Beats and Surreality

I went to watch "Lost In Translation" with Audrey yesterday, and I thought it was pretty good. Lizzie said you had to be in kind of a pensive mood to really appreciate it, so I tried to get myself into a half-awake sort of mood and sank into my seat and tried my hardest to slow myself down to the kind of pace that the film was moving along at. I thought it did a really good job of portraying the kind of lostness and surreality one feels when stuck in a different country; the monosyllabic telephone calls, the beats that pass between a conversation, unnatural beats, the wanting to escape, explore, try new things, not be oneself.

Am I becoming kinda too pompous and things?

Anyway, I've just woken up from a late night so I should really get washing and brushing the various parts that need to be uh, washed and brushed. Alvin and gang are coming over later to practise Bengawan Solo. Hope it goes ok!

Later :o)