Jolly? No.
So... I took Min out for Christmas shopping all of yesterday. It was fun. ^^
We hit up Ginza, Ikebukuro, and Akihabara... and grabbed dinner at this little Indian place in Ikebukuro. Really great food, great atmosphere, great staff. I've been there before with the boys before. Can't really remember who introduced me to it.
Christmas is five days away.
The commercial areas of Tokyo are packed with last-minute shoppers toting around their kids and hanging onto the arms of their lovers. The kids always seem to be smiling around this time of year, their grins sticky with candy and smeared with chocolate. It's that... wonderful time of the year, after all. A wonderful time that splits apart boys from their families during a time when they should be with no one else but family.
I mean. I don't believe in Christmas as the actual holiday. You know, all that bullshit about how Jesus was born and crap. (Hell, I don't even believe in Jesus, but that's another story for another day.) However, I like Christmas. It's a nice little fabricated holiday that brings together family for a "reason". The festive decorations are always... somehow cheerful. And I can't deny that I don't like giving presents to people who I care about and baking seasonal Western desserts.
It's just a ... nice holiday.
And a corporate entity has the audacity to take it away from boys who barely have time to live their lives; who are forced to grow up too fast; who were plunged into the corruption of the entertainment industry before they'd even begun to open their eyes to see the world for what it is. Finding out the world through a distorted kaleidoscope is even worse than being pushed right into it without a net to catch you.
I made a promise.
I promised that I'd give him (or maybe even all of them...) a Christmas that he well deserves.
How much more will they take away before there's nothing left?
We hit up Ginza, Ikebukuro, and Akihabara... and grabbed dinner at this little Indian place in Ikebukuro. Really great food, great atmosphere, great staff. I've been there before with the boys before. Can't really remember who introduced me to it.
Christmas is five days away.
The commercial areas of Tokyo are packed with last-minute shoppers toting around their kids and hanging onto the arms of their lovers. The kids always seem to be smiling around this time of year, their grins sticky with candy and smeared with chocolate. It's that... wonderful time of the year, after all. A wonderful time that splits apart boys from their families during a time when they should be with no one else but family.
I mean. I don't believe in Christmas as the actual holiday. You know, all that bullshit about how Jesus was born and crap. (Hell, I don't even believe in Jesus, but that's another story for another day.) However, I like Christmas. It's a nice little fabricated holiday that brings together family for a "reason". The festive decorations are always... somehow cheerful. And I can't deny that I don't like giving presents to people who I care about and baking seasonal Western desserts.
It's just a ... nice holiday.
And a corporate entity has the audacity to take it away from boys who barely have time to live their lives; who are forced to grow up too fast; who were plunged into the corruption of the entertainment industry before they'd even begun to open their eyes to see the world for what it is. Finding out the world through a distorted kaleidoscope is even worse than being pushed right into it without a net to catch you.
I made a promise.
I promised that I'd give him (or maybe even all of them...) a Christmas that he well deserves.
How much more will they take away before there's nothing left?