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.

8 Replies to “Get Here”

  1. tunggu apa lagi…… cepat…. let us knw first ha… have to apply leava ohhh….

  2. Aiz…we’ll let you know…because you kena jadi my family member…hahahaha!

    Sayang…you karaoke pegang mike lain :p

  3. Lagi-lagi cakap pasal karaoke.
    Tak salah I lagu ni kat Yow Chuan ada la.
    Tapi kena tunggu Komar gak….

  4. Takde, dari dulu lagi dah check…. kat Yowchuan takde, kat tempat karaoke mahal hari tu pun takde… Red Box maybe got la… tanya Komar…

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