tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post8083347725535716067..comments2024-01-27T19:41:05.143+08:00Comments on Nuraina A Samad's 3540 Jalan Sudin: Tuesdays With BapakNURAINA A SAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07671206532110686716noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-32266809437400905642010-12-07T11:44:09.808+08:002010-12-07T11:44:09.808+08:00Hi :)Hi :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-80661500880394405242007-08-06T13:27:00.000+08:002007-08-06T13:27:00.000+08:00Kak Ena ..I remember the one time my Dad really wh...Kak Ena ..<BR/><BR/>I remember the one time my Dad really whack me for going swimming in the river (one of my fav things to do!! .. hehe :):)) <BR/><BR/>Mummy has an uncanny way to tell whether I had gone swimming in the rivers. She will spot whitish sand residues near my fingernails .. and naturally, my wet pants gave everything away, too!! <BR/><BR/><BR/>Daddy & Mummy is angry because they are worried that I might get into a mishap.<BR/><BR/>That's the worse beating I've ever gotten from my Dad .. & I quickly ran to my Grandpa who started scolding both my Dad & my Mum .. Yes!! Being the only son .. I was dotted upon .. & protected by my Grandpa.<BR/><BR/>Everybody ended up crying during that episode & I was guilt ridden for weeks .. :) :)<BR/><BR/>Yep! I was truly spoilt rotten!! I felt so sorry for everything .. but then, being kids .. it was quickly forgotten & I was back to my `old' ways!!the Razzlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01466156618987237192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-65348008480491518392007-08-03T01:06:00.000+08:002007-08-03T01:06:00.000+08:00Hi Mekyam,so sorry to hear about your (and hubby's...Hi Mekyam,<BR/><BR/>so sorry to hear about your (and hubby's) sad loss.<BR/><BR/>you're in Austria. Lovely.<BR/>now that you've mentioned it, yes.. i'm trying to remember -- did the colonel ever hold a cane as the kids stood in line?<BR/>aah...but the von trapp kids are, angelic...nein?<BR/><BR/>we all turned out ok -- unrotaned.<BR/>good to hear from you, Mekyam.<BR/>take care!<BR/><BR/>Coming to Malaysia Hari Raya nanti?NURAINA A SAMADhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07671206532110686716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-22001957784083105562007-08-03T00:32:00.000+08:002007-08-03T00:32:00.000+08:00Hi Ena,Am across continent due to a sad close fami...Hi Ena,<BR/><BR/>Am across continent due to a sad close family loss on my hub's side.<BR/><BR/>Love this charming entry. <BR/><BR/>Coincidently, being where I am right now (in the lands of "the hills are alive..."), this line <I>"Bapak lined us all up, anyway, and waved the cane"</I> is reminiscent of Col. Van Trapp to me.<BR/><BR/>Btw, I too grew up an unrotaned but not too rotten kid, I think. Thankfully God let my easy-going parents off easy because unwittingly our lifestyle saw to it that I got most of my rough-edges smoothed off me in time to join the adult world without being a danger to others and to myself.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-24257195881546864042007-08-01T23:32:00.000+08:002007-08-01T23:32:00.000+08:00Sesat,oooh....ouch. I can already feel the pain fr...Sesat,<BR/><BR/>oooh....ouch. I can already feel the pain from the cane.<BR/><BR/>well, you came out of all that none the worse.<BR/>yes... strange that the other 2 girls did not get caned..<BR/><BR/>anyway, thatks for joining us in TWB...NURAINA A SAMADhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07671206532110686716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-37730775110033305472007-08-01T22:24:00.000+08:002007-08-01T22:24:00.000+08:00My father was the complete opposite of your Bapak,...My father was the complete opposite of your Bapak, he was all bite and no bark. The paternal cane was my tormentor until my late teens. He used the cane on the boys as well but never on his 2 other daughters, strange kan?<BR/><BR/>Like Wanshana, I get this warm fuzzy feeling reading this week's TWB.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for sharing Nuraina.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-79959612770771628552007-08-01T21:46:00.000+08:002007-08-01T21:46:00.000+08:00delara: thank you for writing in. i am so sorry to...delara: thank you for writing in. i am so sorry to hear about your father's illness. i pray that he will get better and survive the cancer. <BR/> see you just started to sign as a blogger. do start blogging as you have so much to write.<BR/>parents are fierce in their own way and they discipline their kid in the way they know best. <BR/>you see...you find what i write interesting and i find what you write interesting. <BR/>i hope u visit again and find something in my life that you can relate to.<BR/>and i hope that i can read something in your very own blog.