Human Nature Beneath Latest Assault in Paris

I am not here to share the news which everyone who has internet access knows. I am here to as usual, express my thoughts and feelings while at the same time exercising my rusty writing skills. I shall divide this post into two parts, which are literal news and my opinions. Sorry if my information is wrong; I do not really follow up on politics/war news.

News summary:
Last Friday, terrorists attacked innocent civilians and 128/129 fatalities were recorded, with 359 injuries and 99 out of them were in critical state. The assault was done by ISIS due to the France - Syria war that happened this year. Thousands of Facebook users, with myself included, changed our profile pictures painted with France flag. Then came some certain people who pointed out our hypocrisy and biasedness for mourning for Paris but not Syrian refugees. And some people claimed that Facebook users only follow trend.

THE END.

My opinion:
I usually do not change profile pictures into anything unless it affects me. Like the support gay profile picture, I do not change because I am heterosexual and I can only feel glad when the LGBT marriage is finally legalized, but I do not really go all out just to feel overjoyed that there is a step forward being put towards the LGBT community and so forth.

But I like Paris (or Pah-ree).

My WhatsApp wallpaper is the photo of Eiffel Tower shining majestically at night. Paris is one of my bucket-list destination to go to in a lifetime. I want to bring my faceless future boyfriend/husband to Paris and strengthen our love there. I want to go up to the Eiffel Tower with my faceless future boyfriend and eat bagels there together for dinner. Because I find it much more romantic that way compared to eating 3 Michelin star dinner on top of Eiffel Tower. Although 3-Michelin star French dinner is good as well. I suka. Despite the superbly annoying French language which I cannot master because of my inability to roll my tongue (why bother putting in so many letters when you end up not pronouncing them anyway) and being super expensive (anything French spells e-x-p-e-n-s-i-v-e; Louis Vuitton, Chanel, Dior, foie gras, caviar etc), I suka Perancis. I love wine, and France is the birthplace of Merlot, Pinot Noir and Shiraz. Wine is good on rainy days. Wine soothes my soul.

But most important of all, Paris is known as City of Love.

To have a place so famous, so symbolic (in terms of love) being attacked means something. To me, I go like, "Harrr so Paris is now the target for terrorists. Where else should I go with my faceless future boyfriend to strengthen love?" and yup I still think that way now. A hopeless romantic like me seeing the place I always visualize to fall in love with being attacked definitely mean something to me.

And I am sure Paris has its significant meaning to most of the people in my friends' list as compared to Syria. Some have been to Paris and are marveled at its beauty; some found love there and some had their dreams came true in Paris (a place for fashion design and modelling).

I find it a beautiful thing for people around the world to mourn for a city that mean a lot to them in little things like changing Facebook profile picture and changing building/tower lightings into French flags. It shows that people do care.

Yet, it is human nature for people to be able to find fault still beneath this beautiful act. Just like how some Malays condemned a certain Malay girl who typed her Facebook status in English to ask for help (Google it yourself), some people managed to condemn this act as something hypocritical, biased, idiotic etc.

You know what? By judging others who did a good deed as something bad, it indirectly speaks out your true colours. I shall not judge those who condemn because if I do, I will be the same as them. But please, if you do not wish to mourn for Paris but for Syria instead, then do so. Change your profile picture into a Syrian flag if Syrian refugees meant a lot to you. Create awareness about Syrian refugees if you think the media coverage is not enough.

I admit there are too many things that are going on wrong in today's world. Human trafficking, sex slavery, endless bombing, kidnaps, massacres, mass imprisonment, and many many more but I am too lazy to name them here. In the midst of all these, showing some love and care, regardless of which country or city to means a lot to the world. Rather than instilling more hatred (which is the root cause of war), why not add in more love? The City of Love has been assaulted; give love to the city. Syrian refugees felt less loved; show more love to them. Write an article and publish on Facebook on how to help them. Launch a campaign. Fight to protect those refugees (Malaysia is doing a good job of trying to shelter the Syrian refugees). I once read an article on how Christians and Muslims protected each other in Syria thousands of years ago. This shows that it is possible to love regardless of the identity and the place.

Just like how light is the cure of darkness, love is the cure of hatred. Stop hating any further and start loving today. Show love to whoever we concern without judging.Stop having negative thoughts on any good deeds. And most importantly, show love to people of all religions regardless of everything that happened. Pray for the terrorists (including those Muslims) so that they are no longer lost. Religions are all about love and peace. So if that particular religion does not promote love and peace, then it should not be called a religion.

p/s: I shall put on hold on the quest to identify the faceless future boyfriend in my dreams, since Paris has already been attacked muahahahhaa and I am unable to go there until it is safe.

p/s/s: I am still clueless about the identity of the faceless future boyfriend. Maybe I don't have one after all, which is why he is faceless.

p/s/s: Why McD internet sucks!! 

Short Update

I know my blog is dead and no one sort of read it anymore, but here's my 312468757392208442881737th attempt to resuscitate my dear blog which will turn 10 next year!

I currently have switched my occupation to a HSE Engineer in a national oil and gas company. So far I am doing good, except that I have to work twice or trice as hard as compared to my colleagues due to the fact that:

1) I am the only female among the seedlings department.  The rest consist of very macho male colleagues. I know, some may envy me. Trust me, you don't have to.
2) I don't look tough. In fact, someone (name not mentioned to protect privacy) pointed out to me that I am too pretty to be an engineer working among a group of alpha male.
3) I look naive and carry this "dumb blonde" aura. People do not trust me as much as my macho, mature, tough-looking male colleagues.
4) I still look like a student from freshman year. I guess I should not be happy anymore whenever anyone mistaken me as a student.

I know I do not have to wait until I turn 30 in order to be a tough alpha female engineer working on site/platform/plant etc. I can be tough, independent and strong in coverall and yet feminine, pretty and sweet after work in my most fashionable outwear.

Should start to be really serious about my work. Seriously.

Anyway, I moved out from Sri Petaling. Finally! To a place called Setapak, where the daily commute to and fro from office is made much easier. From 1 hour 15 minutes to just 25 minutes! 2/3 of the time has been saved for more sleep yay! I still prefer PJ or Damansara but due to my unfortunate lack of my own transport, I guess I have to make do with this. To sacrifice easy access of Chinese food (not like the Chinese food at Sri Petaling is super yummy to begin with, to be honest).

Sad to say that I currently do not have internet. Reason is that Unifi and Maxis port are all full, so what's left is Streamyx. I am not sharing Streamyx while paying the same price as a 10mpbs Maxis Fibre Internet. I am still stingy even though my pay has increased. Stinginess runs in my blood and I am embracing it proudly. My only option is to use the free WiFi at McDonald's or Old Town nearby my condo. Ok lah. Can still manage.

All in all, I am happy and grateful at where I am now. Managed to get into an oil and gas industry in a big GLC. Not MNC but not too bad, because this GLC is taking good care of my stomach and my health. Frequent free food and learning opportunities. This is a good place for me. And to work in Malaysia's famous landmark is a pride among my family and relatives. I have no complaints. Happy and thankful is all I can say right now.