- Stealth -

Ahh. I can finally blog about my return to Singapore. The last few days of stealth have been unbearable, but it's all out in the open now. A bit like Michael Jackson's paedophilia. Ok, bad comparison. VERY bad comparison.

That nowithstanding, there's just no welcome back party like a 4L class gathering. We were out in nearly full force (even Maddie came), apart from a notable British exception.

It was just like the ol' days, not taking Maddie seriously, taupokking people, making fun of Maddie, throwing people in the pool, leaving Maddie clueless as to what we were talking about.

Reminiscing about the madness of '99 and '00 was especially heart-warming.
Banging heads on metal girders.
Slapping backs with an "I told you so!" on the revelation that Kubla Khan was all about sex.
Hitting each other as we debated whether the Andes or the Rockies were in South America, with the long-lasting conclusion that "Of course the panties are at the bottom!"

Post-party, it struck us as only natural that we threw Edwin in the pool. The ringleader that I was, I was thrown in with him as I flung the poor sap in. 30 seconds later, half the class was in the pool, and Shouz lost his glasses. This, at 1015pm, in a dark dark pool, with the pool lights all off. I'm quite certain my constant reminders not to look down at the tiles because there might be faces staring back didn't help. So 45 minutes and 2 (very tiny, and not very useful) torches later, Shouyi could see again, and a photo was taken off the wet 4L monkeys -- intelligently enough, at the edge of the pool. And so there was a 2nd round of swimming, and this time someone else lost his glasses.

It could only be 4L.

Post-entry note: William and Clare's words struck a chord. You gotta ask yourself what you want.