I used to really fancy Japan; everything about Japan had always fascinated me.
It all started from comics I read in my childhood years, and the food, and the culture; summer festival, fireworks festival, sakura, kimono, sushi, udon, the languages and so on.
I alwaaaays wanted to visit Japan so so so bad. I learned their language, went to so many Japanese festivals in town with friends, even I once tried to spare my monthly money for a saving. Yes, I was that weird.
But, then, before I could even step on that rising sun country, I breathed the dreamy British air.
And, well, you know what happened next.
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