Tears In Heaven

Would you know my name

If I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same
If I saw you in heaven?

I must be strong
And carry on,
'Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven.

Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven?
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven?

I'll find my way
Through night and day,
'Cause I know I just can't stay
Here in heaven.

Time can bring you down,
Time can bend your knees.
Time can break your heart,
Have you begging please, begging please.

Beyond the door,
There's peace I'm sure,
And I know there'll be no more
Tears in heaven.

Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same
If I saw you in heaven?

I must be strong
And carry on,
'Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven.

What kind of person are you? Or to put it simpler, what do you do when you are stuck in the middle of nowhere, with time on your hand.

Those people who loves music so much would take out their mp3 player, and enjoy the rhythm or the beat of the songs or music they prefer.

There are those people who couldn’t stay quiet for a minute and would take out their phone to call up someone, anyone. As long as it is someone he can speak to.

Also, there are those people who like to take out a scrap book out of nowhere and pen or a pencil, start drawing the things they see in front of them, or the things that they’ve been drawing halfway since maybe a week ago.

Some simply look for the nearest retail outlet to shop around.

There are many other types around too.

For me, shopping around is one of my preferred choice. Especially when I am in town for that purpose but waiting for company to arrive, the mood is just there.

For the rest of the other time though, like in the bus, waiting for train, waiting for food to arrive at my table, etc. When I am alone, I like to at the things around me. It is of course, always the same. The same place I eat everyday during lunch break, the same window with the same view. The same kind of sunlight and mild heat, that touches my skin when I sit by the window.

Although everything is the same, the things that come to my mind are somewhat different every day. It is nothing about creativity. It is just plain imagination, and probably a bit of playfulness.

Sometimes I was wondering, if the river down there is as clean and blue as a pool’s water. Wouldn’t it be nice if people can swim there on their way to work or on their way home after work? Having a few of those plastic adjustable sun tan chairs around, and maybe a mini bar for refreshments too.

Sometimes I will be thinking, if the same river brings a tsunami in. (although impossible) How many people would die there? Will it reach the kopitiam? Will anyone get electrocuted because of the amount of electricity there is in a shopping mall, and water happens to be a good conductor of electricity. Would there be more people that will flood to death, or would there be more that will be electrocuted to death. Or actually, they’ll all die upon the impact of tsunami itself, no time for drowning.

At times there are other different kinds of thoughts that flood through my mind like a comic flash. Some are better left unsaid.

And what if, the moon comes out in the day, and the sun at night. Out of the logic way, the sun is the dim light with enough heat to feel comfortable at night. And the moon is a satellite that gives you a slight cooling touch when the moonlight shines upon you. How nice.

If shooting starts are not stones but a bunch of silvery powdery substance, and one day it hits the river at Clarke quay, filling up the whole river with the silver substance. Making it shine so much that vivid pictures can be taken from one of those satellites floating around our planet. How beautiful.

There are so many, so many thoughts that pass through my mind each day. I haven’t got time to write it down. Some beautiful, some not so, some delightful, some refreshing, and some seriousness too. Most of the time, I quickly forget about them. If only my memory capacity is infinite. I would really like to draw all these scenes I’ve imagine down. That is of coz, if I have the ability to draw nicely in the first place.

So now you know. Sometimes when I look space out in the middle of anything, my mind is running wild again…

Many times, people mistook this look on my face as unfriendly or unapproachable. I am really just spacing out…