The bride and groom are off being fitted for their wedding garb. There's no trace of Derrick's Dad who is the only other arrival thus far and so I find myself lunching with this little fellow.
Cuteness is everywhere in Japan. Even the language is cute. When someone asks you how are, the normal response is "ghenky dess!"
When you answer your bright pink phone, you're supposed to say, "mooshy mooshy!" No wonder everyone giggles so much.
Except the men, come to think of it. They manage to make Japanese sound gruffer than German. I think they're just angry that they have to speak all these little girl phrases all the time. The only way they can sound masculine is to bark when they talk.
Not me though -- I'm going to embrace the cuteness. I find the best way for me to get close to the correct pronounciation is to picture myself as a Japanese schoolgirl with pigtails and knee socks and a little short skirt.
Well, to be honest, I don't know if it makes my Japanese sound any better, but it's a lot more fun pretending that than pretending to be a balding Japanese businessman.
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