I was glued to the TV for most part of yesterday evening, trying to piece together the snippets of information provided by the various channels... ITV, BBC, CNN... a manic state of confusion. I think we all knew it was an act of terror, well before it was officially announced. In a way, alot of people were expecting the next 9/11, it wasn't a case of if it would happen again, but rather where and when. The London bombings have restated a sense of fear and uncertainty in many hearts and even makes me think about the possibility of one such attack here in Australia; and how I would respond to it.

My prayers go out to the family and friends of lost loved ones. Over 50 people were killed and many more injured. The puzzling thing is, why does it take a terrorist act for all to rally together, when there are thousands of people dying of poverty and disease everyday? People are more inclined toward helping the victims of a terrorist act rather than donating towards an honest charity. Are we living in denial, conveniently ignoring the fact that there are helpless people out there that could do with some help. The distance allows us this luxury of shutting our minds to the reality of third world countries. What we can't see can't hurt us. In contrast, we get emotional and stirred up when an act of terror occurs in our cities. Why? Cos we might be next....

On a lighter note, got awoken by the postman this morning... an hour before my "wake-up" time.. but it was well worth getting out of bed for.. thanks kiddo!!

It's funny, Monday morning and I aint feeling the blues.... it was a good weekend, even though I had to work, I think I made full use of my time. Friday night was fantastic, after our Burmese dinner, the whole lot of us headed down to the city for drinks cum pub/bar crawl. Theres this place on Flinders, near corner of Flinders and Exhibition called Phoenix, really nice place, its got 4 levels, but its in a staggered formation (really hard to explain) and has a cosy feel to it. Really cool music, they play weird and wacky remixes and its not too loud so its conducive to talk. Countless beers and scotch n cokes later, we headed to a jazz bar on little Collins; The Purple Emerald... they have a jazz band playing, and its pretty cool cos the musicians are all young punks and they just jam and have fun. Didnt quite like the layout of the place, but thankfully, it didn't stop us having a good time- a few more drinks always does the trick!

Saturday was spent working, then went to Block M for dinner, BUT.. upon entering the restaurant, we changed our minds as the atmosphere was ... err... not conducive for eating, got an absolute shock... Commercial Rd, you have to try it to understand what I'm talking about. We also caught "The Longest Yard", I lurvvvve those sport-sy movies, where the underdog wins in the end... great laugh and very entertaining.

Sunday was spent working again, then to the city for shopping, finally got to use up some of the David Jones credits... headed straight home to catch "Live 8"... very disappointing... the Wimbledon final was equally disappointing, I thought the match would have been more competitive...who can stand up to Federer?