Friday, 19 September 2014

KARAOKE PARTY! (29/08/2014)

So, China. A typical day was kinda boring...

  1. wake up
  2. breakfast
  3. homework (yes, even on holiday. My school is cruel)
  4. lunch
  5. afternoon nap
  6. shopping/breathtakingly scenic walk by the river/being 'social' on my iPod
  7. dinner
  8. night-time walkies
  9. sleep
  10. repeat all over again

So yeah, it's kinda boring. Just like any other day in good ol' England really. So when something fun happens, it's a seriously big deal...

As the title of this post suggests (great...now it sounds like I'm starting an essay), I went to a kinda-karaoke-private-room-place-on-the-top-floor-of-a-shopping-mall. These sorts of places are really popular in China, so much so that they even have a name for them - KTV. I don't know if these things exist in other countries of the world or not, but I'm pretty sure there's no such thing in Britain, so for me, it was an exciting experience. I've never, ever, been to a room specially made for karaoke, with soundproof doors, a giant screen, flashing lights, and even a disco ball.

Anyways, it was awesome, I went with my cousins, and we bought loads of yummy snacks - FOOOOD GALORE! Along with the food, there was also a mysterious glass bottle, such as a beer bottle, but the liquid inside was yellowy-orange coloured. It looked like tropical juice.

It even tasted like tropical juice. But it wasn't tropical juice. The drink was vodka. Which did not taste like vodka. It just tasted like tropical juice. It was so nice! Too nice, and I might have had half the bottle... Yes, I had half a bottle of vodka with a 3.4% whatever that number shows. I DID NOT KNOW! I did not know I was drinking an alcoholic substance! Although apparently in China, there's no age limit...so I was allowed to drink that...? Ugh whatever, it was really nice though.

Have I mentioned already how much I love that everyone in the village knows each other? I probably have, but I just can't get over how nice it is! Every time we go out on night-time walkies, there's always a friend of my grandma's saying hello, asking how she is, asking how we are, telling us about recent news sometimes... I just love how when your walking in the neighbourhood, there's always going to be at least ten people saying hey to you...I wish it was like this where I live.

In my busy town, it's filled with nothing but strangers and grouchy old ladies. No one takes the time to get to know each other, and no one cares for the grouchy old ladies, except when they screech at you to give them your seat on the bus. God bless the grouchy old ladies.

Sorry...I rambled on...to something really random.

So before my brain explodes and I'll be sending you my brain parts the next time, I'll leave you to the rest of your day. Or night, if you live in one of the parts of the world where it is night right now.

So goodbye, and I really do love y'all xxx