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Name: boogie
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Metro: Philadelphia
Birthday: 8/25/1906
Gender: Male
Interests: bboying, making music, having a generally good time, creating inside jokes, being uninhibited
Occupation: Student
Industry: Business
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Member Since:
5/8/2003
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| 今日はプリクラについて話すつもりでしたが、日本に行った上でほかのトッピックについて話すことにしました。日本で一番びっくりしたことは日本のすばらしいサービスでした。店員 はフレンドリーなだけでなく、ていねいです。
一番目の良いサービスの経験は飛行機の中でした。ワシントンDCから東京までの十四時間の長いフライトの後で、東京から大阪までの飛行機に乗りました。日本の飛行機に乗ったのはアメリカの飛行機に乗ったすぐ後だったので、日本のサービスとアメリカのサービスを比べるのは簡単でした。例えば、日本のスチュワーデスは若いし、きれいだし、フレンドリーな人が多かったのですが、アメリカのは若くないし、太っているし、フレンドリーではありません。特に私のお世話をしてくれていた日本のスチュワーデスはとてもていねいでトトロのような笑顔でした。それに比べてアメリカのスチュワーデスはいじわるで、まるで私がその人をじゃましているようでした。
良いサービスは飛行機だけではありませんでした。私が行った全ての店のサービスがとても良かったです。店を入るとすぐに、「いらっしゃいませ」という声が聞こえます。ようふくの店なら、「よかったらあわせてみてくださいね」と言って声をかけてくれるし、ジーンズのすそもただでカットしてくれます。ファストフードのレストランを比べると、日本とアメリカの違いは大きいです。何かを注文すると、「かしこまりましたー」と元気な声でへん事をするし、しょう品がすぐに出てきても必ず「おまたせいたしましたー」と言います。日本人にとってはそれらのけいごは普通だし、それになれていますが、アメリカ人にとってはちょっと変です。でも、それはいいことだと思います。
まとめると、日本のサービスはアメリカのサービスよりなんと言ってもいいです。アメリカでは、「customer is always right」という文句がありますが、いつも本当だとは限りません。でも日本では、客様はむしろ神様みたいです。それで、いったん日本へ行けば、アメリカに決して帰りたくないです．
Sorry if you can't read my Japanese. Basically, all i'm saying is that service in the US = suck and service in Japan = the best.
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| One bright and early morning, Nutissmo woke up to the sound of his alarm going, “Whurr, whurr, whurr.” “Hi alarm-san!” Nutissmo screamed as he slapped his alarm off. “Sayonara, alarm-san!” Nutissmo then went downstairs to do his usual morning business.
After brushing his teeth, Nutissmo grabbed his favorite star-shaped cereal from the cupboard only to find that the ketchup bottle was gone! In Nutissmo’s trilingual land, people used ketchup on their cereal instead of milk. What was Nutissmo going to do now that there was no more ketchup? There was only one thing he could do.
Nutissmo quickly ran upstairs, grabbed his favorite fur coat and said to alarm-san, “I must find some ketchup.” But how was he going to find some ketchup? The grocery stores were all trilingual, and Nutissmo was only bilingual. What if buying ketchup at the grocery store involved the third language that Nutissmo didn't know? It was a sad day for Nutissmo.
Nutissmo ran outside and over to his next-door neighbor, Mista Gokiburi, who was sunbathing on his lawn. “Excuse me, Mista Gokiburi! I seem to have used up all of my ketchup, and I need some more! Do you have any that I can borrow?” Mista Gokiburi, who had antennas on his head that moved back and forth, said, “Sorry Nutissmo. I don’t eat cereal, so I have no use for ketchup! You may want to try the grocery store, but beware, they are all trilingual!”
Nutissmo was discouraged. He knew that it would be difficult to buy ketchup, since he was bilingual in a trilingual land. Nevertheless, he started on his way to the grocery store, which was a day’s walk away.
Upon arriving at the grocery store, Nutissmo asked the first store clerk he saw where the ketchup was. Mr Ten-een, the clerk, replied, “Yup yup fluff cup white ugly snuff chup ugh.” Again, Nutissmo was discouraged, as Mr. Ten-een spoke to him in the language that he didn’t know. It was a sad day for Nutissmo.
Given Nutissmo’s lack of success talking with Mr. Ten-een, he decided to find the ketchup himself. What a difficult mission this would be, since the grocery store was huge and had 114 aisles. Nevertheless, Nutissmo had already come too far to give up now. He began to look down each one of the aisles.
Luckily, he found an aisle that said, “Tomato-like things in bottles.” “This aisle must have ketchup!” Nutissmo remarked. He began to look up and down the aisle, until he came upon a glass bottle with red sauce in it that read, “Cholula.” “Maybe this is how they spell ‘ketchup’ in that other language that I don’t know,” wondered Nutissmo. “Oh well, this is probably the ketchup that I need for my star-shaped cereal!” He grabbed the bottle of cholula and went to the cashier.
