THE NEW HIJAB CRAZE IS HERE :)

 

Sweet Love (Bangi Cut)





Its here again. That crazy moment when I start buying whatever trashy thing just because everyone else is doing the same too.
A couple of years ago, I managed to dig a deep hole because of my fondness for bawal with crystals. There were many patterns like KLCC, Spa-Q and the all famous RM200+ Tudung Angkasawan. Those damded things blew a big hole through my pocket, enough to make me still hold on to them even though 7 years have passed (it is said that bawal will make a comeback and I am still waiting).

Well, now we have Fareeda. A very yummy colourful, fun, frilly and comfortable slip on hijab make of crepe. There are of course many types under the brand, but the 3 layer crepe has landed a place in my heart.

It is more chic' to wear short ones, but I have discovered that wearing anything below 11 inches a bit memalukan. It just hangs on top of your chest, the long ones that don't are sort of baggy but I DO NOT CARE.

3 layer crepes come in many cute designs like Sweet Love, Maple, Leopard, Ribbons, Polka Dots (which I detest, but bought for the sake of trend) and many more. It also comes in 2 cuttings, Bangi with is shorter and has a sharper cut. And Utara which is longer with a rounder cut...but larger and softer curls. Utara is my fave, though I makes chills through my bones when I hear people say its sexy. Hijab are not supposed to be sexy dears.

When I 1st saw a friend wear it, it didn't really make me want to rush in and buy one. For the sake of trend, eventually I did look for a cheap replica which was many times the price of what I usually spend on a scarf. It was very uncomfortable. Hot, scratchy and ill-fitting. Awning didn't feel right. Made me feel miserable. But everyone else kept wearing it. And until everyone started wearing it did I think I needed to try it.

There are no Fareeda boutiques in Sabah. There is only 1 reseller that I know, Zuhrah at 1 Borneo KK's basement and that also I only discovered last June. Back in Sandakan, there is 1 boutique that sells comfortable 3 layer chiffon scarves of a different design under another brand, De' Noorish Elegance. The KK boutique was mahal. They jackeh up the prices between RM50-100 but still well worth it if it means I don't have to pay for a KL flight ticket!

Bubbles (Utara Cut)

 

I bought my 1st scarf last June. RM199 was a steal I thought as I remembered my friends telling me that resellers sell it on the internet for RM300 onwards. 2nd hand scarfs called pre-loves cost at least RM150 but sometimes are dirty , smelly, torn or the stones on the brooches have fallen off. Scary thought. Plenty of rip off cases too, which I had some unfortunate experience with afterwards.

 

That month I noticed the scarves were cheaper. No, they are not cheap. But MUCH cheaper than usual. A new scarf could fetch a price as low as RM120.... a brand new one. The utara cuttings are as cheap as RM150, except the popular ones like Polka Kings and stuff.

 

Went on a binge. A nasty one. So, here it goes.....



 

 

This is my latest shame. The shocking part is I collected all this in just 1 1/2 moths between

 

June and August ( I stopped during Ramadhan). Crap it was an exhilarating experience waiting for the Pos Laju van ;)  I had managed to stay away from shopping craze for a long time...so it was sort of fun when it get going again. Met some cheaters on the way however. Paid for one thing, got another because the original one got ripped. Had to top up some more, then I got a scarf which had its curls tampered with so that it would pass off as a 12 inch but UGLY scarf. I also bought one that had no Fareeda tag at the back with rough-ish fabric. Hmmm....

 

I was going to quit cold turkey last week until a friend bought in an unwanted scarf (because it didn't match her baju) at RM20 off....and I bought it anyway. Truth is... I also don't have a baju to match that but it looks good in the dresser. LOL. Eye therapy. OK, I won't buy anymore.... (fingers crossed). Hahahah......

  

GET A LIFE. Or fill a transfer form.

I'm not perfect. And I probably will never be.
But one of my good traits is the fact that no matter how much I disagree with a person, I totally do try my best to get along an civically possible.
I may talk trash on my blog, but at a certain level, I still know how to behave myself, especially with older people. Its a Malay thing. No matter how unsatisfied you are with an elder, we at least act submissive in front of them. This is call 'adab' or curtousey.  Weather a person is ikhlas or not is between him and God. That's just the way it is.

I've had my fair share of problems with my bosses. Sometimes I admit I get mad when they don't listen to reason and lash out with criticism but at the end of the day, I do accept that a ship can only have one captain. And you must listen to that captain in order to keep your ship afloat. After many a moon, when we understand each other, sailing becomes smoother. I do what she tells me, I get what I ask for. Support for my work, for my students. After a couple of years, this school which I once so hated has really grown on me. I actually like it here.

And I'd be damded if someone tried to mess it up.

A new staff came in a couple of years ago. My students called him a pondan for being so soft and sotong-ish. But his tongue is razor sharp. Before a year was up, he had made enemies with many of the other teachers. Worst off, he had foolishly shared on the social media his thoughts...and the whole world saw it. Yeah... actually, somebody showed boss. That scared the crap out of everyone to block that someone, just incase we had a slip...hahahah.

He got called in and lectured. Really...it was unprofessional of him. But being from Malaya, I tried to sympathize with his predicament...being far away from family and probably not having much of a life in Sandakan may have given him extreme stress. Sympathy. No matter how provocative or nasty he posted, no matter how much everyone was talking behind of him, I just shrugged it off. Afterall, everyone has problems. Everyone has their poison.