<BR/>thanks again.<BR/><BR/>adik: kak ton was very garang as most eldest/second eldest kakaks are wont to be.<BR/>but later, when we got older, when she could communicate with us, she was real cool.<BR/>can't blame her-lah. we were really really naughty. we played with her shoes until they were so worn out that she could not wear them on her dates with Abang Ani.<BR/><BR/>mutalib: thank you. life was like that for many of us in those days. i think also parents are faced with different problems and challenges today. and kids are so different today.<BR/>i deal with my kids quite differently from the way my parents dealt with me, although there are some common threads, some common values i expect my kids to uphold.NURAINA A SAMADhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07671206532110686716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-3165612331642012442007-08-01T19:48:00.000+08:002007-08-01T19:48:00.000+08:00yes. NOT only to his children, but also to his ora...yes. NOT only to his children, but also to his orang bawahs. As being said many times.<BR/><BR/>at least, despite of being garang, he would still care to give the 'kasih sayang' to all of you. from that books, comics, sing along...ah.<BR/><BR/>i personally salute the way your Bapak taught your siblings when you were growing. let's compare it today...all kids are 'over spoon fed' by their parents...and once they are grown up, the fight back..<BR/><BR/>that akai radio...used to have it as well..it was so big and long lasting..<BR/><BR/>i just read the supplement from Berita Harian yesterday, and it features your Bapak. Very interesting. Got to know him better.<BR/><BR/>take care.mutalib saifuddinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12938555482081358576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-14819627600987813072007-08-01T17:30:00.000+08:002007-08-01T17:30:00.000+08:00Kak EnaAyo! Your kak ton tere one huh. Panggil mat...Kak Ena<BR/><BR/>Ayo! Your kak ton tere one huh. <BR/><BR/>Panggil matron teringat matron hospital pula.<BR/><BR/>Why she so garang? Is she also garang with her children?<BR/><BR/>I have an elder sister who is also garang. Rumah mesti sentiasa kemas. Kalau tidak habis adik-adik kena marah. Mak tak marah tapi dia yang lebih.<BR/><BR/>Sori kak ton, cuma nak tahu aje.<BR/><BR/>Jangan mare!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-42817824784214796882007-08-01T16:29:00.000+08:002007-08-01T16:29:00.000+08:00hi nuraina,this is the first time i'm writing in t...hi nuraina,<BR/><BR/>this is the first time i'm writing in to you although i'm hooked on your blog (especially your "tuesdays with bapak" writings) since i first laid eyes on it soon after you started blogging<BR/><BR/>not that i haven't wanted to before...but the sheer eloquent of some of the comments on the blog had dettered me somehow...maybe because most of the commentors have journalism background or something similar<BR/><BR/>not many people write about their fathers...i don't know why...you're unique that way, dedicating one day of the week just for your dad - so it seems we share one similar passion, we love to talk about our fathers, any one who knows me know i've always had some stories to tell about my father...<BR/><BR/>i guess it made me especially want to write about my father because there is that possibility, lurking in my family's future, that we may lose him, we are living on borrowed times with him - he was diagnosed with cancer earlier this year, he's fighting it, his prognosis is good but God only knows...<BR/><BR/>anyway why i wrote in, is to share with you and your readers, my 'history' of caning with my father - like most people i guess we were scared of our father more than our mother even though my mother was our usual discplinarian, i guess she's like the class teacher, we only get to see the head master if we are way out of line...at least when i was schooling those days<BR/><BR/>we didn't have a cane in the house, she would use my father's belt (not the thick police belt my father used as part of his uniform back then, although that was my father's ultimate "reward" for crossing the lines...), the cloth hangers (the thin plastic coated wire ones), if these two failed, to make us (mostly us mean me and my middle brother,i'm the eldest and an only gal but i got whacked the most...and i never got them out of the goodness of my heart,my own 'un-doing's...ha ha ha) tow the line she would lit fire under our fingers and finally if that still didn't work, she would submerged our heads under the water...until we gasped for air...which happenend like once or twice during my childhood in case you guys are shocked, of course that was the ultimate with her, her last resort...i used to tell her, if there was a scan line back then you could be reported...for abusing your own children...