Since I do not have the luxury of being on a plane flying back from Estonia like last Christmas, yesterday, I decided to just go to my familiar stomping grounds at Shinjuku for dinner and also to check out its illumination.
If you are too lazy to read my heartfelt writing, you can just watch my video of Christmas Illumination in Shinjuku. Now.
When I was there, I suddenly remembered that my Christmas 2010 was also spent in Shinjuku. But I missed out the lights because I was mesmerized by the street performance of a singer named Yadako. The day before that, on Christmas Eve 2010, there was an intense game of bowling with newly crowned Asia Pacific Film Fest Best Supporting Actress winner Makiko Watanabe (congratulations, Makiko!) and friends.
Christmas, though I don't really celebrate it, had always been rather colourful. Although I meant it more in a metaphorical manner. Yesterday, I got to experience the colours in a more literal manner. How joyous, considering the fact that my tweets on Christmas day were bittersweet and melancholic.
Very cheery Christmas companion, me.
But the Christmas lights in Shinjuku were indeed beautiful.
I walked past Starbucks and watched young lovers whispering sweet nothings to one another.
While I wondered whether I was stumbling through some half-remembered dream. The lights were too strong.
I made my way back to the station.
Past the Mosaic Street.
And onto the bus home.
If you are too lazy to read my heartfelt writing, you can just watch my video of Christmas Illumination in Shinjuku. Now.
When I was there, I suddenly remembered that my Christmas 2010 was also spent in Shinjuku. But I missed out the lights because I was mesmerized by the street performance of a singer named Yadako. The day before that, on Christmas Eve 2010, there was an intense game of bowling with newly crowned Asia Pacific Film Fest Best Supporting Actress winner Makiko Watanabe (congratulations, Makiko!) and friends.
Christmas, though I don't really celebrate it, had always been rather colourful. Although I meant it more in a metaphorical manner. Yesterday, I got to experience the colours in a more literal manner. How joyous, considering the fact that my tweets on Christmas day were bittersweet and melancholic.
Perhaps all they have for #Christmas is each other. @ 松屋銀座 (MATSUYA - GINZA) instagr.am/p/TmoGA6JxAt/
— Edmund Yeoさん (@greatswifty) 12月 24, 2012
Now that it is Christmas, it will take another year to see these lights again. @ 東京ミッドタウン 芝生広場 instagr.am/p/TpMnc-JxD8/
— Edmund Yeoさん (@greatswifty) 12月 25, 2012
Very cheery Christmas companion, me.
But the Christmas lights in Shinjuku were indeed beautiful.
I walked past Starbucks and watched young lovers whispering sweet nothings to one another.
While I wondered whether I was stumbling through some half-remembered dream. The lights were too strong.
I made my way back to the station.
Past the Mosaic Street.
And onto the bus home.
