lunes, enero 07, 2008

Fortune plant

A few days before year-end, my father excitedly asked me one morning whether my digicam had some battery power left. I did not understand the question at first because he would normally have nothing to do with the digicam. But as I would find out at that very moment, the Fortune plant standing right outside our house had started to bear some flowers so he wanted me to photograph it. He believes that the flowers are a sign of luck because Fortune plants are not known to bear flowers, and if they ever do, it would have taken them many years to produce the tiniest sprout. In fact, in our case, we had to wait for at least 18 years.

Apart from my father, our Chinese neighbor was quick to point out with a knowing smile spread all over her face that the flowers indeed could mean good luck. If she and my father are both correct, then the fact that my father got three out of six numbers right in yesterday's lottery (he would usually get none of them right) and that he won P1,000 for himself was the start of this so-called "good" luck. So now, elated over the lottery results, he seems more confident than ever to continue betting in the lottery until the day that he bags the jackpot.

I'm not exactly superstitious but I have something in my heart that I truly desire. The Plant knows what it is.

miércoles, enero 02, 2008

A quiet day

The only reminder that today is my birthday, aside from my having to buy a Goldilocks cake before coming to work this morning, is the slew of greetings I've been receiving in my mobile. It all started on New Year's eve, when a friend of mine in the neighborhood got drunk and announced in his booming voice on the videoke microphone that the store owner who lives on our street had set up outside his house, that hey everybody, January 2 is Tony's birthday! Some 12 hours after that, when the clock was a few minutes away from January 2, another neighbor followed suit by messaging me happy birthday, apparently wanting to be the first one to send me her greetings. Some four minutes after the clock had struck 12 midnight, my mobile beeped again with a message from another friend asking for a birthday treat.

When I arrived in the office this morning, I was expecting today to be an ordinary day, quiet, calm and without unnecessary fuss, because for a long time I'd been celebrating this occasion in a sort of low-profile way. That's probably because celebrating your birthday at the tail-end of the holidays is an anti-climax. And so today has been rather quiet, just as I wanted, with only a small cake to somehow mark the occasion in the office, except that my mobile has been getting quite a lot of birthday greetings. In Spain, I would receive about three or four greetings in my email or mobile. But since this morning, messages have been coming in even from people I did not expect would mark this date on their calendars. That's actually great and something to be thankful for.

It reminds you, for better or for worse, that you are in your country.