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As usual, I went facebook-stalking, and the blog-stalking :D
Then I stumbled into this one blog belonged to this one person who clearly have a sad case of negativity and hatred.

And it's really sad. Almost pathetic.
And it makes me wonder.

Why does people likes to hold on their hatred and grudges?
Did they enjoy being imprisoned by their own creations and not being able to let go?
Does it give them some sort of satisfaction when their hate and grudge grew to be some sort of cancer in their souls?
Did they have a limitless source of energy so they can burn it all on their anger?

These are the things that I just don't understand. People gets angry. Yes. We sometimes hate also. Yes. But we're supposed to control those evil feelings and don't let them rule us.

We have to let those feelings go and don't let it stand in the way of our happiness.

By reciting those hatred, anger or disappointment, towards something/ somebody over and over again, you'll turn it into reality and makes it even worse and bigger than its actual size.

If you feed on it, it will grow and eat you alive.
Surely it's not how you want to live the days of your life?

Just give it a rest, let it go and focused on your own happiness for goodness sake! -_-'

I just realised how much I hate airports.

Maybe I'm just being sentimental, but that's what I feel right now. Taking my baby brother to the airport, and having to say goodbye, it's just the hardest thing. I hate goodbyes, and basically I hate all the places where we should experience it. Especially with those close to our hearts. I always have this lonely, sulky, sinking feeling each time I leave those venues, more often are airports.

And with all those many shopping places, restaurants, executive lounges, are they supposed to make our goodbyes easier? It sure isn't working for me. The designer of these airports should've come up with better ideas you know. They should've known that none of these material things matters when we're separated with those close to our hearts. Maybe instead of more retail spaces, there should be more free world-wide payphones, mosques/ chapels or meditation spaces, or maybe if they really can't do anything to lessen the pain of goodbyes, at the very least they should've made the fastest getaway path out of the building, instead of making me walk through the long, out of proportioned and empty hallways, taking a few minutes sky train rides, went up and down the long escalator.. Instead they should've made a magical glass elevator like Willy Wonka's, that can transport me anywhere in a zap.

Oh well..

I wanted to live a good life, with many true friends and people who actually cares, loves, and doesn't hate. I don't want to be corrupted by hatred nor other maggoty things of soul, I always wanted to see things fairly and clearly without prejudice towards anything. But there's always an exception, and there's this one object who seems to be such a pain is my a**. I felt her like a needle under the skin, I feel her negativity and hatred for me so big and I've to respond with almost similar resistance. But as you grew to know me, you should've known that I never does it frontally. I feel her negativity and it makes me very uncomfortable. It makes me sad and it got me thinking.. I've never meant any harm, verbally or implicitly, but I don't know, probably I've said done something that hurts her. Only God knows what. I'll never done anything to hurt others in my simple conscious, because I truly believes in karma. So what I've done to deserves such a hatred? It really got me thinking... *feeling so sad in early morning*