Still have music running through my head.

At the end of the congregation meeting, my younger sister told me "don't try too hard" when we were about to start inging. I felt really hurt and insulted by that because when someone says something like that, to me, it's basically saying that I'm being overly enthusiastic or that I'm gonna start singing in a strange tone if I sing "too hard." Afterwards, I left the building immediately so I could hang around in the parking lot. Ok, I usually hang around inside the Kingdom Hall so I could talk to the friends (And I feel pretty bummed about not doing so), but you know, what my sister said just really got to me. I know it shouldn't, but it did. I mean, it's not like this happens all the time, right? It just...arrgh, I hate when she says things like that. I told her, "You know, if there's something wrong with my singing, just ignore it, ok? You have to realize and understand that everyone's got a different singing voice." I said it just like that. Pssh, she was still being a smart aleck about it, but hey, I really don't care. She's a good little sister, but when she says things like that, man, it just makes me wanna snap. I am very particular about such matters. She always tells me that my singing is bad. I don't know, I guess it's the fact that she's got more music talent than I do makes her think she has the right to say something like that to me. Oh well. I think that my singing is pretty decent, no need to let anyone else tell me otherwise.

I was in the parking lot after the meeting, listening to my music. Erm...more like dancing around in a dimly lit parking lot. At 9.30pm. But hey, no one was around to see that, right? I pretty much did that until my mother and my siblings arrived. I was listening to Shakira's anthem for the World Cup (like 10 times in a row). Even though it's soundtrack, I interpret the song as a tune that emanates Rai'n'B with a splash of Latino. Even though I do not know what the line "Tsamina mina zangalewa" means since I can't understand African, but I do understand the line "When you fall get up." Speaking of the World Cup, I was totally rooting for the Netherlands, but Spain won. Can you believe that? I read somewhere that one of the referees screwed up, so Netherlands could have won. Oh well, there's always next time, eh? And no, I'm not one of those people who only pretend to love soccer only during the World Cup season. I have loved soccer since I was probably in 7th or 8th grade. I just really love watching the game in general. Anyways, my apologies for digressing. What was I talking about again...? *ponders* Oh, right. Singing!

Well, I really can't say anything else, I just wish my sister would stop criticizing my singing abilities. Ah, younger sisters, ain't they a blast? If it's constructive criticism, then I wouldn't mind. One of the elderly brothers said I have a lovely singing voice, so I'm content. And I am singing to Jehovah God, ya know, singing His praises and whatnot, so why should I mind negative comments?

Ooh, I just want to mention this before I forget. When we were driving home from the Kingdom Hall, I opened my window all the way, stuck my arm outside the window, and deeply breathed in the air. It smelled like strawberries! Well, we were driving by several crop fields, so that is probably why the air smelled so sweet. I just love a good, cool summer breeze.

So yeah, that's my Tuesday evening in a nutshell. Not too exciting, eh? Meh, most people don't find 'churchy' stuff (And it's not churchy, thank you very much) or sibling rivalry to be exciting either way. Anyways, I gotta head to bed soon. Probably should do the dishes... *thinks if it could be done tonight or tomorrow*

By the way, the thunderstorm is still going on. I see occasional flashes outside my window.


EDIT>>>7/14/10>>>12.01am

So, at around midnight, I finished washing the dishes. I was listening to music the entire time, and during this, I felt a lot less angered at my sister and became calmer. I swear, right after the Bible, music is my savior. After I finished the dishes, I had to go outside to put something in the recycling bin. Of course, there was still a downpour, so I brought my umbrella with me. I decided to play around in the rain since I am already outside with an umbrella and nobody is watching. Dancing in the rain at midnight. Sounds like something out of a dream, but yes, I really did it. You can laugh now.