Birthday doesn't mean shit when you are 23 years old. Sure it was a big deal when we were kids and it is gonna be a big whoop if pushing 100 years old. But, it is sure as hell doesn't mean anything now.

When you hit 23 years mark and you see your friends got married, you're gonna be happy for 'em at first. But as you look at their freaking wedding photo album in your boxer while eating crunchy kerepek pisang in Facebook, you're gonna start asking some questions to yourself.

What am I doing in my life? Why am I still single? Why can't I just meet a girl and fucking marry her? Why am I looking at these damn photos in my boxer? Why am I eating these damn kerepek in my boxer? As a matter of fact, why am I feeling sappy? Why am I watching My Girl drama series back after I felt certain I was over Korean dramas. Why? Por que? I'm a man for god sake. Men conceal sadness by beating the shit out of each other, kicking a ball around with 10 other men and talk shit about women. Haha.

This year, I will be celebrating Forever Alone day again. It feels good to be a part of special day that celebrates the fact that the only sms in your inbox are spams and your friend asking:"Dude, chk tis out! There's a new vrsion of 2 Girls 1 Cup video! Fckin hilarious!". It celebrates the fact the only woman who will say 'I love you' to you is your mom. And maybe your grandma.

And happy birthday, Cristiano Ronaldo. Sorry you still sucks. Happy birthday, Neymar. You seriously need to bulk up if you want to play in England. Happy birthday to you too, Carlos Tevez. You're much more complicated than Matematik Tambahan. And happy Maulidur Rasul!