Anyone who has ever found a place to call home in a foreign country would understand the bizzare feeling of taking a holiday back to your actual home. 

You feel like the world slows down again, pace is lazy and comfortable almost instantly. But more awe is the feeling that things haven't changed as much as much as yourself. (Unless you moved into a cave for longer than the average time one needs to gain enlightment.)

well this is kinda how I felt being back for a month. I saw all of my closest friends, imported 2 pairs of new heelys, bought the acting bible, visited my old work places, went snowboarding at perisher, Cameo'd in the most talked about reality drama show, watched a youth theatre production, saw Sapphires the Australian film which I extra'd, attended a Comic Con and met Squidward and just before I left, visited the hospital where one of my closest high shool mates just became a father, he was also first to get married. It reminds me of how last year i just managed to catch one of my eldest cousins embarking motherhood in a Vietnam hospital.  A well rounded trip, but I do wish I found time to see more old friends, or they would find time for me, but its kinda a lesson to learn not to wait for people, because anyone, especially friends can hold you back from growing and well your life and you wouldn't know what you are missing, and that's the sad part.  

So after touching down in Singapore again I parked my ass in a decent dorm hostel for 3 nights (they don't really do privates SG) and looked for a place to stay for 2 months (because I supposedly might have a job in NOV and Dec in Malaysia) and omg that was not easy, it took me 3 days.  In between waking up at 5am on my 1st day I had to do my recurring Cameo for Point of entry the multicoloured English crime series of SG.  (i noticed I'm describing extra work as cameo  instead, it feels more redeeming)  The amazing or strange thing is, I'm coming back to wrap my role as a client of an under-age prostitute, the scene this time: a night club I have no lines and yet they were willing to reimburse for my replacement airfare (i've yet to receive). They said they needed me early Sept so I booked 4th and then they said they need me ON the 4th so they would pay for a ticket on the 3rd. Thou Shalt Hath Faith in the Singapore Industry and their respect for... Cameo Talents. 

Anyway, about finding a place to stay, I settled with a place in Punggol, the north east limits of Singapore, a Swanky modern 3 room HDB apartment with a gay house mate and a puppy. 
A friend of mine said that sounds like a recipe for a sitcom!

If only i was a more capable writer. 

Now back to attacking the sets of Singapore, taking them down like Dominoes. 

Performance Rating:  7/10 
A fairly rough welcome back but the extra role was cake