You know what...Leave the expectations at the door

My luo po's brilliant. That's going to be my life's motto from now on, to leave all expectations at the door. I won't HOPE that something happens, I won't have expectations. I'll try not to at least. Saves the pain, saves the disappointments.

Really. I learnt that in the last 3 days. In the first instance, I didn't expect anything out of the Shiatsu massage course and I got alot outta of it. secondly, I didn't expect anything out of M. Shyamalan's "The Village" and at the end of it, I had no complains, but rather, i'm starting to really respect him as a director and scriptwriter. You have more fun when's there's no expectations. You get more surprised with surprises without expectations. You don't fall so hard without expectations. Yups. No expectations is good. I think i'm going to be a rather sad person from now. But i think i'll rather have spurts of happiness, then a neverending line of disappointments. yups..

No expectations, no disappointments. It doesn't mean that i have got no hope though, rather, you just expect the worse and when it does happen, you don't fall flat as hard. My luo po's a genius.

On another note, I personally recommend "The Village". I really like the way M. Shyamalan thinks. I like the way his train of thoughts work. Yes, a silly ending, but I am amazed at his brilliance. I've got only respect for him. At this point, after watching 2 of his movies. The heart of it all, a love story. And after this movie, i'm now really convinced that eyes are the windows to the soul. Someone's eyes can scare you the most. Looks can kill, looks can scare, looks can amaze too. Don't believe me..watch the show and check out Noah's eyes.

I overdid chocolate and coffee today. Really overdid it now. I'm feeling sick. After not having chocolate for 2 weeks. The chocolate has now killed me. Made me sick. Too much of a good thing's not good. Really not good. My tummy's complaining about the trash. I really need to puke. I cannot stand the sight of meat now. I don't even wanna touch chicken. It's psychological but i cannot help it. I almost killed a lady bug today, thank god it was red and yellow though.

All that said and done. I need to puke.