we all need our own space in this drama of life

“We all need our own space”, Julie told me last night.

Do we all need our own space? I guess so. I can’t help recall catching a glimpse of Julie’s face under the kaleidoscope light yesterday at the dance floor at ATTICA. I have to keep reminding myself she is already not so young. But she is really as gorgeous as I always call her. You know, I truly love her a lot. Not so much because she is a legacy in Singapore history, okay, art history, but because she is always so ready to love. No matter where and no matter when. She is as good as it gets.

I passed by Johnny’s place at 4:30 am and told myself I should get my hair permed the next day. As natural as it is, I straddled out of bed and had breakfast with Johnny at his place. Today is the longest conversation I ever had with him. And I only got to know he is 42 years old today. Maybe because I know he will never read this blog entry, that’s why I like to pen about him. Perhaps, he will never know more about me but I thank Daddy for this character in my life.

So, who is Johnny?

Johnny takes care of my hair since a year ago and always buys hair products for me. He doesn’t like to take money from me. He is like a big friend who cares for a part of me. He is also someone who messages me goodnight religiously everyday. Perhaps, I will never get to know who he really is. Forever an enigma but forever a friend.

Indeed, Daddy does send many interesting characters in my life to make me know that I am loved. And beyond doubt, I am loved.