The Quest for a Perfect Gift
Is there such thing as a perfect gift?
Lunch conversations often end where they start - the question, multiplied; while group discussions dampen the most eager spirit with the ability to drift miles away off course.
Amid assignments, meetings, high-strung bosses, erratic holiday drivings, and something which is far more challenging than all of the afore-mentioned items - commonly known as dinner, I needed to find time to think about a perfect gift.
First and foremost, it must be something HE likes, such as:
Watches. Rarely has we seen him without a wrist watch, so I guess he must love them. He wore one when he was young, he wears one now. He wears one when he’s happy, he wears them sad. He wears them hip, he wears them cool… He wears watches onscreen, and off.
They all look nice, but if you intend to ask me about models and brand names, I am afraid I will disappoint you, for I would not know the answer.
But learning about models and brand names for watches was the least of my problem. I was struggling to figure out what message I’m sending off in a wrapped watch box. Not much, except “Gallen, your time is… running out!” Where is the subtlety? Lols.
How about ties?
Assumption: To Gallen, ties are and only are collectibles.
How can I be sure that stated assumption is accurate? I couldn’t, could I? There went the ties!
Well, enough fooling around. Let me confess! I have no intention of buying Gallen a gift, and simply wanted to show off some of his rather nice photos.
A gift to someone special must come from the heart. There isn’t anything “off-the-shelf” that fits such description.
I attempted an MV, but tune after tune came out melancholic. Teresa Teng’s “The Moon Represents my Heart” and Toto’s “I Won’t Hold You Back” are hardly appropriate for a birthday celebration. [And who to blame except the birthday boy himself?]
I turned then to a twinkle star…
A sincere wish!
Happy Birthday to you!






























