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And here's a picture to show what I was really doing:

Passers-by found it quite amusing and there was a man who pointed my act out to his girlfriend. Being retarded has its perks(the girl was quite cute).

There was an excess of lollipops to go around with, so LL took an empty plate, placed a lollipop on it, capped it with one of those plastic covers which we're all in excess with, and placed it on the conveyor belt.

It came back.

Then he tried something else. He filled the cap of the miso soup bowl with cucumber, placed it on a plate, capped it with the same type of plastic covers, and placed it on the conveyor belt.

It didn't come back.

Hope the chefs removed it, coz LL was scratching his feet while preparing his dish.

There was also a food fight, in which ice packs and lemons were thrown around. And MH placed his phone on the conveyor belt, and the phone's video capturing function was on, so you could experience the (short) life of a sushi as it makes its way down the conveyor belt.

I forgot what other hilarious moments there were, because I was too full to move or laugh too much and hence bad memory, but there was this girl who, presumably, is a daughter of one of the employees.

She was quite cute. The daughter that is, not the mother.

MH muttered something to the guys along the lines of 'I want to do a rape in a Japanese restaurant' when the girl was just behind me(I was sitting because standing increases the effect of gravity on the lead-weight of a stomach I had) and being full and having most of the blood in my stomach I went ahead and announced:

Wah MH said he wanted to do a rape in a Japanese restaurant with the cute girl behind me

before I ran off due to embarrassment. As the girl was sitting behind me, I couldn't see her reaction at all...

...but I was told that she looked up.

We ran after that, I wasn't very interested in being accused of sexual harassment.

Darren passed me my chem+bio stuff, so sweet of him to come down to Bishan MRT station just to pass it to me <3

On the way back, I was squashed in the MRT compartment at Serangoon. There were 2 couples in front of me, and they were all over each other so I couldn't really tell whose hand was..whose. 2 couples as in 2 pairs of couples, mind you. And because I was quite disturbed(I didn't really enjoy the scene, I didn't want to be caught staring), I closed my eyes and wished I wasn't there. And then I wished for a lot more stuff, perhaps an indication that there are cracks in my life that I'm otherwise unaware of. And then I recalled all those TV scenes in which growth is sudden and painless, and the future is always bright. They always have transition scenes in which the boy/girl grows up to be a man/woman or woman/man or woman/woman or man/man, via everyday life stuff, like alighting from an MRT train. A typical scene could be a boy alighting every day, for a few days(in the scene), at a stop that indicates the proximity of his house along that area, and then he suddenly moults into a teenager, than an adult. I was hoping for the same to happen to me as the MRT made its slow approach to Kovan. I didn't want to have to deal with the 2 couples in front of me(deal with meaning trying my best not to stare), and I didn't want to deal with a lot of other stuff right now, but nothing like that happened when I opened my eyes. Kovan was still Kovan, and I'm still me, and no jump in age has occurred besides the ageing of a minute or 2, whichever's the duration of the journey between Serangoon and Kovan.

Life's not a chore, but there are tiresome parts and the jealousy, inadequacy, every negative feeling one could ever have, doesn't make you stronger. It makes you more aware of certain inhibitions in your life.

I try to ignore these inhibitions, but I'm not sure how often it works. I've typed around 5 times more messages to you than I've ever sent, because the remaining 4 times were chucked or promptly deleted due to the inhibitions that are so deeply ingrained.

I'm 1/5 the man I am in front of you than I am in front of others, all because of inhibitions.

I will post the picture of me and my girlfriend+the mannequin) next time. I remember when I was young, I was very scared of mannequins because there was a ghost movie about mannequins. I was P1 then. Still young and innocent, still unaware that there are things that are worse than ghosts--humans, inhibitions, myself.