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7.5 Reasons Why Being A Dad Is Great.

July 4, 2009 Mohamad Hijazi 3 comments

I’m a newly minted Dad.Well,not exactly new.I’m into my 5th semester.But I’ve realized certain points,I reckon can be taken by some,as a reason good enough to appreciate that new Life.

Reason 1 : Having people remark how your child looks like you.

This is a reason that my other half absolutely hates.But I always soothe her by saying that perhaps,the remark was just a casual and general observation.I always highlight that looks and physical appearances are temporary,and therefore does not mean much.Instead it’s things like her intelligence,wisdom,personality and so forth are the ones the child probably inherited.In all fairness,my son can have all the intrisic things that his mother have,but having people say that his eyes,smile and cuteness is like me,just makes my pants drop a bit.Besides,my child should look like me.Who else should he look like right?

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Tweet The Teats

May 11, 2009 Mohamad Hijazi 3 comments

I’m sure you’ve heard of that new song piece from Justin Timberlake. The one where he sang with Ciara, entitled, “Love Sex Magic”.3 intriguing words lined up in one title. What a great way to just mess that horny,adrenalin rush in each and one of us.I was just trying to reason out as to why the order of the words were placed in such a manner.Why not magic first,followed by sex and then love? That’s what a typical Playboy host will do.(ehem).Create the magic,and then in the mentioned order.But I guess,the producers for the song was spot on.People fall in love,then they do that thing they do and say it’s magic.I think.

I was on my way home,from office just now.Stopped at Lucky Plaza bust stop.As I was making my way to the subground tunnel to the MRT station, a client called.As I was engrossed answering her queries,I noticed a lady with biceps and big boobs coming down the stairs of Lucky Plaza.And when I say big,it’s big as in perhaps a 38 or something.I choked on my saliva,when I saw her.Why?Because,firstly,she was clearly a “he”.A tranny.It was wearing a low cut neck blouse that had its ample bosoms just wanting to spill over.And no,I had no reasons to get excited because,it’s nipples were just super erected,that it sure made Madonna’s cone shaped brasierre a farce.It was fake ugly as a sight.I literally stopped in my tracks just to recollect my fleeting sanity.The client at the other end was calling out for my attention,but I was just dumb speechless.It’s horrendous.There was no lov,sex or even magic with that “lady”.

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Father of all Motherly Theories

Standing in the line awaiting for the shuttle bus,Hijazi,put down his bag on the floor.He flipped through the pages of his recently bought book.Suddenly the silence of the air was shattered by the shrill of a voice behind him,

“Where is this place ah?”

Hijazi turned his head,and saw a bespectacled woman,with a mobile phone in her hand,screaming,

“Where is this place ah?”

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Can You Book That Book For Me?

April 15, 2009 Mohamad Hijazi 2 comments

Yesterday evening was quite a day.And by that I mean,that I discovered a facet of myself.Was scheduled to have an appointment over at Funan at 1830.I reached City Hall at 1700,right after my session of public speaking coaching with the girls at CHIJ.Several things came to mind as to how I could spend that one and a half hour,but I decided to prioritize.Off I went to have my late lunch at Long John Silver,over at Capitol building.Settled for Golden Deal with two chickens,with coleslaw added.As time passes,I am inclined to believe that either my eyes are failing me,or the chicken that they serve these days are getting smaller.Anyway,it is in my personal opinion,that the coleslaw offered at LJS,happens to be the best in those served at fast food joints.Second best is Tenderbest’s.I plonked myself in one of the seats so that I could face the windows,and watch the world pass me by as I ate.Scores of minahs and mats walked past.Most of the minahs,were eye candy.Visual feast,because it seemed like that they wanted their family jewels to pop out of their tight clothings.Ample cleavages showcased by girls barely old enough,to buy cigarettes.I was pertubed,because I never had those kind of girls whilst I was in secondary.Finished my meal in a record time of 25 minutes,and headed straight out to the building next to Capitol.

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Teach Me

The Chinese Olympics Women’s soccer team are good.My conclusion after watching them thrash Sweden 2 – 1.Heh.I’ve got a sickening feeling in my guts that says,that they might play even better than my social team,Redbacks.Talking about Redbacks,as I was scrimmaging through the pictures of my social team,over the years,I tried to recall how I was as a player.I think I was a fairly good player.Heheh.The thing is,my knee injury I believe is a God bless.Cause now,my thinking speed has to be faster than my running speed.Something needs to be compensated.

