5 things I hate in church pt. 2 (oh God I'm gonna do this every year after major big events):
Mothers who feed their children inside the church. I know children are moody when they're hungry, but can't you feed them at home? Or bring something as simple as bread. At least bread doesn't have strong smell like fried rice and eggs.
People who forget they parked at a place where other people can't get out unless they get out. And sometime after you got tired of waiting, came a running woman, panicky look, moved her car an inch, and then go back in because she's suppose to be in the committee or something, and you have to struggle hard moving your car backwards and forwards just to get out of the line.
Old men with too tight pants. After a series of sitting, standing, kneeling, the pants might be stuck in between his ass. And being a self diagnosed obsessive compulsive, I can't pray while looking at something as distracting as that. Unless I straightened some things out. But I can't, right. Or I'd be sued for a sexual harassment complaint.
Light weighted rocking chair. Okay, here goes the story. In most churches here, the place where you sit connects with a place where people behind you kneel. So if many people are kneeling at the same time and the chair is light weighted, this may come as the result:
Good Friday. The crucifixion is sung with such boring notes EACH YEAR. Each year. It's a torture for the audience and I pity the singers especially the narrator.
Churches with very few doors. And believe me, in my country it may took 15 minutes just to get out of the building (kecuali di Stefanus yang bentuk gerejanya kaya lapangan). People here walk slower than turtles. What annoys me to my fuckin bone is when sometimes the person in front of me meets someone he knows and say hello-how-are-you not noticing that it's jam packed behind and there's nowhere else to walk unless he moved his ass.
Oh well, at least I can always complain here. Happy Easter everyone!
Listening to: Sia - Where I Belong
shine, youre fine, see I will always have a smile for you my love and still we will be ok and well on the way, well learn it as we go, so dont treat me bad, just be glad I am strong, I know where I belong
yodee September 19, 2008 05:53 AM PDT ahahaha the illustration is too funny.
Luigi August 21, 2008 11:28 AM PDT haha I don't go to church much xD
Jogos March 18, 2008 01:42 AM PDT you can never guess when the baby thirsty, sometimes they just do it whenever they like it. and i didn't know there are areas for breast feeding
Bri May 20, 2007 10:01 PM PDT agree with the number 1!!!
cha April 28, 2007 07:43 AM PDT wah melly. i didn't know there are areas for breast feeding. miund, kemana ajaa?
melly April 27, 2007 04:41 PM PDT have a sister who still breast-feeding, it is really really awesome that some churches provide an area for a mother. you know, you can never guess when the baby thirsty, sometimes they just do it whenever they like it. anyway, it's just extremely annoying that some men (husband?) insist to be at the same room. Geeeeee..... yiek!
miund April 9, 2007 11:42 PM PDT okay this does it. i'm also gonna post stuff i find amusingly annoying in church. haha!
btw, gosip gossiiiipppp... sapa ciiii yang ngopi pes blog situuuww? hihihihi... whozontop memang kece yaaaaa!!!
I support high-class polygamy. As in you can marry both my high-class left and right butt. Otherwise it'd be too hard.
Sometimes I walk backwards just to have the feel of not knowing what's to come. Like in real life. Of course I do this too if I'm not in the mood to make social conversation and I notice someone I don't know that well in the crowd.
I read dictionaries. Finding new words in different language is like riding a rollercoaster for me. I'm that nerdy.
Artificial life sucks big time and I instantly look down on others who tried too hard to impress.
Sushi bar and sake or just plain green tea will do just fine for a first date, and many other dates to come. I adore nori just enough to have it all the time.
I've had some thoughts on the topic of sperm donor. It's the solution for my wanting to have a baby without the effort of finding the perfect husband. Also the solution for my wanting to have a half caucasian baby boy I'll name Nostradamus.
If pre-marital sex is not a sin, and the society I live in is that open-minded (yeah right), and HIV virus does not exist, I plan to have kids from all different races. So I'll have my own United Colors of Natacha.
Good book and a cup of coffee are my multiple orgasms on the beach around sunset. How good is that?
I'm a jerk detector. If you're in a relationship and want to know if your guy is a creep, bring him to me. If by chance I'm attracted to him, then yes, he's a jerk.
Any movies where the character narrates their every thoughts will make my eyebrows taut and my heart fell in love. Charlie Kaufman's my hero.
I've always wanted to go hunting. Photography speaking. Animals deserve to live.
I love games. Any kind. PC, Play Station, Nintendo, RPG, adventure, you name it. Games in love excluded.
Human behaviour never fails to amaze me.
Beaches and kites always remind me of my late Grandpa. He taught me how to fly a kite eversince I was little.
I'm learning to always look on the bright side but my surroundings suck my positivity.
I welled up if I see old couple holding hands while crossing the street. That is until my lovely mother exclaimed: Of course, otherwise they'd fall.
Nerds like Michael Tribbiani are total turn on.
Players like Joey Tribbiani are total turn off. On. Off. On. Dammit. Off.
