It’s been a week since I came back from Japan. I was actually planning to write about my impressions of the country from the moment my plane touched down in Narita Airport. But for some reason, there seems to be a time vacuum in Japan. The twelve days I spent there seemed shorter than three days. But I’m getting ahead of the story, let me first tell you about the start of my love affair with the country.
I don’t exactly remember when it started but maybe it was sometime during my grade school years. My uncle had a subscription to Time magazine. That’s where I first read about Japanese pop culture – the quirky fashion sense of the youth in Shibuya. Pretty soon, just reading the write ups about Japan didn’t satisfy me. I started reading anything I could find about Japan, whether from books, encyclopedias or any other material. I even watched tv shows or movies I could find, although there weren’t much.
When my parents went on a trip to Hong Kong, my request was for them to get me a Walkman. I also bought books about the Japanese language and started practicing how to write Hiragana and Katakana characters. My siblings and my cousins started calling me Ms. Japan because of this. I probably would be able to write a reasonable number of kanji if I hadn’t been crazy busy when I entered high school.