things fall apart.

sometimes it really feels as if the world is coming to an end.

i'm enraged by the nonsensically heinous killings. how, stupid stupid fools, could you? and those heaving at your feet, wide-eyed, not understanding why death should choose them - they did nothing.

this senselessness renders me speechless. it could have been anyone. it could have been me, or someone dear, and it doesn't make any sense. have we all become victims of one another, schizophrenic from the constant chaos buzzing in our ears?

amidst the paranoia and the indulgent depression, what's left of the peace-of-mind from the countryside walks?it's unsettling. Truth is, we are all the same. we are fragile, we are never really in control; we should be happy to be alive.

This goes out to everyone in the world, because someday, we would finally have to fight against something far bigger together.

Green day - Wake me up when September ends

Move aside, blah movie posters!

Now here are some rockin' movie posters of late that really caught my eye.

In Brad Pitt's words, "this is the shit, man!"