we can pretend...

My brilliant movie idea.

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 03:33:00 +0000

A once well-known Chinese actor (who used to play stereotypical Asian characters back in the 80's) attempts to make his big comeback, but falls in love with his Latina housemaid instead (who is really an undercover cop).

Don't steal it.

One day I will be an arrogant prick.

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Wed, 20 Aug 2008 00:17:00 +0000

In an unpredictable turn of event, they've just found ice in hell, just as I signed up for an acting class. Me acting?

"I really didn't see that coming."

I'm not religious, but...

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Sat, 16 Aug 2008 23:02:00 +0000

I was in Orlando and I regret not going to the Holy Land Experience. A Christian theme park? Now that's bad ass.

DB

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Mon, 04 Aug 2008 05:27:00 +0000

"Look at those guys. Fucking jocks."
"I will never be like them. They're so fucking plain, just like everybody else."
"Yeah, they're definitely not cool enough to fit in here."
"Haha, I think they have the too-hip-to-be-hip mentality."
"Fucking hipsters, huh?"

Most people are assholes.

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 04:22:00 +0000

Yelling nonsense and whistling at an ear piercing volume at a concert doesn't make you cool. Sure, you're just enjoying the show and I don't blame you for getting into it, but stop ruining the show for me and I blame you for taking my concentration off the show.

Radio: On (Part 2)

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Mon, 28 Jul 2008 23:44:00 +0000

Subtle whisper from above sends a note that knows too much, concerning love and forbidden lust. Anger overwrites the pain for the man without a name. To our dismay, the other man will pay.

Finger-pointers are pointing shame, giving false hopes and wrong hints. But an honest man agrees to take the blame. "I know betrayal hurts most. If she loved you, you would know."

"Ask yourself why she wanted us both."

He can play everybody in the world.

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Tue, 22 Jul 2008 04:53:00 +0000

I can never truly appreciate Gary Oldman because I can never recognize him.

Think of the possibilities.

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 04:28:00 +0000

I've been drawing cartoon faces for the past two hours, trying to pin down the main character for this new comic series idea I have. I've been referencing Helen Marnie from Ladytron. She's a good fit. Or maybe her crossed with Miranda July. I admire her so much. "Me and You and Everyone We Know" must be one of the most original films in recent years (that doesn't seem to try too hard to be original). I'm reading her book right now. I'm not a fan of the green cover. I wanted the yellow one. Anyway -- Yeah. New comic series idea. It's not really new. It's a rehash of an old idea I had. I figured it's time to use up what I had in mind and really push myself to release something for the world to see. I've been holding out too long. Think of the possibilities. I could be a creator with something on print. Be criticized. One more hour of drawing Helen Marnie and I'm off to bed.

I shouldn't say never, but we will never meet again.

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 01:26:00 +0000

neutralmilk17: Someday I'll regret not talking to you that night.
tnkgrl92: That's because you weren't drunk enough, my dear.

Why so serious?

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 22:48:00 +0000

"If you love someone, set them free. Or lock her in your basement and she'll be yours forever."
"Can you ever be serious?"
"What? I'm being serious. See this face? This is my serious face."

Loveless by MBV.

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Sat, 05 Jul 2008 13:49:00 +0000

I don't need to like everyone. In fact, I need to not like everyone. It helps me appreciate the people around me more. Hating people helps me to love you* unironically**.

* I'm obviously not talking about you.
** As in Alanis Morissette's definition of irony, not the real definition.

Yup.

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 20:01:00 +0000

Sometimes I wish I say less "uh-huh" or "yeah" when someone is talking to me. Sometimes I catch myself doing it but I can't stop myself. Sometimes I do the "uh-huh's" too many times, I'm not even listening to what the other person is saying anymore.

Life is like your opinion on abortion...

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 05:06:00 +0000

No matter what you believe in, you're probably wrong.

Radio: On

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Sat, 14 Jun 2008 01:20:00 +0000

The hearse will take her away
To a much better place
Don't hesitate
say what you can say

And the countdown is on
Before the memories fade
If her husband's okay
Then we're all okay

(Chorus)
Turn the radio on
Radio on (5x)

She was a character with spunk
No, she's not a debutante
She never stops
She stops for no one

Until the day the lights dimmed low
With her drumbeats letting go
The music faded
The music has faded

(Chorus)

And the hearse took her away
To a much better place
Don't be shy
say what you can say

"I love all of those who came
To expose fragile heart strings
I'll think of this day
When all things go grey"

(Chorus)

(Outro)
When the sunshine was shining
on your face
I knew you'll be there
forever (4x)

"So you're a vampire. It's okay. We still like you. Sort of."