The shapeless, but not unshapely, cashier sneered at Nutissmo with a mean eye. “Chick bing yot shlerm wintah shloff bitte bit bit bot,” the cashier said to Nutissmo. Nutissmo shook his head in confusion. “I don't speak that language, please speak the language I speak. Sorry,” Nutissmo said. The cashier, hearing Nutissmo’s words, furrowed her brow and reddened her eyes. “We don’t take kindly to you bilingual types! Get out of here!” Nutissmo became very frightened and ran outside of the store.
What a sad day for Nutissmo. He spent a whole day traveling to the grocery store just so he could start his day right with a nutritious breakfast of star-shaped cereal and ketchup. Nutissmo started to cry, and as he was wiping his tears, he noticed he had something in his hand. It was the bottle of cholula! “Yay!” Nutissmo yelped. “I can go home and have my cereal!” Afraid he would be stealing, he quickly threw a few dollars into the grocery store and ran back home with the cholula in his hand.
After only an hour of running, Nutissmo returned home. “Hi hi, Mista Gokiburi,” Nutissmo said as he ran inside his house. Nutissmo ran to the cupboard, grabbed his box of star-shaped cereal and a bowl. He began to pour his cereal, when oh no! No more cereal! Oh wait, the bag inside the box was still scrunched up. Nutissmo poured his cereal into a large bowl and brought out his ketchup.
“Yay! All in a hard day’s work!” Nutissmo shouted as he poured his ketchup into the bowl. Yet something was strange about his ketchup: it was waterier than usual and had a sour smell. Of course, Nutissmo was so excited and hungry, that he failed to notice. And he failed to live. Unfortunately, Nutissmo died a few minutes later, after the cholula, which was in fact hot sauce and not ketchup, burned his throat and set him on fire. What a sad day for Nutissmo.
This was based on a true story, and could happen to you if you do not prevent bilingualism in trilingual lands.
“Only you, can prevent cholula fires.” – the Bear
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| There have been many trends that have made brief yet powerful appearances in popular culture only to die away shortly later. Take the 1990s for instance—a decade of trends that had hit the world by storm—it was the decade of pogs, the Macarena, and beanie babies. Though mostly associated with the 1980s as a hip-hop trend, breakdancing (or more accurately called b-boying or breakin’) holds its roots in something much more long lasting than the Macarena. B-boying has the inherent ability to evolve, and thus will continue to become more difficult, creative, and interesting as dancers create new moves and push the limits of the human body even further. This capability for evolution satisfies the basic human need for self-expression, it provides enough competition to keep dancers interested, and it satisfies the yearning for a physical challenge that many people have. And just as many of the arts that have stood the test of time—like ballet, gymnastics, and football—b-boying is unique and becoming more legitimate as an organized activity. It is the both the unique and the familiar aspects of b-boying that will allow it to continue to grow, endure, and not fade away.
Dancing, in general, is a form of expression that is both creative and physically demanding, with origins in the early conception of mankind. I believe that dancing’s mere endurance is sufficient evidence to say that it is fundamental to human activity. Dancing has had many uses – it has been a form of recreation, of spirituality, and of communication: Native Americans have danced at pow-wows for ages, David danced before God with all of his might, and ballroom dancing has been the first degree of communication for many men and women throughout Europe and the rest of the world. It is mostly known as a form of recreation – most b-boys do it for fun when they are not working. However, it is lesser known as having a spiritual element to it. B-boying is life to many b-boys; hip-hop itself has been described as a religion, and b-boying is no different. Dedicated b-boys spend day and night training, idolizing famous b-boys and finding a sense of spirituality in this kind of dedication. And if one examines the roots of b-boying—different dance groups would compete with each other—one will find that b-boying is a form of communication, communicating the message that, “My moves are better than yours.” But there lay another message in the heart of b-boying: the energy that could have been channeled through violence doesn't have to be; dancing and music are peaceful alternatives to gang violence. Thus b-boying contains the same elements that have helped dancing to endure—self-expression, recreation, spirituality, and communication—elements relevant to all of mankind.
The same argument could be made for the Macarena and the YMCA, since they are forms of dance. Yet to my awareness there is no Macarena culture and there is no YMCA culture. It is the restrictive qualities of these kinds of dances that make them fads. Also, the difficulty for these dances was very easy, and before one knew it everyone was doing the Macarena or the YMCA. B-boying, in comparison, is founded upon a specific set of moves but is not restricted to only those moves, and is also difficult enough that not everyone is able to do it. For example, the ‘six-step’ is a foundational move that almost anyone can do, and in order to learn b-boying, the ‘six-step’ must be learned. However the ‘six-step’ is not like the moves of fads like the Macarena. It is a building block for what is called ‘footwork,’ and footwork can be infinitely improved by making it faster, cleaner, and more creative. All of the other moves within b-boying are the same; they can be infinitely improved upon thus allowing b-boying, as a dance, to constantly evolve and constantly change while keeping its foundations. Its ability to change excludes it from being a fad—because fads themselves do not change, what changes is the popularity of the fads.
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| HEY!!
ANYONE FROM MY AREA (TEMPLE CITY) TAKING ANY SUMMER CLASSES AT UCLA THAT I MAY BE ABLE TO BUM A RIDE OFF OF?
YOU WILL BE COMPENSATED! haha
anyone? anyone? i need to take intensive chinese.
thanks!
haha im an idiot, im using my xanga as a classifieds section
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