<BR/><BR/>of course when the occasions arised where my father had to use his offcial belt, the pain was horrible...but the funny thing was just as soon as he punished us, he'd put ointment on our bruises and wheals...much to my chagrin because like you Nuraina, most of my class mates never had the same experience and i had distinct morbid pleasure showing my bruises the very next day to my class mates to be admired at...he'd even put oitment on my eyes once, when he came home from work and saw me sleeping with my eyes swollen...he even scolded my mother for making me bawled my eyes out, my mother asked him was it her fault i didn't chose to stop crying when she refused to give me her brand new watch and instead continued at it one whole day??? that story has a happy ending, but that's for another day<BR/><BR/>my father wasn't fierce looking, didn't have loud booming voice but just "wait until i tell your father..." was at times enough to stop us in our tracks, the same as..."ask your father..."...we know it always meant case closed, end of discussion...<BR/><BR/>i don't really know if our parents or teachers (that trick of putting towels to cushion your buttocks only works for unsuspecting father like yours...most school teachers would have caught on, and you'd get whacked more and harder for it...ha ha ha) for that matter had spared the rods on us, would we become what we are now...professionals in our own rights...hmm...maybe not my brothers, they'd turned alright no matter what...me?...that's a scary thought...delarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10542133036698029725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-87500781449790769352007-08-01T14:34:00.000+08:002007-08-01T14:34:00.000+08:00kak ton: Now I know.... Bapak never thought it was...kak ton: Now I know.... Bapak never thought it was Mak. i got it all wrong. Mak covered for you! heheheh...the matron, yes and you know who taught us to call you that? Arwah Ompong! He was always on our side when you'd come home from school and got so angry to see you shoes all over the place, your lipstick half gone, your perfume on the bed...heheh...best nyeee<BR/>I think those were the times Bapak would lose his cool -- when his books were misplaced.<BR/>Bapak taught us to respect books, magazines, well...printed materials. <BR/>i think i take it too far. I just don;t throw away printed stuff..most printed materials anyway.<BR/>there's a downside to that, obviously.<BR/><BR/>Mat Salo: brother....i look at you and I see so much warmth emanating from within. <BR/>how you talk about your little girl. <BR/>actually that was the only time Bapak ever held the cane..any cane.<BR/>he believes in sparing the rod, esentially.<BR/>but you know-lah Bapak has a fierce face. <BR/>in fact, bapak has one rule -- he wants to meet all our friends -- boy or girl. so he'd know who we hung out with. so if we cared for our friends, we'd not want to get them in trouble with my folks.<BR/>so my parents got to know most, if not, all our friends. i'd bring my friends home from school and they;d join us for lunch. it was like that during my college days. i'd bring my friends who were from out-of-town home for weekends and holidays.<BR/><BR/>brother, daughters adore their fathers... that i can tell you.NURAINA A SAMADhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07671206532110686716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-45465669563118432722007-08-01T13:41:00.000+08:002007-08-01T13:41:00.000+08:00Boleh tak Kak Ena, one day nak meet your Daddy-O f...Boleh tak Kak Ena, one day nak meet your Daddy-O for mano-e-mano.. To impart his wisdom to me lah on raising daughters. I was recently blessed with one... and looking at your sisters and you I am filled with admiration. He must've gotten it right, softie or not. No, he wasn't a softie, I don't think so.. but he knew what was required to extract the best from everybody - his underlings at NST included. Hello Rocky?<BR/><BR/>These things we never get to learn in school, Kak Ena.Mat Salohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13660319094415586065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-19239905057352441952007-08-01T12:44:00.000+08:002007-08-01T12:44:00.000+08:00Ena: I'm not sure if Kak Ton was with us. But I re...Ena: I'm not sure if Kak Ton was with us. But I remember Abang Med, Kak Olin, Kak Eda and I were there. Perhaps, little Azah too. Not too sure about Kamal. I think he was just a baby.<BR/><BR/>===================================<BR/><BR/>Nope, I was spared. Was already a teenager.<BR/><BR/>The age gap between me and Kak Olin - who is the eldest of the second batch of Bapak's children - is five years.<BR/><BR/>Kak Olin was born in December 1953 abt nine months after Bapak's release from detention, his second under the British.