Cyn's Rabbit Hole

Random Thoughts by CokeyCyn

November: Official Birthday Month

For the third year in a row, I greeted my friend Via Happy Birthday exactly one month early. Honestly, how many times do I have to scream DECEMBER!!! before I remember?

But then again, you can't really blame me. Sometimes it seems like the entire world celebrates their birthday in November! Off the top off my head, November celebrants I know are:

1 - Arden S. (old classmate that I've fell out of touch with. But with a birthday like that, how can you forget?)
3 - Tatts
4 - Tina
7 - Cris
9 - Vee
9 - Tito Marty
10 - Joeben
10 - Dennis
13 - Del
13 - Gina
14 - Tito
14 - Jay P
14 - Pie P
14 - Aileen S
17 - Carlos
17 - Twinkles
17 - Maxine
18 - Alfred
20 - Lia
21 - JM
22 - Anan
24 - Maricel
27 - Gigi
30 - Ju

If you're wondering why November is so important to me, well, you can pick out all (all) {I mean it! Literally ALL} my siblings in the list above. When we were kids, we'd have a massive birthday party-slash-family reunion. My aunts and uncles would bring me a gift too -- it was just too hard to remember which one of us five didn't celebrate in November, so ... what was one extra gift anyway? hehe... of course, it was like I celebrated my birthday twice a year!

It was also funny growing up because, during my "let's believe this horoscope thingy" phase, I realized that Taureans get along worst with Scorprios. Ah the horror. To be the odd one out in the family! :)

Finally, you've got to realize that, in my family, February is just so ... ummm... well... think of it this way. February is: my mom's birthday, my parent's anniversary, and Valentine's Day. And nine months later... tada! Babies no. 1, 2, 3 and 5. Never thought about it? Did you notice how many people share November 14 as their birthday?

Anyway, to everyone whose birthday is in November... Happy Birthday. :)

This is Me.

Okay fine, I'll be the first to admit that my LiveJournal and my blogspot have been cop outs lately. Absolutely no personal information whatsoever. And absolutely no news about what is really going on in my life. And what's worse is that it's been absolutely filled to the brim with mindless (or mind-numbing) crap about things that have amused me lately. I guess I was just looking for a way to share these meaningless amusements with anyone who would listen. (Current mood: You don't want to cram your significant other's ear with meaningless amusements. Sooner or later they cease to be amusing. So blog, blog, blog, little starling. Blog all these trivialities and random thoughts and insignificantly fleeting moments. They might amuse someone else out there.)

So I decided to really write tonight. I've put on my thinking cap in an effort to shift my rusty writer's brain into gear. And all I can think about are these silly little utterances that I call blog posts. Maybe it's because someone in philMUG is asking why us bloggers have blogs to begin with. That's where my opening rant came from. But you know what?

I actually have no friggin idea whether anyone really cares about these meaningless amusements or idle thoughts, but then... I don't care either. When you blog, you get this funny feeling of satisfaction that you've put a thought out in the world. "There you go, world, I've said my piece." And it's the world's fault if they weren't listening the one moment in time you might have been saying something profound.

Cynical but true. And not fishing either (honestly).

Cynical but me.

It's been three long months..

And I only surfed deep into philMUG enough in order to see Dominique James' wallpaper! *grin* Cool no?



Dominique James is so cool.