Goodbye, lil' fishie.

Yesterday, a friend passed away from a heart condition.

She was 33.

And that made me think about the fragility of life. And of all the things I want to do and achieve before my time is up.

But this post is not about those.

This is about her, a person who upon first introduction made me do a mental fist pump while thinking: "Alright, there's someone with a name as equally weird as mine!"

Her name was Salmon.

Yup. Like the fish.

And she's cool like one too.

Going by appearance alone, you might never have guessed that she's a rocker chick.

And that's part of her coolness, I guess. While other gals were busy swooning over the Backstreet Boys and listening to Michael Learns To Rock, her playlist was filled with guys who do know how to rock properly, like the Smashing Pumpkins and the Stone Temple Pilots.

And of course our group went to watch the Pilots together when they came over to Jakarta, 2 years back.

I still have the photos.

And I think that's how I'll remember her by, a cool rocker chick who live her life to the fullest.

Her heart may have suffered physical imperfection, but it was huge and perfect indeed in its metaphysical sense. And the sheer number of people who readily gave her supports in her final days is a testament to that.

Even as this is being written, the whatsapp group dedicated to her is still actively reminiscing the fond memories. It's plain to see, there may be plenty of fish in the sea, but she's the 1 Salmon we'll remember differently.

And I won't be wishing her to rest in peace. Nope.

Rather, I wish her a blast in the afterlife.

So, goodbye, Mon.

Rock on.