hujan rahmat.

it rained this morning.
couldn't sleep much yday.

so i stayed up while my phone vibrates away.
i cleaned my room.
tidied my closet.
then i went online...

one by one i searched through the web for her work.
petronas. spca. air asia. trailers from her movies. even the Singapore ones.
as i watched, the sudden feeling that she is gone hurt so bad.

occasionally i'll dose off into the night.
only to wake up few minutes later wondering if it was just a nightmare.
unfortunately, it was true.

around 6, i got up. bathed. took my scarf and headed off to Yasmin's house to pay our last respect.
it was a cold & wet morning.
sniffles & sobs here n there.
a friend of mine said hujan rahmat. God loves her so much.
another one said God is crying with us.
whichever one is true. rindu kat dia.

from her house. to the mosque. to the cemetery.
at the end, it felt really exhausting.
physically & mentally.
we sat there and we talked. some about seeing her right before she collapsed.
some remember her jokes. the toilet talks and all sorts of joke she'd crack up.
some of us reminisced her work.
"remember this school? (pointed at Lik Hung) this is the one she shot the How to spell Dinosaur TVC"
"remember the Tan Hong Ming? that wan was in D'mansara"
"remember the funeral one she did lately? about loving ones inperfections?" *tears*


however, theres a tiny little sense of closure.
she's in a better place now.
with no one to judge her, so she can be who she wants to be.

The StoryTeller.