White on white on white

Part of my wardrobe, well the part I wear the most since I am constantly in a white shirt or white jeans. I adore these pieces. They're mostly from either H&M or random thrift stores. I'm not much of a shopper and go for the basics, always, but I am glad my little white collection is growing. 

It is what it is.

Johann and I in 2010.

I have been trying to find the words to describe what our relationship is like, and weeks of pondering, I can't wait the proper words for it. It is what it is, something extraordinary.

I spent last Saturday with this amazing boy and it was everything I wanted it to be and more. He is everything I want. I don't want to go into detail, because the specifics of it is too much. Too much of everything. I can't cram four years into a small post, and soon those four years will turn to five, then six, then seven, and even then I wouldn't be able to find the right words for what we have.

Personal - Road trip

Over the weekend, I went on a road trip with a bunch of my classmates to Malacca. We had to interview people for my journalism class. Anyway, it was a trip full of smokes, fun and food.

I own so many white shirts now, I need more. I want an all white closet, all white, everything. Well, some black as well. Now that Elementary is over, I have projected my love to House M.D. It's a pretty good show and apparently medically correct in a lot of ways as well. 

On another note, after this pack of smokes, i'm quitting cigarettes for awhile. I have a nasty cough that doesn't seem to go away.

On semester break now though, it's good. Life's pretty good at the moment. 

I love macarons so much that I finished the entire two boxes in a day. I know, it's bad. College has been hectic, but what else is new? I went over to Johann's place few days back, so that was incredible. 

Johann notices every little detail about me, even the ones I don’t even realise about myself. It’s such an overwhelming feeling to know that someone knows so much about me and pays so much attention to me.

He pointed out that when a situation happens, I talk to myself about it to get it into my head even though the people around me already know about the situation. It’s like I am trying to grasp the fact that something happened so I talk to myself and repeat it, to myself. No one has ever pointed that out to me, it’s like I am making a mental note in my head, but verbally. I don’t even know how to explain it but it’s something that’s normal for me and I only became aware of it after Johann told me about it today and how he thought it was very cute.

Johann is cute. Our relationship is cute. That’s an understatement. Our relationship is overwhelming and there’s so much love in it and even love feels like a fucking understatement. Like fuck, he is one hell of a human being.

I went out with some friends to Bubba Gump yesterday and then to eat sushi later. We also watched Spider-Man 2 and there was a kid at the end that reminded me so much of my little brother that I started bawling my eyes out. I miss my little brother incredibly and I am currently talking to him now.

My life is at a good place right now. Good acquaintances turned into friends, things with Johann are going really well and I am conversing with my little brother.

Giving stranger danger a whole new meaning

My lifestyle has it's ups and downs. I live alone and I barely go out, unless absolutely necessary but I do not feel alone. I am myself when I am sitting on my bed, browsing through various websites or when I am lying on my bed, finishing up writing my everyday journal. I rarely ever do get lonely, but when I do, I know I have reliable people around me and that's enough.

However even in my solitary state, I crave a good conversation and I have found that the best conversations come from strangers. There is something freeing about interacting with strangers just because I know I will never see them again. I have met rather interesting cab drivers and the journey feels short because of the intensity of our conversations.

One cab driver that I met recently, is a Sikh who lived in America for years but then after 9/11 happened, he, along with many other people of color and different religion, got deported for conspiracy and relations to Islam terrorist groups. He then went to New Zealand where he could not apply for permanent residency because of the American government, since it showed on his records that he was deported. At last, after travelling for several years he settled down in Malaysia. He had travelled to a lot of European countries and was talking to me about racism he had faced. He also told me that Malaysia was the easiest country to get citizenship to and before I got off from the cab, he wished me well and told me that he hoped I would marry someone abroad. (Because I told him I hated the citizenship I currently have now)

Then there's one cab driver who saw my tattoos and started talking to me about tattoos and where I was from. He told me I had major balls to act and dress the way I do for someone who comes from such a conservative country and he showed me his one tattoo on his arm that he got when he was 20 years old. (He's in his 50s now)

I was smoking outside the train station, waiting for rain to pass, a couple of months back, and a young looking guy from Bangladesh told me that I looked like his younger sister. He talked about Bangladesh for a bit and how he just got to the country on a work visa. Then we parted ways.

I have met lovely (and not so lovely) people while out and I know snippets from several strangers lives. I don't know their names nor will I see them again but I will always remember, and cherish the conversations we have had.

Will sell my soul for white leather.

My current obsession is all white, everything.

Black leather is great but white leather demands attention. It's mysterious and pure. Innocent with a wild side and it's everything I look for in clothing. If I could, I would want my entire wardrobe to be white leather jackets and gladiator shoes.

For the most part, I have decided that i want this blog to be about what I love and it'll be whatever I want it to be.