And I am not exaggerating, either. Rarely now can I stomach a loss in anything I do, especially in regards to gaming. Losing stings too much.
Throughout my life, I have been around those who were acclimated with losing. It did not help that basically every school I was a part of had losing sports programs. Elementary school, middle school, high school and a little bit less in college …Continue reading
It was expected that Wulff would not continue as head coach based on the football program’s performance. There were some genuine bright spots in these past years, but all the positive aspects were easily outweighed by the multiple blunders and embarrassing defeats.
It was time for Wulff to go. Good luck, Wulff. You will always be a Coug.
I watch a lot of random music videos in attempt to draw inspiration and to learn cinematography angles, which Japanese music videos in particular usually have excellent symbolism and beautiful camera shots in their videos.
This music video is performed by 九州男 feat. HOME MADE 家族 (Kusuo featuring Home Made Kazoku). The song is called 『約束。。』 (Yakusoku – Promise). Even without understanding Japanese, just watching the video by itself demonstrates how a story can be told with meaningful imagery.
When Wulff replaced Bill Doba a few years back as head coach of the Washington State University football program, everyone was excited for the changing of the guard, the reunion of a former WSU alumnus and player to coach the biggest sport for American colleges. Needless to say, I was one of these individuals who looked forward to a new face for the football program.
Wulff, you certainly looked the part. To me, you came off as someone who could lead our program to great things, at least on the surface.
But then that ill-fated first season came along. WSU ended up with a 2-11 record, but at least the Apple Cup was won that year. I froze my butt off with my friends to watch that game in chilly Pullman weather. It was a technically crappy football on a lot of levels, but it was so thrilling to nab a special victory for that day that I will never forget.Continue reading
When I was like a first or second grader, my elementary school was having its annual food drive that always occurs around Thanksgiving time. As a kid who did not really think very far ahead, I recall just proceeding to head home when the school bell rang, raiding the pantry for some random cans of food to bring to class the next day. I ended up bringing a lot of cans for the food drive.
Of course, I was met with my mom being quite peeved with me about taking all that food to donate to the poor (again, my family did not have much money back then). But nonetheless, my mom eventually hugged and comforted me, complimenting me for being so thoughtful of others. To be a child who thought of others’ well-being like that … is refreshing to say the least.
Fast-forward to the present time, and I am still doing stuff like this. Today while running some errands, I donated some food for a local food drive at a nearby grocery store. I saw my simple opportunity to brighten up a family’s holidays by a bit, so I went for it.
I am a person who actually enjoys giving people less fortunate some help. Even if it is me just sparing some leftover change, I always lean toward the generous side. The problem is, I am just one person. A broke person, in fact. There are so many people out there who are in need of help, far more than what I needed at my worst state with my year-and-a-half bout with a serious depression and other issues.
For instance, downtown Spokane has a lot of homeless people. There are some regular homeless people who station themselves around popular restaurants, just hoping someone can throw them a buck or two their way. Now that the weather is getting colder and colder, it means a woeful winter of trying to stay warm in the freezing temperatures. I am not at risk of going through what these individuals have to endure on a daily basis. I just wish … I could do more.
It’s been a wobbly and clumsy endeavor to get back on my feet metaphorically, but life has been going well for me. I am feeling healthier and more productive than usual. I actually have some spending money to my name, albeit not as much as I would like. Nonetheless, perseverance pays off when you put forth the required effort and energy.
I really liked this song back in freshman year of college (I love the symbolism). Even back then, I was someone who always wanted to unleash my full potential to overcome any obstacle. Life is all about facing opponents we call adversity with everything you got. Granted, I will admit that it is often difficult to go full throttle at all times. Continue reading
So today at my part-time job where I work at a Chinese restaurant, I ended up staying 20 minutes past the time I was supposed to clock out from, which was 4 p.m. Despite working for those 20 minutes, I opted instead to write 4 p.m. on the clock-in sheet. Essentially, I cheated myself out of 20 minutes where I did in fact do what needed to be done, so what is the big deal here?
In a way, I sort of “punished” myself for not being faster. I pride myself on speed when it comes to the food service industry. I obsessed over being quick when I worked at the dining center back in college, and I still make a fuss over it now.
For me, being fast means I am being productive. I do not want to dilly-dally when I know I can be blaze through something. I do not even bother taking my small, mandatory breaks required by law because they slow me down.Continue reading