Can't talk, must text. Love technology. Still not bursting into flames.

Transcript of what transpired under the pew.

What's for dinner?

I feel like lamb.

Is it because we are in a church, and all the statues of shepards lah, flock lah, lamb of god lah?

Ok fine.

I feel like wine and wafers too.

Alamak, I can't spell shepard.

¤Music stopped. Clap appreciatively¤

How about sangria and tapas?

Mmm, where?

6th avenue?

Or somewhere in katong?

Let's do a search. Oh the joy of instant gratification.

I think Richard is in love with the cellist. Look at how intensively he's staring at her!

She has quite a set of pipes.

That's what he said.

¤waits for this section of church to implode¤

Meanwhile, in other news, I bought some custom made foil stickers. ($6 for 120 pcs) Spongebob background with my name printed on it.

I've been sticking them everywhere.

That's what he said.

Stick them on the seat!

I don't have them with me. Also I don't think putting my name on a church pew is going to change the fact I'm headed elsewhere in a handbasket.

¤singing stopped. Clap appreciatively¤

She's very good. Why isn't she professional?

You know I'm posting this in my blog, right?

Man! I'm getting dirty looks from the guy next to me. And not in the 'how ya doing' dirty look, either.

I think its all the tapping.

That's what she said.

¤Ba da boom¤
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