No Ordinary Friday
July 15th, 2005 -- Posted in movies, old blogs, rants | No Comments »How many times have we actually watch the night sky long enough to notice how one can recognize one’s homeland by the color of the sky? I wouldn’t have noticed this until I witnessed how Alex, in the movie Good Bye Lenin!, tried to paint the night sky outside his bedridden mother’s window the same socialist color she was accustomed to, but failed to realized that no matter how ill or weak, she could still notice the difference.
After the movie, I stepped out to the balcony and stared hard at the night sky. Only then did I realized that I actually miss the sky at the other end of the world. Boston night sky was clearer and was always accompanied by inviting cool gusts. What I see tonight at Bukit Timah hill is covered by the dark red clouds, with some light breezes of warm tropical air. After a little comparison, I decided that I’m still used to this sky at home. The same night sky I first noticed when I started dating and shared with my first date. The same night sky that I watched while hugging my rifle and my buddy snored next to me on the wet forest ground. The same night sky that I shared my glass of wine with some great friends while the ballet performances went on. No matter how humid the air is, as it is tonight as any other nights, or how star-less it turns out for most nights, it is still the night sky of home. This can never be replaced by any clearer sky, not even the one in Boston nor in Melbourne.
This might not be the same color as the sky that Alex saw when he watched the fireworks. It might not remind me of the same devotion that he held to keep the dream alive for his mom. It is, however, the kind of sky I can look up to when encountering unanswered doubts and remind myself that there is no greater worry than not being able to see this sky again… when I eventually have to shut my eyes. This is my sky…
