? waaaahhh this time, forgive me Lloydie... kaya lang kasi, it's lying "there" for everyone to "see"...
