random_optimism

Man, I gotta say, DCon has been the most fun 3 days I’ve had in a long long time. Even beginning with the time we spent making last minute preparations at Francesca’s house, it was a freaking blast. We were just all working in the kitchen, making mac & cheese and rice balls, all while singing and dancing to music haha.

Then when we actually got to the bus, we were so freaking obnoxious, but it was fun nevertheless. Playing taboo until 3 in the morning, we were laughing our asses off over the stupidest things. I’m surprised everyone else was even able to sleep haha.

The hotel we were staying at was freaking nice too. So while Mr. Meyers and Ms. Smith were getting our registration stuff, we started just messing around haha. Estello and Joey got the idea to get the mattresses from the separate bedrooms and push them together in the living room. That in and of itself was hilarious because when Mr. Meyers saw it, he thought it was really gay. Then when Matt saw it, he just went, “THAT’S SUCH A GOOD IDEA!!!” Haha, fun stuff.

Then it was time to go to the convention itself. It was spirit day, and guess who got to wear the mascot costume? THIS guy, haha. I looked hella buff with the thing on. At the convention, a bunch of girls asked to take pictures with me, so for sure the first day of convention was hecka fun haha.

Then that night, Matt set up a little dinner for us in the hallway. He set up plates and bowls with instant pho then glasses with bottled water next to them. It was such a nice and peaceful way to end the day haha.

The next day was business attire, and alongside our formalwear, the guys put on fake moustaches. For that reason a bunch of girls wanted to take pictures with us again haha. That day, we made so many friends haha. Like we met this one guy named Austin who went to Cloverdale, he was so freaking funny. We were all being insanely loud, obnoxious, but most of all, spirited haha. That night, at the third general session, we, accompanied by another club, were just screaming our heads off for people who were getting awarded, and we didn’t even know them haha. We mainly did it for the people who didn’t have a lot of people cheering for them. Also, outstanding officers were recognized, and we saw Estello’s, Jhaunden’s, and Francesca’s names were shown. However, there was an idiotic discrepancy, though we’ll get back to that later.

Anyways, people also showcased their talents throughout the general session, and I’ve got to say, Alvin from Clark has a damn amazing voice! He’s so cool haha.

Then later that night there was a dance. It was alright, though the last song was a terrible choice (No, it will not be a good night unless you shut up, effin peas). During the dance though, I was just jamming out, then I made eye contact with some fat kid that was just walking by. We stood there for a second, then we just started going hecka crazy haha.

When we got home, we found out that Francesca wasn’t given her award, and that they wouldn’t fix it. This just hurt her, and it ticked off the rest of us. So, we wanted to do something for her, but we just didn’t know what. While I was trying to think of poster ideas or something for her, Matt walked in with a trophy for her that he made out of mardi gras beads, coffee filters, glow sticks, and a note attached. It had a really sweet message for her, and it was just really an emotional moment overall. I really love how we all stick together and always support each other.

So, on Sunday, nothing really happened, though we got the facebook accounts of everyone who we met basically. Though Jhaunden and I did cry during Jesse Truong's farewell speech haha. Then we just got on the bus and started to head home.

Even though we didn't win the spirit stick once, it's alright. I just know that the kids of California were talking about us on our way home. That's for sure haha.

All I’ve got to say is, DCon was a freaking amazing experience, and the people I went with made sure that it was. I genuinely do love all of you guys, and I’m gonna miss seeing some of you guys everyday at school next year.

Quotes from the bus ride home; brought to you from kids that got into a magnet school.

“Pepperoni’s meat? I thought it was a form of sausage.” “Sausage is meat.” “It is? Where does it come from???”

“There’s a pepperoni tree out there” “wait…really?”

“Estello, what position were you?” “oh he was in ALL the positions.”

“What’d you have for dinner?” “It was good.”

“Dude, Mr. Meyers spent $60 on our pizza! The receipt in here says the total is $59.77” “Then he didn’t spend $60. He only spent $59.77” “Shut the f**k up Dale!”

“So what’s your name?” “Megan.” “Betty?”

“How do you open the orange?” “You bang it on the table several times like you do with Estello.”

“I don’t want to wait in line, it takes them like a thousand years to make them.” “A thousand years? No, that can’t be…”

“I like boy hot dogs.”

“I’m not racist, I had a ton of black friends. But then my dad sold them all.”

“Why aren’t there any Mexican firefighters?” “They can’t tell the difference between Hose A and Hose B”

“How do you f**k with Hellen Keller?” “You make her read Braille on a basketball.”

Dad "What is this convention you're going to?"
Mom:"Why are you asking him?"
Dad: "It could be something that idiot Obama put together to cloud the students' minds."

Wtf really? Does it really look like I wanna talk about that at the dinner table? Do I or any of us for that matter look that fucking easily persuaded to do whatever? Damn just shut up about that guy. Its not like hes going to sway me into turning against your ideals. Are you that damn distrusting of everyone?

Ahh, 2010 is here. Only 80 more years until it's the 90's again. Television better stop sucking before then though (I'm looking at you Nickelodeon).

So not only have we put behind another year, we, my friends, have passed a decade. 10 years of life have now been handled, and so much has happened.

10 years ago, I was still in the Philippines, probably was still really fat and eating Koko Krunch while playing Tekken or something. Little did I know that my summer 'vacation' to America would end up changing my life forever.

I moved all over the place in this city, first attending school in the Betsy Rhodes portables, to the halls of Heckethorne, then to spend my last year of elementary school in Alamo. After that, I went on to undertake junior high in Canarelli, and now I'm a Vista student.