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-85867145947641089962007-08-01T12:22:00.000+08:002007-08-01T12:22:00.000+08:00Ena,I always got into trouble with Bapak for just ...Ena,<BR/><BR/>I always got into trouble with Bapak for just rearranging his things.<BR/><BR/>You move a book or a file and he would immediately notice something is amiss.<BR/><BR/>You know me kan? The matron of the house, tak boleh nampak rumah berserak sikit, tangan ni gatal nak betulkan benda-benda yang menyakitkan mata.<BR/><BR/>Yes, that’s what Ena & my sisters called me “The Matron” because I would scream at them whenever they made a mess in the house. They would play in the dining room turning the table into their pondok by covering it with a bed sheet and “main masak-masak” underneath it. The terrible trio – Olin, Eda & Ena – used to drive me up the wall.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, remember our house in Jalan Lembah where the living room is separated from the dining room by a divider? That divider (with shelves) was meant for putting books, encyclopedia, knick-knacks and decorative items. However, for Bapak the shelves were JUST for his books and office papers. And, it didn’t matter how they were arranged.<BR/><BR/>What an eyesore. I just couldn’t bear to see “the mess”. I’d leave them as they were until it became unbearable then I would arrange the files, papers, books and all neatly and in order.<BR/><BR/>The moment Bapak came back from office, he immediately noticed the files & papers weren’t in their place when he left for work.<BR/><BR/>“Atonnn” he screamed. “Ini mesti kerja si Aton. Mana kau letak barang-barang Bapak?”<BR/><BR/>I pointed him to his books and papers which I had rearranged neatly. “Jangan nak pandai-pandai kemas barang Bapak. Faham?,” he said annoyed and angry.<BR/><BR/>When Bapak was still mobile he would do his work in the library. When the table in the library had gathered enough mess, he‘d move to the dining room bringing along his typewriter, papers, books, newspapers and newspaper cuttings. So the dining table became another of his work area. <BR/><BR/>In fact, the whole house was an extension of his office. Enter the house, and you couldn’t help but noticed newspaper and magazines of sorts on the sofa and stack of newspapers.<BR/><BR/>Nobody dared touched his things. I asked Nina kenapa tak kemas? “Nak kena tengking? Macam tak tau perangai Bapak.”<BR/><BR/>Now Bapak stays most of the time in bed. The house is tidier. The living room looks like what it should be. So is the dining room.<BR/><BR/>But I do miss the old house with bapak’s books & newspapers strewn around...a house which is a reflection of the man that he is.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-46909786426886773312007-08-01T10:43:00.000+08:002007-08-01T10:43:00.000+08:00Tony (Alliedmarster): your girls love you. and bec...Tony (Alliedmarster): <BR/>your girls love you. and becos they adore you, they;d not want to make you upset.<BR/>so, dont worry.... the cane is for "show"... in fact, you can just keep it in the cupboard.<BR/><BR/>my word! they have a great daddy, man!NURAINA A SAMADhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07671206532110686716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-81020167760683733942007-08-01T09:24:00.000+08:002007-08-01T09:24:00.000+08:00Hi Kak Ena,I guess some Fathers really have to put...Hi Kak Ena,<BR/><BR/>I guess some Fathers really have to put on a show eh?<BR/>Thanks for sharing, can't help but reflect on the way I treat my girls.<BR/>I have used the cane, and felt that as children, they need to know that I am there to keep them in line. <BR/>Come to think of it, kids being kids, they just want to run around all the time, so I guess, because we don't have trees and a big garden for them to run around, the only alternative is to bug the parents!<BR/><BR/>Will try to remember your dad's technique, as I see he did a great job!Alliedmartsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10357969467864611310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-49068842278686938342007-08-01T03:14:00.000+08:002007-08-01T03:14:00.000+08:00XXX: i don;t know... really i dont believe in usin...XXX: i don;t know... really i dont believe in using the rod. but i suppose to each, his own.<BR/><BR/><BR/>basree: oh yes... in boys' school, the cane is a teacher's best tool.<BR/>and tak solat Jumaat is a caneable offence in many schools..NURAINA A SAMADhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07671206532110686716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-26032774348995551932007-08-01T03:09:00.000+08:002007-08-01T03:09:00.000+08:00Ibu: actually. i love je comic pages. never missed...Ibu: actually. i love je comic pages. never missed them. sundays were he best.<BR/><BR/>and how are you? dah balik rumah dah?<BR/>hmmm...i'm sure being taken good care of!