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1. Lifetime supply of reading materials from the cheesy ones to the metaphysical booboo.

2. Lifetime supply of choice movies and music (non-pirated of course)

3. An all-expenses paid trip around the world especially NEW ZEALAND, SPAIN, ITALY, EGYPT, and EASTERN EUROPE.

4. An all-expenses paid trip to any Philippine destination

5. Shopping spree worth *kaching-kaching*

6. Franchise and investments worth *kaching-kaching*

The things mentioned above are just material and completely useless trifles. I can live without them but a girl can dream right?

But there are actually two gifts that I wanna receive from very special individuals. I don't know who they may be but trust all creations they'll never ever be forgotten.

MUSIC BOX with a dancing girl or a rotating object

I know its probably the most useless object on the planet but if heartily given, and especially with profound reason, a simple music box (with rotating thingie) goes a long way.

GLOBE - huge, updated and definitely not inflatable

Another worthless thing you might add. How would you like to travel to an unfamiliar place with no recollection whatsoever on that area's topography? I've been a geography buff (not that exceptional though) and touring world through a big round metal globe is a major stress reliever.

Now that my birthday's in three days, let me spare myself from having to be humble while everybody else asks what I want for my 22nd year. Oh yeah, I 'm getting old. I'm 22 but still in college. While most of my original batchmates are busy counting their salaries or happily engaging in talks about their latest company excursion, I'm stuck here in the campus by the sea, forcibly waiting for the end. The end of my life as an undergrad. With my grades down the drain (I got my first and hopefully my last 1.8 last sem), the feedback I've been hearing, and my habitual procrastination, I wouldn't be surprised to see myself punching cards in dilapidated buildings in a small unchartered town.

I'm not really worried, just concerned. About anything that could happen from the very anniversary of my birth to the moment when I finally conquer the Luce Lobby with 200 or so other aspiring members of the labor force. I'm slightly disappointed that at age 22, I'm still thinking about paying my dues and completing an INC when I'm supposed to be yakking about postponed meetings with bigshot clients.

I'm getting old, with no specific goals. Goals will always be there but finding the right directions is becoming a problem. No matter how Gabriel Garcia Marquez states that Aging isn't how old you are but how old you feel, I feel ancient and useless, drowning in a shallow pond with partly myself to blame.