Get Here

I was reading Aiz‘s blog about how she and her hubby, Din, carried pails of fresh water from the neighbour’s well to her father-in-law’s house because the area has been without water supply for the past week or so, and it reminds me of my childhood, whenever I was back at my maternal grandparents’ home.

There has never been piped water supplied to the house until mid-90s, and electricity first made its debut there in the mid-80s albeit a 12-hour daily supply from 7pm till 7am. So our daily routine there was to fetch water for the kitchen early in the morning, then again in the afternoon, and later in the evening. By 6pm , we would be filling up the kerosene tanks of the lamps and fire them up at 7pm. My cousin, Harry, and I would play with the rat-traps to see who has the fastest reaction: to pull away the hand before the trap fires. And we would end up with lots of minyak kambing gurun on our hands as we’d have those trap marks and wounds on our hands. We would throw stones at water buffaloes just so that they would chase after us, and we would run like hell either clamber up a tree, or jump into the nearby river. Of course, being in the kampung meant that I got away from punishments – but of course, my grandma would be screaming at us.

How I miss those days…carefree, no responsibilities, and life’s all fun.

After both my grandparents passed away back in 1998, I no longer had a kampung to go back to. No more well-water, no more being chased by water buffaloes. And now we’re in our 40s,

Aiz has this song as the background music for her blog. It’s retro but an evergreen. When I listened to it again on her blog, it reminds me of only one person, who awaits my return every single day.

Baby and I

Here is the live version of the song, enjoy.

Get Here – Oleta Adams – Various Artists

You can reach me by railway, you can reach me by trailway
You can reach me on an airplane, you can reach me with your mind
You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man
I don’t care how you get here, just – get here if you can

You can reach me by sail boat, climb a tree and swing rope to rope
Take a sled and slide down the slope, into these arms of mine
You can jump on a speedy colt, cross the border in a blaze of hope
I don’t care how you get here, just – get here if you can

There are hills and mountains between us
Always something to get over
If I had my way, surely you would be closer
I need you closer

You can windsurf into my life, take me up on a carpet ride
You can make it in a big balloon, but you better make it soon
You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man
I don’t care how you get here, just – get here if you can

I don’t care how you get here, just — get here if – you can.

One Full Circle

On 4th September of last year, someone commented on my blog for the first time. That was the beginning of a great friendship, somewhat platonic, great nonetheless. Since then, we’ve gone through turbulent times that have seen us both hurt by people who made promises to us and so on but took us for granted, but as I’ve written before this, we’ve always been there for each other, consoling the other. Somehow, we’ve always had each other to turn to.

We are now an item. We started going out six months after we first met, and it has been ten months since that day during the fasting month.

And it’s almost a year since my terrible times. I believe my life has come to a full circle. I can only love her more each day, and each day I find it harder to live a day without her.

And it is about time that I ask her to spend the rest of her life with me, through thick and thin, come what may.

What say my friends?