When I got home from my soccer session today,my lovely wife had plenty to relate to me about her working day.Frankly,I enjoy the days when she just has a lot to whine to me.I realize that when she has plenty to talk about her schooling day,it means that she has learned a few pointers in the school of Life.Sometimes,it’s about students.At times it’s about her colleagues,(teachers).Most times,it’s the system.Admittedly,I am not in that rightful liberty to comment on the capacity of the education industry,but I have certain views nevertheless.Coincidentally,Kai also commented to me about his day,in which he was suggestively reprimanded by the principal for his lack of conducted remedial lessons for his students.The exasperated look on Kai’s face said it all.I understood his logical reasoning,that remedial lessons are not necessarily the de facto reasons for a class’s grades to improve.I can vouch and attest to that.Remedial lessons are at best,another way,of keeping students in school,so that teachers can play a supervisory role whist working parents are not at home.Heh.The thing which I’ve noticed in recent years,is about the system of beliefs,schools have undertaken in their progress to be an educational validity.I reckon that schools these days are akin to a business entity.A business entity that has principals as the CEOs,and the various Departments and so forth,if you know what I mean.And teachers,believe it or not are like Marketing Executives.Or rather,they are being treated in the system as one.I’ve heard of occasions,(firsthand experience)where the CEOs,refer to students and parents,as the customers.How absurd is that?Because if that suggestion is believed,then it will entail that stupid credo of ,”The Customer Is Always Right”.I’m a non believer in that.Because,such emphasis will only serve to place detriment on the serving personnels aka teachers.If Principals aka CEOs truly believe in that credo,the first firing line he’ll shoot when “customers” are not happy,will be the “marketing executives”.And that is not right.

I miss those precious days,when teachers were revered for their position.When parents truly treat teachers as someone whom they entrust their children’s future with.When students feared,respect and loved teacher in accordance with the set of value systems the teacher had instilled.These days,a mildly reprimanded kid will be able subject his teacher to the humiliation of having his parents to come down and make a ruckus.Kids are freaking pampered.Get a life kid.They should be thanking their lucky stars that capital punishment is indeed banned.

Heh.Anyway,parents should not get too paranoid whenever a kid tells things.The fact is,the only reason why kids have to have teachers teach in school is because parents are not capable of teaching their kids,and the Government makes it compulsory.So what is the big deal?Kids and parents cannot be seen as customers.Customers whine too much.Customers complain too much.It’s in their nature as a customer to complain.I don’t quite like that idea.Students should be students.Parents should be parents.And let teachers do their jobs.

When I become a parent,I believe I will understand what the roles of a teacher,parent and student has to be.I may be concerned but I will never interfere in the pedagogies applied by teachers.Nor will I make it a point to rattle on to my kids’ teachers on how to teach or what to teach.In school,teachers assume the role of the educator.At home,it’s me and my family.It’s too much to expect out of a teacher to be teaching the values of life and academic lessons when they are merely payed so much.I believe they educate much more that what Anthony Robbins does,and yet he’s paid more.Unfair world.

Oh well,that is why,teaching is not my area of passion.Not because it is truly not my passion,but because I hate to be stifled by a system.Because a system,although organized,leads to a control restriction.Oftentimes,even if you have a breakthrough,you need the consenting approval of a board or party.Which in this case,might be the school itself.That is why there is perhaps merit in that idea,that one day,if Allah permits,I build a school with teachers just teaching their niche areas of interests,and I will not limit the methodologies employed to teach and educate.To make the teachers learn,whilst they teach.It’s a long shot dream,maybe when I have my own foundation.Amin.I’ll name it Hijazi’s Center Of World and Islamic learning.Wow.

Hehe.

And of course,office politics are rampant in such settings.I’ve done relief teaching before as an academic teacher before,and I’ve witnessed first hand of such things.But am too lazy to go into details.But the crux of the matter is,such things can indeed wear you down.I don’t really believe also in that ideal,where as the higher you go in rank,the lesser should be your scope of work.I believe leadership begins with example,and that is where you can truly say and be justified of your salary’s worth.I’ve had instances where my HOD went missing,just to have me cover on the context,that I’ll learn more this way.By doing her job,without her pay.Lucky thing,I’ve got that sentiment within me that says,I’m doing it for the love of the students.If not,I will definitely shove that learning experience up her ****.

I keep telling my wife,to be patient and at the same time,be transparent to the ongoings in school.The shenanigans can sometimes be tiring.Something like a never ending nightmare you never seem to wake up from,if you immerse yourself in the affairs of office politics.Singapore’s micro managing system can sometimes be best analogized as a grand “wayang” showcase.Full of hollow theatrics. If you know how to play your part well,you’ll go far.If you know what I mean.It’s just a pity that the system had to filtered to an education system also.Oh well.

Think at the end of it all,teachers will still be remembered.That’s the value of the career.The ability to impact and influence a life.Although teachers remain as the bridge between knowledge and students,their worth in our live should never be underestimated.It;s just that,in the demographics of an established system,teachers are commemorated by their years in service,and not the lives they touched.That’s the only down side.As my mum had always wished,that I be a teacher,I believe that I lack the decency and discipline to carry off such a responsibility.Maybe that’s what they say,everyone has a place in life.Only mine,is not in a school.

Cheers to teachers.(and my wife).Hehe.