When I took this photo above,  I didn’t realize that the output will be like this – sad.  Or maybe because falling leaves will always be a sad thing. After everything, growing and being green – falling is like a death for these leaves.

These brown leaves are maybe wondering – what will happen next, now that I fall?

Such a gloomy day for me as I type this early Friday morning.

I got sadden when I found out the article about my former colleague, who is also my fellow bridetobe batch mate (we both had our wedding preps on the same year of 2007)

They had an 888 wedding last year (8-8-2008) but after 8 months of blissful marriage, her husband died of heart attack.

How can one know that it’s going to happen?
Does the leaves above knows that they’re going to fall?

What a painful reality of irony.
Can’t help but cry.

“perhaps luck exists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance, and from the peace that comes from knowing, that you just can’t know it all”

- Little Black Book