Lately, I noticed him going after my 6th Formers. He doesn't teach Form 6 but despite even me not knowing them well and not daring to add them on Twitter and FB....he did. And he made an issue with some of them with very racial statements. Still, he's a collegue. Different people have different ways of handling stress. It was his thing, besides, he did it to everyone.

WAR OF THE BOSSES.

Then one fine day, disaster struck. Be it sabotage or a pure misunderstanding...we may never know because nobody can be sure of ones intentions be it good or bad. There was a clash of the bosses. My boss Vs. my superior. It was getting pretty ugly, and later on I discovered that it was tied to an earlier problem.

Boss told me. She called me in, and I believe she just wanted me to help get things back in order with my Superior because he wouldn't return her calls. She was really stressed out. She had told me even the stuff I shouldn't have heard. As I shrank into the chair hearing her story, I heard the staff outside the office become so quiet. You could hear a freaking needle hit the floor.

Tried to be neutral. Truth is, I truly didn't know what to say. All I could do was listen. I offered to help with the mess surrounding Superior, but I have no idea what to say about the rest. Its not my place to say anything. I'm just a lowly staff working to find a meal for my family.

As she has mentioned some of my friends...after the conversation, afraid that they'd get the wrong message, I rushed to see Superior to explain what happened and pleaded with him to let it go and make peace. No more gaduh2. He was luckily, very understanding and wasn't too mad.

I also went to my friends & asked them to quickly remove the offensive posts boss had seen... then one pal asked WHY boss told me all of this, implying me of brown-nosing. Great. Just great. Think what you want honey, was just trying to save your ass.

Then , those pals, and the dude I referred to earlier was lectured by boss coz a spy had apparently readily printed out their
posts before they had removed them. Nasty.

Then, after a strange turn of events... I saw the dude lament about how some "friends" should be not trusted and should be removed. Didn't think much about it because I know my conscience was clear.

Until I noticed that I had been blocked....and it all came to me and made sense. He was implying that I was bosses spy.

Wow.... that's so flattering actually to think that I could probably be on buddy terms with the boss. That I could possibly go lepak with her after work for teh tarik and fill her in with details of what people are saying behind her back. That was a big wow.

Nevermind that.

But after knowing him for the past 3 years...I could only imagine what his posts are about me. I cant read them, but everyone else can.

I admit that many people are not friendly with me because I am not the social type. I don't sit for long at the canteen and I stay out of most weekend social events because I value my family more. People are sick of seeing each others faces 8 hours a day, 5 times a week. Why torture them?

But I couldn't bear to imagine what nonsense this dude was going to write about me. If he could be rude to a senior teacher infront of his face, imagine the possibilities this person could do to me. What my friends would read. What my students would read. So, I promptly blocked him. I cut myself off.

He wanted to make me an enemy. So obviously , he will get one.

He literally did keep out of my way for weeks, but my may be paranoid self started getting dirty, sly looks from some of my friends. It was horrible. What I was worried about earlier, may have come true.

Today, he came into my staff room to drop off documents on my friends desk. He looked straight on with his divalistic strut and  showed a face which my dear ol' mum usually refers to as 'Muka tak bawak untung'.

Usually, muslims give salam before entering anothers domain, but this dude just crashed in like a buffalo. Sweet.

I know many non-muslims who know better manners than you, cow. Tis' shameful really.

I have no idea why I'm writing this.

No, I'm doing this to get my story out to anyone who will listen.

I'm a quiet person. I only speak what is necessary to say. I believe that speaking too much may lead me to say stuff that shouldn't be said, because I'm human and I know my weakness.

I come to work because I enjoy teaching and all I want to do is make a living and raise my family. Not to become a politician or a Melodi reporter. DUDE, get a life will ya?!

Because there is a very clear line that defines an outspoken and opinionated individual and a rude pig.

Sandakan is my home now. So if you hate this place and its people so much...you should fill in a transfer form.

Cheerio, sucker.
 

Accidents Do Happen...Right?

There is a kid, around my daughters age who died yesterday after 3 days of coma. He was hit by a reversing MyVi driven by an unlicenced 16 year old. The kid (from SMK Sandakan 2) was reportedly on the right side of the road when this idiot brain damaged no good ran over him. It wouldn't be shocking if it was a head on collision, because I know some of the kids do cross the roads like chicken. But this kid kena from the back, by a reversing car... he probably didn't even see it coming.

My heart breaks for this kids parents. Your kids waiting for the bus. He's a good boy. He was coming home from school. And he got run over by another kid who apparently comes from a dysfunctional family. I'm sure the drivers parents will say "accidents do happen, what if it was YOUR kid behind the wheel" which, yeah ... its a good point cause hey, no one runs people down like road kill on purpose, right? - But I cant help but feel a little more sympathy for the kid who lost his life.

It all boils down to the fact that we, rich city dwellers who are always looked upon as being educated compared to stereotyped kampung people aren't always smarter. A kampung dude may have limited opportunity to study, work or get a well paid city job... but they dont raise their kids to do stupid stuff like these fools did.

How can you let YOUR CHILD drive around on a f&^%ing joyride and feel its NOT your fault?