We've all had our regrets this past decade, and I am no exception. However, let's remain optimistic and focus on the positives in this past decade, shall we?

I'm grateful for Key Club, which has given me such an entertaining extended family.
I'm grateful for all my kind instructors, school-involved or otherwise, for guiding my way.
I'm thankful for the friends that I have created at Vista, especially those who let me give acting a shot ;)

Last but not least, I'm so fortunate that I was able to go to Alamo and Canarelli. I don't know what I would do if I hadn't met the wonderful people who were then inhabiting the halls of those two schools.

Tina, Debbie, and Tori, thank you. Thanks so much for letting me into your lives, and for having weathered the worst with me. I love you girls. I'm looking forward to sharing more decades to come :)

Also, to everyone, here's a little something to help us see where we should be taking our lives this next decade
http://www.scribd.com/doc/23711234/What-Matters-Now

Ironic how the day I'm the most tired, I wake up the earliest.

I've been doing alot of thinking in the past day, and you know what I've realized? This entire school year I've been acting like an overly dramatic, insolent, adolescent bitch. I'm surprised I haven't been told off by anyone yet.

Seriously, I've been taking things way too harshly. Why the hell am I upset about not being as smart as Dave now? I've NEVER gotten the grades, awards, and recognition he's gotten, yet it has never bothered me in the past. Why get upset over it now?

What the hell happened to everything I've said about myself and everything I've taught others? What happened to "Don't care what other people think about you" and "Optimism makes life a whole lot better"? So far I've been nothing but a bitchy hypocrite. I know I promised this in the last post, but apparently I still didn't understand anything at the time: Things will change.

You know what? Fuck it if I got a bad grade on that Calculus quiz. I passed didn't I? That's a damn good achievement for someone who skipped the course to prepare for that class. Who cares if I've got a C in lang/comp? Virtually every single essay I've written has at least passed, and with time they're getting better. So, my older brother's a valedictorian, that's great. That doesn't mean I need to mentally strain myself just to get to his position. We're all built differently, and that's alright.

I just need to learn to suck it up and move on with life. Life is WAY too short to be upset over these trivial, teenage problems. From now on, this depressed Dale is dead. But he has risen to learn to become a bottle filled with water, rather than one filled with Coke (Coke reacts when shaken by things, water doesn't). Stand aside everyone, The Random Optimist is coming back, and he's returning in full force.

"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That's why they call it the present." - Proverb

 Disregard the title, I just felt like putting a line from a Monty Are I song down, freaking love that band XP

So, junior year, huh, it's strange. I just don't know what to think of it.

Freaking calculus has been putting me down in the dumps, and even though I know I'm not my brother I just can't help but compare myself to him. I seriously need to stop.

My lack of confidence in my strongest subject has left me so weak, susceptible to getting hurt by anything. It's just left me so freaking vulnerable.

Lately I've been bitching and complaining about everything like a whiny-ass mofo. For everyone who's had to put up with me, I'm so so sorry, I just need to adjust to these changes this year.

*sigh* I miss the carefree, optimistic me. I'm sure others do as well. I promise I'll do my best to bring him back again. Trust me, I'll learn to grow a pair... of fangs. You thought I was going to say something else, immature jerks -_-

But that doesn't mean I'll stop listening to emo music, just saying that now.

 ... Tears... these haven't come in a while...

 On October 16, 2009, the brother of my grandfather left this world at the somber age of 57. Today, three days later, he is seated at the side of the Lord. May he rest in peace.

 The title is enough. The day was too horrible to be transcribed in text.

 Hi everyone. Hope all of your weekends were great. Mine sure was. RTC was a phenomenal experience. I'm so happy that we got into the top 6 this year! Though I was pissed off at how much crap Clark was getting for no reason. I'm not the only one, other SV kids saw it either. So Clark, you have our sympathy ^^

Anyways, so this weekend was good, and I've actually picked up my violin again. I am now starting to play pieces from video games and anime on my youtube channel: http://www.youtube.com/user/Shigatai . So far I've put up "Voyage Home World" from Chrono Cross and "The Price of Freedom" from Crisis Core: FFVII. If you guys have any requests (video game/anime related please), go ahead and drop me a line on my channel. I'm hoping to get a decent reception and maybe a subscriber or two XP.

 If you guys know me, you know that I have a tendency to have just strange and nonsensical dreams (Alicia Keys Missiles anyone?).
Well anyways, I had another strange dream this morning, after going back to bed from waking up at 5:30.

So, I was infiltrating some kind of facility (I think this was a movie I was acting in). Anyways, I broke in, and dropped down to a large chamber/auditorium. In this room, i was attacked by several henchmen (I think I remember them being ninjas or something). Once I finished fending them off, Nathan Fillion comes out of nowhere, wielding a large 2-handed beam sword. Strangely enough, I was able to disarm him by using a plastic lightsaber (Only in my dreams). I spared him and moved onto the man who I presumed was the head honcho of evil operations, some kind of huge hulking dude. I struck him down, and I tried to do a cool, like, victory pose, but I ended up screwing it up (I'm still me in my dreams, apparently). 

Once I was done with that, I heard someone from the side call, "Cut! That's a wrap!" And everyone who died got up and went off set. I went to grab a drink of water, and I remember saying, "Yay! I didn't have to kill Nathan Fillion's character!" Then I woke up.

What the heck is up with my subconscious? It's more creative than I am.