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Yesterday was a reminder of everything I've been missing for the past two months or so. Exams ended yesterday with a fairly straightforward Political Science paper. Well at least I didn't have to use all that much smoke. But anyway, headed down to meet Luke, Alan and Judy at Timbre. Jeremy Monteiro and his band were playing there and boy were they good stuff. I can't believe its been months since I've just sat somewhere whiling the night away with friends, good music and an Erdinger or two. Throw in discovering the Freemason headquarters of Singapore - some organisation akin to the Priory of Scion - , scaring the ROM security guard out of his slumber, singing Play That Funky Music White Guy! along with some busker at 2 am in the morning and discussing the relationship between armpit hair and a certain sleeveless white uniform and it makes for a well deserved and long awaited great night out. Oh and throw in some rockin blues and frikkin funny jokes from Crazy Elephant!

How does Sinead O'Connor part her hair?

She squats.