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Why Do They Scream Like That?

Wait. Hang on a minute. So do I!!! But why in the world do we do it - screaming like someone was peeling off our toenails sans anesthetic whenever we see a celebrity that we like. I don't know why I do it either.

I remember when RAIN came to Malaysia for his concert, my sis and I, we promised each other that we will do nothing of that sort. We will remain sane and behave like the aunties that we are turning into. That we will be civilized and cultured, elitish even.

But when RAIN came on and said 'hi' to everyone, even the aunties sitting to our right who were about seventy? A Hundred years old were hollering and whopping. Like...OMG. Then eff it....we'll do it! So, off we went screaming our kidneys out. To our credit, we did not end up getting hoarse.

It IS a funny phenomenon, though, the way the girls scream their high-pitched ear-piercing screams! I watched some Raymond Lam concert performances and I can't hear a blardie thing because of the girls screaming! He opens his mouth and the camera shakes and my speakers crackle.

When he doesn't say anything, they don't either. He says something and they go off again. Funny, girls are. :-)

But then again, I digress. Have you watched the recent World Cup matches. As it turns out, even the guys can deliver quite a vocal punch. Except that they are smarter. They used whatchamacallits....vuvuzelas?

So maybe girls aren't such funny creatures after all. You just have to be more mindful about your ears whenever in their presence and you know that a celeb is about to make his way there too. Do guys do these things? Do they feel inclined to scream on top of their lungs too? Hhhhmmm....I don't think so.

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