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Wed, 11 Jun 2008 03:39:00 +0000

I work best during the last few hours before my sleep. My early half of the day is useless because my cerebral membranes don't rub up the wires to my brain fast enough. I need the charge... That means at least 5 hours to adjust to everything and everyone around me.

So here's my solution to my problem, complying with my working hours:

Go to sleep at 7pm.
Wake up at 3am.
Chill out for five hours until 8am.
Head out for work at 9am.
Repeat.

And that is that.

TRL (Part One)

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Mon, 09 Jun 2008 02:45:00 +0000

Black minimal disguise
Surprised by the myriad of flashing lights
Tip-toeing off the limousine
She looks absent minded
the cameras don't mind it

She doesn't look too shy
Provided that the wind should've opened her eyes
And the breeze blowing onto her skin
Oh it was a good hint
Yea, it was a good hint

Her girls look plastic now
We're appalled and we're not proud
Nothing was looking alright
But we'll get through somehow

He still stands by her side
Even though he's allowed to make her cry
With jokes late at night making people look at
How the world's crazy
And how we are lazy

But who are we to whine?
She's trying her absolute best to survive
In a world where the fake is reality
Just look at the TV
Then tell me what you see

The girl's got what she wanted
We're appalled and we're not proud
Nothing was looking alright
But we'll get through somehow

You're either with us or against our grand overlord.

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Sun, 01 Jun 2008 20:57:00 +0000

"I'm not angry at you. I'm angry at the situation. It's just that you're part of the situation."

Not giving up on myself...

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Fri, 23 May 2008 05:05:00 +0000

But life sure is uneventful recently.

Life ain't a movie.

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Mon, 19 May 2008 03:34:00 +0000

I can't hang around with someone who speaks every sentence with some kind of subtext. It'd just be confusing. That's not the way a human should talk.

I caved in.

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Sun, 11 May 2008 16:15:00 +0000

I was on my way home. Hands tight on the steeling wheel. My car spun out of control and hit the front door of Best Buy. My body launched towards the aisle full of PS3's. My wallet flipped open and my credit card flew into the cashier's hand. Next thing I know, my eyes opened and I was playing Grand Theft Auto 4.

That Scarlett Johansson album...

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Mon, 05 May 2008 23:31:00 +0000

is actually really good. I mean, really really good. If I ignore the facts that ScarJo isn't an attention craving (sexy)bitch and that she didn't write the songs (they're all Tom Waits songs, except one), this album is my favourite album of the year so far. But alas, I can't ignore the facts.

Still, it's the most important album of our generation. Bet on it (don't).

My ass-shaking acoustic electropop song.

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Sun, 04 May 2008 20:18:00 +0000

Move a little bit to the punk rock beats
Jump a little little on the passenger seat
Shake a foot or two, open up that door
Let's forget it all, let's just dance some more

Hang my coat up on the patio deck
"No, leave our jacket out with the coat check,"
You said while grooving to some emo song
Giving me eyes like I did something wrong

Ba la ba ba, ba la da da da (4x)

Move my hair away so I see your face
Jumping along to the rhythm of the bass
Shaking fingers trading eyes and lip gloss
Let's keep it going, let's keep dancing some more

You've got your bottle and I've got mine
Drink up every drop, hope that we don't die
Music's playing loud, lights pointed at you
Close up your eyes funny, sing a simple tune

Ba la ba ba, ba la da da da (4x)

Do I regret it? No.

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Fri, 02 May 2008 02:17:00 +0000

I just had some really spicy Thai noodles for dinner. At the restaurant, you can pick from no chillies to 20 chillies (I'm not sure if that means the number of chillies they put in, or if they have a system out of 20 instead of the usual 10), so I picked 10. So we got our food and everything was swell. The first 5 minutes was blissed because it was delicious and I had no complaints.

It only went downhill from there. Holy shit, was it spicy.

I couldn't even finish it.

It is now one hour after the meal and I can still feel the burn.

Pretty self-explanatory.

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Wed, 30 Apr 2008 04:15:00 +0000

It doesn't matter what they tell you:

Any art that requires any explanation isn't art.

P.S. I'm being ironic.

After a long night of subtle proposition.

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick T Lo) — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 02:12:00 +0000

A long night that lead to nowhere.

"Hey."
"Morning."
"I got an extra coffee."
"I don't drink coffee, remember?"
"Sorry."
"Well... Don't apologize. It's only coffee."
"Yea."