Read Part 1 here if you are interested to see my first baju kurung, my favorite baju kurung, and my tailor-made baju kurungs.
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This picture was taken in early 2017. I was a newbie teacher and a proud owner of a new Perodua Axia. One day, as I was ready to head to school in my car as usual, I noticed that a bird egg had dropped and cracked on the top of my car. If it was just a gigantic lump of bird poop, I would have ignored it. However, the broken egg was gruesome (it could have been a hatchling) and most importantly, it stank.
I drove to the petrol station near my school and asked the workers for some water to clean the mess. This uncle saw me and offered to help. He cleaned my car by blasting water at it. I offered him some money in return but if I remember correctly, he declined it. I took this picture, thinking to myself that I have to remember the kindness of this stranger and pass it on in the future.
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This picture was taken in July 2017 at a district-level English workshop. Some of the 2017 fellows from different schools had gathered because we were intrigued by the speaker and the topic he presented (use of Poker card and magic tricks in class). Ever since the cohort graduated from DPLI, we seldom meet. It's normal for people to each be busy with their own lives and drift apart slowly, so I am not feeling particularly sad about it.
However, once in a while, when I look back at pictures we have taken together, I am reminded of the happy memories we shared and I am grateful that our paths crossed.
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To be honest, even up till now, I have yet to fully comprehend the charm of wearing matching (sedondon) baju kurungs as a group. But I ain't gonna be the mood spoiler and ruin the fun for others. This is a matching baju kurung we got in 2018 for the four of us who sit in the language lab office. I am really thankful that I don't have to sit in the crowded and noisy teachers' room. These three ladies in the picture have been my pillars of support in this school. The photo was taken earlier this month before the Form 1 to Form 4 students were back to school.
Speaking of this baju kurung, I had a hard time accepting it at first. For some odd reasons, the combination of the color, the shoulder pads, and the front zipper design reminds me of the robes of Jedi. Hmm...
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Here's another matching baju kurung we got for all English teachers in the school. This picture was taken earlier this year.
I am closest to this colleague of mine in the school. She is very outspoken and she has mentored me through various situations since I joined the school. We both started in the afternoon session and were transferred to the morning session two years later. We often go out and have high tea together after work. I really cherish this kind of co-worker relationship.
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This picture was taken earlier this year during the parent-teacher annual meeting. The dress code was yellow. The baju kurung I wore was a hand-me-down from a senior. After almost three years, I decided that it was too worn out and I cut it into pieces to be used as wipe clothes when the students came back from MCO holiday.
Everyone in this picture can be counted as my juniors at work. Even though some of them are at the same age as me or slightly older, they joined the school and the profession after me. When I look at this picture, I am reminded that I am no longer a newbie teacher. Damn, time flies.
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This photo was taken earlier this year during the weekly Pembangunan Insan slot. We colored these Chinese masks in conjunction with Chinese New Year celebration.
I got this baju kurung last year in order to fulfill the requirement of wearing red on Mondays. Muslim female teachers in Johor government schools are required to wear red tudung every Monday. The only three non-Muslim female teachers in the school (me included) have decided to wear something red on Mondays since we do not need to wear head scarf.
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This photo was taken just a few days ago when I went to Moonlight Cake House with my colleague after work.
This baju kurung is my latest acquisition and it is an impulse purchase. When I saw the pattern of this baju kurung, I instantly thought of the fancy kimonos worn by the women in the Japanese drama, Ooku. Man, I just need to have it in my closet! Truth be told, one of the reasons why I like baju kurung so much is because of the diverse patterns. It really fulfills my fantasy of living as a noble in the olden days.
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These three photos were all taken during different periods. On the far left was a picture taken when we were marking exam papers. In the middle was a picture taken during one of my college Christian fellowship gatherings. On the far right was a picture taken during TFM Pre-Service Programme.
The only similarity of these three pictures is that the baju kurungs I wore were all hand-me-downs, which I have thrown away now.
Few weeks ago, when my students were learning descriptive writing, they came across a sentence in a sample essay - "the Saffron-robed monks strolled the streets of Bangkok." They were puzzled as to why the writer would include such a plain detail in her writing. I pointed out to my students that in many other countries in the world, it is a rare occurrence to see people walking around the town in outfits unique to their identities, such as traditional or religious clothes.
Malaysians are blessed to not only be able to preserve our diverse culture, but to own and wear different kinds of traditional outfits on a daily basis, at an affordable price. May we all be grateful with what we have.