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Translation 工作量：2000 days 已完成：Dec 2007 Languages: English英语译成Japanese日语
Localization of Proz.com rules
Localized several Proz.com site rules pages into Japanese,
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BuleBoard, Kudoz, etc.
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English英语译成Japanese日语: localization of ProZ.com
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原文文本 - English英语 Winters used to be cold in England. We, my parents especially, spent them watching the wrestling. The wrestling they watched on their black-and-white television sets on Saturday afternoons represented a brief intrusion of life and colour in their otherwise monochrome lives. Their work overalls were faded, the sofa cover—unchanged for years—was faded, their memories of the people they had been before coming to England were fading too. My parents, their whole generation, treadmilled away the best years of their lives toiling in factories for shoddy paypackets. A life of drudgery, of deformed spines, of chronic arthritis, of severed hands. They bit their lips and put up with the pain. They had no option but to. In their minds they tried to switch off—to ignore the slights of co-workers, not to bridle against the glib cackling of foremen, and, in the case of Indian women, not to fret when they were slapped about by their husbands. Put up with the pain, they told themselves, deal with the pain—the shooting pains up the arms, the corroded hip joints, the back seizures from leaning over sewing machines for too many years, the callused knuckles from handwashing clothes, the rheumy knees from scrubbing the kitchen floor with their husbands' used underpants.
When my parents sat down to watch the wrestling on Saturday afternoons, milky cardamon tea in hand, they wanted to be entertained, they wanted a laugh. But they also wanted the good guy, just for once, to triumph over the bad guy. They wanted the swaggering, braying bully to get his come-uppance. They prayed for the nice guy, lying there on the canvas, trapped in a double-finger interlock or clutching his kidneys in agony, not to submit. If only he could hold out just a bit longer, bear the pain, last the course. If only he did these things, chances were, wrestling being what it was, that he would triumph. It was only a qualified victory, however. You'd see the winner, exhausted, barely able to wave to the crowd. The triumph was mainly one of survival.
English英语译成Japanese日语 (Cambridge University (ESOL Examinations), verified) English英语译成Japanese日语 (UODLE Oxford Examination in English As A Foreign L, verified) English英语 (Eiken Grade1, Society for Testing English Proficie, verified) English英语译成Japanese日语 (JNTO Licensed Guide (通訳案内士), verified)
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加入会员日期： Oct '04
Peishun CHIANG 
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