yeah, church, they said

Can't they be more annoying than this?

I can see why everyone is undeniably annoyed by the noise from the church. Picture this; our house, er, bedrooms, are less than five meters from the separating shoulder-height wall. I usually already out of bed and activated my whole body systems, working on something, like, give the dog his meal,open all the curtains, stuff my mouth with the toasted bread, take a shower, or simply pretend I'm sleepwalking and throwing myself onto the bed again, "hell with it. Sleep another mins sounds zexy."

"They are taking the second floor," my ex-landlady voluntarily informed. I've moved from her house one and a half year ago but I become visit her more frequently now for assisting her banking stuffs and all, "you should attend the Sunday service there, Jerry. Remember that your late dad was a church staff. Be a good boy."

The most painful noise from the Sunday school is not coming from the kids themselves, but from the instructor, or whatever you call the person in charge who yells at the microphone both in her singing or in her giving instructions as if she has completely forgot that it works well, delivering her dreadful singing skill and dry hoarse uninspiring yell.

"She cant even sing!" comments Al everytime the shouts beamed and invaded the already polluted air with the car-repair shop in front of the house, and the busy life of the road. I agree.

Their only problem, the Sunday School teachers, however, sounds absurd, if not lame.

"Good morning, kids!!!" one of them would yell which usually followed by almost fainted weak response from the kids. And she will ask them the same question until they shout back at her, a satisfactory or angry reply.

Too bad, because they usually forget that wasnt the agreed-on answer.
IF she asked how're they doing, they would shout back, "Amazing!!"
And she will repeat the same question, but they should shout back, "Hallelujah."
And they would say it in a robotic way, if not being forced by the circumstances.

These kids are also pain in the ass when they are supposed to stand up on their feet during some songs or prayers.
They sing half-heartedly, and they've got to sing it many times until they successfully show that they sing it like they mean it. Yep, tragic as it is.

When this thing is taking place, one and a half hour later, the Youth Service will start. They are more cooperative creatures. Sing and stand up and pray and shut up when the sermon begins. A great relief for everyone.

The last service follow after that, attended by the grown-ups, married, divorcees, single-in-their-late-twenty or thirty or forty, middle-aged people, you name it. This one contains the best boredom ever: dozens of unimpressive amateur choir perfomances, mostly not accompanied by any musical instruments.

Yes, we experience it all from our bedroom, sometimes me in my underwear or naked under the showerhead, singing along if not cursing.