So I'm back in Perth, and it's hell cold (not sure how that works, since hell is presumably hot and whatnot), like, balls-shrink-masuk-perut sleep-wearing-3-layers-of-clothes piss-and-break-pee-off cold. I think it's partly because I am so used to the hot and humid and bleargh Malaysian weather, and also partly because it memang is bloody cold.

I've two new flatmates, one girl who seems very cool, and one guy (we think, because we haven't really seen him/her). It felt good to be back, and it was awesome to open my room door again, after nearly 2 months of leaving it. I've lost a mug, but I'm glad my pans and plates and cutlery are all still here.