i meant to do that last post on scotch over here... dont know what happened. sigh~ blurness continues.

i heard on the news that three boys, all under eleven years old, were killed in a train accident. they weren't even on the train.

ok, so twenty minutes before the accident, there were reports of some boys throwing stones at the train. and the kids were playing on the tracks.

don't they watch TV?

olive oyl used to always get tied onto train tracks by bluto and the popeye would have to chug down a couple of cans of spinach before saving her, usually by stopping the train with his bare hands.

err.. okay... i can see how they might have thought they were invincible.

you never really realize the impact that this kind of thing has on people until something like this happens to someone close to you. seriously, i get how sad this incident is, but i don't understand how the parents and the family feel. because it's not me.

cause in the end, you only truly understand the pain of others when you've been through the same thing.