<BR/><BR/>kea: wah! clever-lah kea... i think most kids now dah pandai sembunyikan or buang rotan...NURAINA A SAMADhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07671206532110686716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-31023301304141985662007-07-31T23:43:00.000+08:002007-07-31T23:43:00.000+08:00Oh yeah, i forgot to add.Actually, the missing rot...Oh yeah, i forgot to add.<BR/>Actually, the missing rotans was my doing.<BR/>I think you already know this mama.<BR/>heheh..alah it only cost 20cents dulu.<BR/>Yes, my parents bought the rotans in front of me. Everytime i throw it away that is.Keanorlinsyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06961717299738204530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-42348982667887225602007-07-31T23:39:00.000+08:002007-07-31T23:39:00.000+08:00Aunty Ena,my dad is one of those who were called s...Aunty Ena,<BR/>my dad is one of those who were called senapang bambu.<BR/>Until now, i still have little cousins who would run away in his presence or babies who would cry when they see him.<BR/><BR/>As for the cane, haha! I use to have that in my home too. But since its so hard to find in time of need, mama will use the hanger instead. Ahhh memory flashback. Abah, well he never did. he's a softie towards his kids too. His silence or 'that' look is enough to indicate his annoyance or disagreement over something.<BR/><BR/>Btw, nak mencari buku in ur house senangla adik-beradik ramai. as for myself, if one loses something..find it yourself. Except mama (who most of the time MISPLACE her spectacles), she will ask me or abah to find it for her.Keanorlinsyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06961717299738204530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-86720511591438684342007-07-31T23:31:00.000+08:002007-07-31T23:31:00.000+08:00Kak Ena, memang betul ada orang beli paper untuk b...Kak Ena, memang betul ada orang beli paper untuk baca kartun. Or rather, baca kartun first. Hehehe... <BR/><BR/>So very true la, mothers get away easily with their pinch & smacking. <BR/><BR/>But if my bapak and my kid's ayah started calling for order, that was it la .... when all in all, it's just their deep voice and nothing more.IBUhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07000715887814161911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-70893657279497894892007-07-31T21:42:00.000+08:002007-07-31T21:42:00.000+08:00I grew up most with my mother since my dad passed ...I grew up most with my mother since my dad passed away when I was 9. She never used cane to dicipline me. But I can't forget the rotan (thick long ruler actually!)I received from my teacher at the hostel when I was in Form 4. But me and my friends deserved it. We didn't go for Friday prayer that day!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-55489772165042767772007-07-31T19:31:00.000+08:002007-07-31T19:31:00.000+08:00Nuraina,The cane. We should bring back the cane, p...Nuraina,<BR/><BR/>The cane. We should bring back the cane, put it in the teacher's hand, and tell him or her to take care of our kids and cane them if necessary. We need discipline. The problem with some teachers is that with the cane in their hands, they run amok. You don't need a golfer's swing with the cane, as your dad demonstrated. A tap with the cane and a lesson is learnt. It's not the pain, it's the shame. Kids these days know no shame. Some teachers are a pain.<BR/><BR/>xxxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-7107216555078145152007-07-31T17:35:00.000+08:002007-07-31T17:35:00.000+08:00zai,i don't think people keep canes now. do people...zai,<BR/>i don't think people keep canes now. do people cane their children?<BR/>i know i don't believe in it at all. <BR/>thank God, I don't see a need for it. I wouldnt know whether i'd need one if my kids were really more than nakal.<BR/><BR/>a long time ago, there was a kind of food court in old PJ called Taman Selera. I'm not sure whether it is still there. Then, there was Medan Selera in section 14, PJ. When we moved to section 16, Medan Selera was where we'd head for....the best satay, lontong, curry laksa, assam laksa, roast chicken...<BR/>now,dah tak ada...<BR/>thanks, zai for visiting.NURAINA A SAMADhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07671206532110686716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38530403.post-40937123332069870772007-07-31T17:16:00.000+08:002007-07-31T17:16:00.000+08:00rocky (ahirudin attan):oh yes... i remember that. ...rocky (ahirudin attan):<BR/>oh yes... i remember that. i know you were quite terkejut that Bapak pointed that out to you. you didnt quite expect that he'd notice the change.<BR/>yeah...i didnt either. we had taken our readers for granted.<BR/>ah-hah... i can imagine the expletives that spewed forth....<BR/>thanks for taking me back..NURAINA A SAMADhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07671206532110686716noreply@blogger.com