Then You Bring Me Home.

and we go to sleep, but this time not alone .

That night. That song, that song.
Things are different, I swear.
But a good different; a new different.




mkp.

Repeat, Repeat.

We are routines.
We are programmed.
We are machines.

But we still, (1) we let these things happen. (2) We learn from them, and somehow they end up taking part in the very thing we become. And (3) we keep moving.

Repeat steps 1-3. That's life.




mkp.

p.s. I love you more than frozen yogurt.

UFO.

Its strange how some things that occur in your childhood can leave such lasting impressions. Even when situations and events are merely "forgotten", you're always subconsciously playing them and over and over in your mind. Sometimes things trigger memories that suggest their existence. And then you remember... because you didn't really forget; you were just pretending it wasn't real. I wonder if its time to stop, and admit it happened, and just accept it, and move on.

But I don't think I'm ready to. And quite frankly, I don't want to talk about it.




mkp.

Spring Will Be Worth the Wait.

Early birds.
Heavy, pouring rain.
$36 worth of delicious cupcakes.
Good coffee.
Streets turning into other streets.
LACMA.
Jeff Koons.
Umbrella- FAIL.
Getting lost/adventures/I was right.
Yellowcard.
Doctor appointments.
Holding your hand.
Pho 999.
Serious conversations.
Home.

This break felt so long. A list of finally completed goals, a whirlwind of explosive emotions, and an unexpected revelation have pretty much exhausted me. Yet, I'm feeling bitter about it ending. Today was my last day of break before second sem. And I think I pretty much spent it just the way I wanted to.

mkp.

The Brittle and Bitter-bone.

I know. I've been so closed-off lately.

It takes so much out of you just to break down my wall. Yet, so easily I can bring it back up again. Push you away. Try to fight away my desire to be with you, try to extinguish the growing trust you've been proving to me.

I'm a liar, I'm a coward. I don't tell you these things because I'm scared.




mkp.

One More Night.

In 2009, I wrote about my lack of appreciation during the welcoming of a new year. But a yearly tradition I do continue to uphold involves immaculately cleaning out my closet, diving into the the messy piles of old shirts and jeans stuffed onto the shelves, ridding myself of whatever I don't wear anymore. And every year, there are always a few particular items that I cannot bear to part with, knowing that they will never be worn again, and that they only take up dire space. Yet, my attachment remains undaunted. But come 2010, and I noticed one thing. That tiered, ruffled dress? It doesn't fit. Those teal skinnies? Not my color. That infamous patched-up denim vest? Not me.

And to be perfectly honest, it really isn't that I don't fit into these clothes, or that they're unflattering. They're all very me, but something just isn't right.

And with all the things that have recently occurred, things just feel different. I am different. The things I have prioritized before are now secondary. Favorite pastimes are now looked down upon disapprovingly. Habits are well on their way to being broken. Because those things don't relate to this self anymore.


With that being said, I'll see you. Hello 2010.




mkp.