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I remember having this conversation with my Japanese teacher.
Me: What's door?
Her: Do-a
Me: What about table?
Her: Ta-be-ru
Me: OK, how about bed?
Her: Bed-do
Me: No! No! I refuse to accept that you didn't have beds before World War II. I refuse to accept that you don't have a real Japanese word. You're just hiding it from me!
Her: Refrigerator is reizouko.
Me: That's better.
I've been watching a Chinese crime drama, Original Sin, and they pepper a lot of little English words into their speech.
Me: What's door?
Her: Do-a
Me: What about table?
Her: Ta-be-ru
Me: OK, how about bed?
Her: Bed-do
Me: No! No! I refuse to accept that you didn't have beds before World War II. I refuse to accept that you don't have a real Japanese word. You're just hiding it from me!
Her: Refrigerator is reizouko.
Me: That's better.
I've been watching a Chinese crime drama, Original Sin, and they pepper a lot of little English words into their speech.