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Me.
Yet another one written yesterday.
It's the evil-me.
I'll let my nasty side loose just for this post.
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Rock concert in a church? *meant to be sarcastic*
Yes. My church has it every Sunday.
I usually ignore my complaints of the VERY LOUD church music.
"Puj1an_dan_P3ny3mbahan" as they call it (or whatever the latest term is)...
But today's is the loudest of the loudest they ever held.
That's why it ended up here. My complaint, I mean.
Why can't I accept this loud church music like everyone else in the church?
I always play NEWS songs or whatever song I have in the laptop loud in my room.
Why is this church's rock concert SO unbearable??
And the tambourine dancers?
<<insert any curse words>>So FAKE.
They look so oh~ innocent, so goodie-goodie... so religiously perfect.
But I believe they are not what they are seem.
Yes, okay. I heard you.
Maybe I'm just being jealous.
I admit that.
I'm jealous that they can perform so bravely in front of everyone.
I'm jealous of their self-confidence.
But that's all.
I can't control my irritation, looking at the way they are dancing.
I'm totally irritated by them.
They are passionate of the music...
...I can understand.
They being so overly passionate (somewhat reminded me of... erm... dare I say it?... Hint: The dance Cuddy did in the 2-part finale for House S4), I want to puke.
Well. I don't know them personally.
So I really don't have the right to judge them.
But, what the heck.
I'm still so irritated right now, (& they don't know about it)...
I only have this blog to channel this irritation.
How bad is this rock concert anyway, you ask?
Imagine this.
The church isn't so big. Maybe almost 2/3 of a football field.
The church seats, all occupied by church-goers.
Loud music. Very Loud music.
Heartbeat slightly accelerates.
...and you are not even singing, dancing, running, walking...
You are just standing.
And yet your heart beats so fast as if you just seen a ghost or chased by a really nasty dog.
The loud music.
Not only your ears listen to it.
Your heart too.
It's like someone is tap-dancing in your heart.
You can feel the drum's beats in your heart.
As I'm writing this (yes, I'm drafting this on paper in church again) I still feel the after-effects.
My palm went cold & sweaty.
My body still deciding to fight or flee.
...Also feeling slightly confused.
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| 5 minutes later
Oh, good.
Instead of vomiting or flee, my body decided to cry.
Since last year, I've become sensitive to LOUD noise. My brother and I had a fight before and he yelled at me. It was so frightening, I ended up crying hysterically in my room.
And now.
The loud rock concert in my church made me cry.
Just because it's SO, SO, SO LOUD!
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