The other day, I had a missed call from a friend. As usual, it's very habitual of me not to answer any callers on their first call - something I really have to resolute to change.
Anyways, it turns out that my friend hurt her back.. it was so painful she thought she was dying (kwacheong-ly speaking) and decided to call me to tell me that, should anything happen to her, I am on her list to inherit her Chanel 2.55.
She was joking, of course.
But it's kinda sweet that she thinks of me when in pain, and could actually plant a joke which only bagwhores like us understand.
Life is short. We should really laugh a little louder - find friends who can make us laugh.
Later on, I received an sms which told me that another blogger whom I admired for her courage and positive outlook on life had passed on.
She once blogged she had cried for a stranger who succumbed to cancer though she didn't know his name.
And now, I bet hundreds of blogger stranger friends are crying for her.
I always believed when you have touched and made a difference in ONE, single person's life, it means you have led a fruitful life.
And Lisa has touched so so many, including mine.
To Lisa, a true Beauty of the World.
"Death may be the greatest of all human blessings." - Socrates.
Rest well, dear Lisa.