English Translation of Lyrics
(Get out of your cage)
It all starts right here, right now
Let’s picture what we can do
Unbelievable things might happen
But we can overcome them all
(For our dreams)
Our dreams are born from nothing and take us (fly) to that shining sky
(Spread your wings)
I want to spread my wings
Now here I go, with the greatest smile on my face
Let’s set out to an unknown world
(Go to another world)
We’ll be the ones to choose and decide the future
Let’s chase after our dreams
There will be times when we cry, but they will be precious memories
Don’t fade away
I’m sure you’ll be able to meet your future self
(Get out of your cage)
Working Hard for the Money Hataraku Maou-sama! (The Devil is a Part-Timer!) is very high up on my personal favorites for this anime season. It does a lot of things right to make itself stand out in an ideal way.
Synopsis:Devil King Sadao is only one step away from conquering the world when he is beaten by Hero Emilia and forced to drift to the other world: modern-day Tokyo. As “conquering the world” are the only skills the Devil King possesses—and are obviously unnecessary in his new situation—he must work as a freeter to pay for his living expenses!
Pleasantly unique would be a great description for this anime. Hataraku Maou-sama! takes the fish-out-of-water premise and spruces it up, with large doses of hilarious and interesting results.
I could never imagine a story in my wildest imaginations where people from another world (we are talking about a fantasy land with stuff like demons, warriors and powerful sorcery flying around) must seek part-time employment to survive in modern-day Japan.Continue reading
Nhan-Fiction Note: As described in yesterday’s post, I am attempting to make each day of the week have some kind of “scheduled” post theme to go along with the other random stuff I post. For today, I will be starting the Showstopper series for Wednesday.
I watch all kinds of different shows, so I guess it is good that I talk about some of the things I like. Also, please note that some of the videos shown below do contain swearing. Just for your information. ——————————————————————————————————————-
Gordon Ramsay is my favorite celebrity chef in the world. I will always take his word when it comes to the culinary arts.
I also am a huge fan of one of his signature shows called Kitchen Nightmares. I have seen every episode for both the UK and American versions of the TV program. There is something about restaurants that appeal to me. I have always been fascinated by the inner workings of the food service industry, from how the servers take your order to how a restaurant’s kitchen service “line” is set up to create (hopefully) tasty dishes for the customers.
The premise of Kitchen Nightmares, of course, involves Ramsay checking out a failing restaurant to analyze and devise a plan of attack at saving the business.
The show follows a consistent structure in most cases: a restaurant is drowning in debt and is in need of dire help, Ramsay comes into the restaurant and starts to pick apart the restaurant’s shortcomings (bad food, hideous decor, inept management and so forth), Ramsay has to convince the owner(s) of the failing restaurant to change, the relaunch/restaurant renovation occurs next and then everything (presumably) looks like the given restaurant is back on track toward success. Continue reading
This incident should be studied and the reasons that triggers an apparently normal person to commit such a heinous crime revealed. We all have a bit of evil with us, but to actually unleash it or to set is loose is something that never really happens. James Eagen Holmes and the Batman Massacre he has committed is an atrocity and a modern day holocaust. A tragedy indeed.
DENVER (AP) — James Eagen Holmes came from a well-tendedSan Diego enclave of two-story homes with red-tiled roofs, where neighbors recall him as a clean-cut, studious young man of sparing words.
Tall and dark-haired, he stared clear-eyed at the camera in a 2004 high school yearbook snapshot, wearing a white junior varsity soccer uniform — No. 16. The son of a nurse, Arlene, and a software company manager, Robert…
My very first job as a college graduate was working as a dishwasher at a Chinese restaurant called Gordy’s Sichuan Cafe. I only worked Friday nights for a month or so before I even had more than two shifts a week to my name. It took me more than a year and a half to get this job after a very awkward phase in my life, but I am truly thankful destiny dealt this card to me. Last Friday was my last day at the restaurant after working there for about 10 months.
As I finish writing this, I will already be trying to adapt to new surroundings on the other side of the state. But with this post, I have to say, “Thank you for everything,” to everyone I met and worked with at Gordy’s.
I learn things differently. It took me awhile before I came to grips with this fact, but it is the only logical conclusion as to why I do not understand things like “normal” people.
This can be traced all the way back to as early as elementary school. Now, I wouldn’t call myself “slow” per se, but I’ll throw out there that I would need very specific teaching methods to get the gears in my head working properly.
I really hate the snow. Things were so pleasant this winter because I did not have to deal with the cold, white stuff on a continued basis … but now it’s like Mother Nature’s way of saying, “Did you think I would forget?”
Ugh, now that the snow is here, I am hoping the weather ends up being reasonable. I have to drive up and down a really HUGE HILL to reach my part-time job. I am not looking forward to dealing with this in possible blizzards and while trying to traverse icy roads. >.>
So we must have this duel again, father. Oh yeah, don’t forget about the last one, either.
For long time, I thought you were moderately content with the progress I’ve made throughout this past year and a half, the personal struggles I had to endure, the days where you thought I was sitting around and “doing nothing” as you ignorantly put it.
Well, now you have gone and done it. You managed to reopen wounds I thought could finally get some time to heal. So you come barging into my room, yelling at me that I should “move on” with my life and get out of this household. You give me this sticky note with a name and organization I have no clue about, and then you expect me to go and apply to this place on the fly with the thought that I can just move out to Portland immediately, especially considering all the effort it took me to get this far in this economy?
During my transition into a prep cook at the restaurant I work at for my a part-time job, I am taking my lumps to soak in all the new stuff. There are many small details I need to pick up, all kinds of minor things to recall and lots of practice needed before I can feel comfortable with what I am doing.
On the plus side, my knife skills have improved a lot than compared to when I started a few months ago. I am getting better at cutting things, though I could definitely tighten up my precision and a slight speed boost in slicing and dicing would be nice.
Overall, I am happy that I am getting these opportunities to learn. I have so much respect for the restaurant industry, so I just love that I can get some first-hand experience as a huge fan of restaurants.
It has been quite the process to get back into the swing of things with a consistent schedule every week, where things have to be prioritized as obligations. I have much less free time now, but it feels good to be productive and busy. However, I believe I need to sort my activities throughout the week and get more done to increase my sense of accomplishment. At times, I feel like I could be finishing up many more projects.
Oh well, I keep telling myself I am just getting my mind and body used to a consistent routine. I just need to continue working hard to take control of my life again.
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.
I remember back in college where life had a sense of structure and stability. I just had to go to class, do my homework, take tests, go to work and then I had the luxury of doing whatever I wanted (granted, I had limited free time in those days).
My college experience taught me a lot of things, both in the classroom and because I was living on my own in those four special years I will never forget.
The key thing was, being a college student shielded me from the “real world.” As long as I was under the label of a college student, the real world would have to wait before I would be thrown into the imminent rat race. In fact, I contemplated staying another year in college to stall getting into the real world, feeling like I needed a bit more time before I could be properly prepared for what was ahead of me.Continue reading