Greetings from Deutschland

And so I´m back. Arrived as early as 6am Germany time, flight onboard was a little something which I wouldn´t consider as smooth. No....it wasn´t the pilot´s fault, neither was it nature´s. It was the lady beside me. Uh huh....out of the 12 hours that I was onboard, she took a good 3-4 hours talking to me into getting Enlightenment. I could just pretend not to listen and just tell her off. But I didn´t because well I don´t know, for self-entertainment I guess I´m receiving. It was pretty comical actually but it was serious stuff that she was sharing -- she was so into it. Yes, to the extent that she told me to close my eyes, and describing and telling me that she has her two hands over my head. She kept on going, `Can you feel it? Can you feeeel it?` I opened my eyes and had to actually interrupt her into asking, `errm...I'm sorry,but what am I supposed to feel again?´ I think she felt kind of taken aback, then again hey..I had to ask right?

Anyways, back in Mainz. It´s chilly for Spring time, but this being my second day I can pretty much try getting used to. It was great catching up again and stories and stories over dinner of steak, salad, and many goodies. Had an early night, hadn´t gotten over my jet lag though. But today, when I woke up..felt so much better.

Just had late breakfast of muesli with apples. Toasts too and pretty soon, we´ll be taking a bicycle ride into town for a couple of hours. Sun´s up..beautiful day it is.

Wordless Wednesday

On Love and Meanness

Mean people can be really mean at times and it's awful when it happens to those who's not even directly part of it.

They say the tongue can be as sharp as knife. I think people are mean because they are morally imperfect that are shoved into a paradigm that demands moral perfection. I guess people are generally mean when they don't get something they want, or conversely something they don't want.

Mean people are out there, but one thing I'm learning is that it ''really" is about their stuff. We've all been hurt, and we've all been wounded, but not all of us are mean. Sarcastic maybe. (There. I've just described every single person living on Planet Earth!)

Do I use sarcasm? Well yes, I admit but only jokingly occasionally with people who understands and gets it. It’s always a bit tricky, some people can’t tell if you are being sarcastic or not. So most times, I'd use sarcasm only onto those I'm close with or those I know can take it. Because often times, when you give sarcasm, you get them back and that's the fun side to it when you're amongst those close ones.

Back on the topic of 'Meanness' -- I would want that my history of suffering be a hero's saga rather than a victim's whine. I've never come across such horrific meanness in my life before, not till recently and it hit me really bad because I've never experienced it before...it got the best of me. It nearly made me lose something so precious I had worked for and had put every effort into.

The moment that I begin to tolerate meanness, is when I know I've come to accept that I've both the capability and the obligation to do better and to handle it to the best I can....Yes, it's about time I know but it's not too late to do something about it. I'm not perfect but I know this is all but a learning journey. If it ever comes back, I would gladly smile and turn my back towards it, ignore it or simply hang up. Why? Because I've learnt.

And for that, I'd say ~

Love is peace in the middle of a war. Love is not a fight, but it's something worth fighting for.

.:: Back ::.

It has been close to a year since this blog was updated. Why is it that I keep coming back knowing that this blog can be read by anyone online? How much is too much to share online?

Blogs has many reasons but one I could clearly stand to is because -- I like to express. Not for any search of self-display or what one may put it as otherwise. One of the many questions would most likely be - Why blog? One fact I could respond to is maybe because it has always been - blogging since Summer 2004, that is 6 years as of today. And farahdee.blogspot.com as the URL, was only made effective in October 2008.

I can never know who reads this site (either by stumbling upon it through a few random clicks or perhaps through word-of-mouth) but one thing for sure is, this blog of mine is more than a way to just communicate. It acts as an ongoing diary that reflects on my life and those that encompasses it. If the Internet acts as an ongoing technology in the many years to come, then I hope for this blog to act as a means of collections for my future generations - my children, my grandchildren, my great-grandchildren and their children's children to browse through my posts and perhaps have an idea who I was and what were the going-ons in my life, be them ups and downs, good or bad. It talks about my journey. The Process. My Experience. Of course there are other ways of sharing, for some it would be through photo albums or scrap books but for this purpose of my blog, I share to make it my voice. Yes I do look forward to sharing my stories and experience with my loved ones and friends, in person, but on that day when I can't, I know this blog would act as my voice, of who I was and what I had been through.

There may be a small number whom are regular readers, there may be some who were from my previous blog address and got linked into this current one. And there may also be trillions who check in once every three years into this blog. All in all, blogging enables me to track development of ideas, development of writing style, and it shifts in areas of interest. This creation of a personal archive has been some of the most interesting and valuable aspects of blogging for me.

My post is titled "Back" and as the protagonist I'm happy to confirm that 'Yes that's right...This blog is back..alive and kicking again..' Thanks for the support throughout these years, Dear Readers.