Friends who read my blog got a little concerned with my recent posts; as I looked through them again myself, I couldn’t help but agree that I sounded like a whiner who is desperate for love. That set me on thinking mode, I started to think about relationships I had in the past.

I do not know how can I deliver this without sounding like I was bragging, but I did realize I was never short of dates and girlfriends in the last 20 years; I had my first “girlfriend” when I was 14. Even without counting in those puppy loves I had during my school years, I have dated more than a dozen of girls in my adulthood. Read rest of story…

Is to have something so totally look forward to.

“Watching you walk out of my life does not make me bitter or cynical about love. But rather makes me realize that if I wanted so much to be with the wrong person how beautiful it will be when the right one comes along.”

- Dedicated to those with broken heart

Because without one, men would have gone ahead and done all the things they thought it was right to do. They would make all the wrong turnings without checking the map. They would spend all the money on something they thought it was right to spend on. They would even start to kill each other; and when men start to kill each other, there will not be many men left at the end of the day, much less for successful men. So that is why, there is, or rather, there has to be a woman behind every successful man.

Now I wonder why men is called “men” and women is called “women”, when I thought it should be the other way round. Men are simply incomplete without women.

When we wanted something really badly, we would start to pray for it and hope that it will be given to us. Sometimes, if not more than often, we did not get what we prayed for, we started to blame God for not hearing our prayers. I used to do that a lot.

If you remember Jim Carrey in Bruce Almighty — I was like him. When things did not turn out right, I blamed God. When luck wasn’t on my side, I blamed God. When I didn’t get what I wanted, I blamed God. When I had nothing to blame, I blamed God. When I felt like blaming something, again, I blamed God. Read rest of story…

As I typed the title above, I recalled I once did the same during my previous birthday, I think that was 8 years ago, when I was celebrating (34-8=26) years old. Seems like certain things don’t change.

Anyway, I’ll be celebrating my 34th birthday in another 2 1/2 hours time. Every year I get depressed when it comes to celebrating my birthday. Not that I feel I’m another year older, but because I still don’t find myself as good as I had wished to be.

I felt worst on my 30th birthday, I thought I should be a millionaire by then, but I hadn’t become one.

I felt equally bad on my 32nd birthday, I thought I should be married and have my first kid then, but it didn’t happen.

This year, I was hoping to throw a big birthday bash and have whole bunch of people coming to my party and make me feel like a superstar. But I have decided instead, to go home and spend my birthday with people whom I care a lot.

I have decided to stop wishing for people to do something for me, to make me happy. I have learned, true happiness is when you can make others happy. And I know I will surely be happy this year. Happy birthday to me.