Massive is a word that I picked up when I met Anne and Jon last year. And its a word Ive been using a lot here in Perth, describing everything from the portions of the food "its MASSIVE!" to the Curtin Bentley campus "omg, its massive!!" to just about everything and it manages to apply.

The world is massive and I feel really happy Ive been given the chance to experience it outside of my tiny Miri scope.

Its colder than I expected it to be, sometimes hitting 1 degree celcius. But that just gives me the excuse to use winter clothing, doesnt it, and Ive been getting funky with coats, scarves and boots. Loving it, as Ive never had the chance to wear such back in Miri. Im working it, babes.

Visited lots of places already and I feel so grateful to the people who have toured me around. Unbelievably wonderful people. And I have the best flatmates too!

Ive met a lot of former Curtin Miri students, and its been a blast and a half catching up. Perths a very pretty city and one good thing about it is that its not too huge to be intimidating and distracting and yet not too small to be reminiscent of Miri.

Not that Im not missing the people I left behind. I came alone.

But Miri of late has been associated with things that have made me either cry too many tears or been numbed beyond any possible other feeling. I loved the people that I loved (if that makes sense) but there was this desperate overwhelming shroud of sadness all around me there, which I just couldnt shed, no matter who I met or what I did. My reputation preceded me and my happiness was something that had been taken away a long time ago.

Ive been here a week. And in that span of time, Ive somehow been happier than Ive been in a year.

And thats saying something.

Now, Im starting operation sydney. Details later.