The closest I got to her was when she was at Starbucks KLCC, in her most familiar look: wearing an unassuming pastel-toned baju kebaya. She was with her friends and talking to fans, so I left her be.
And now she's gone. I was shocked when I read she was hospitalised but I told myself, don't worry, she'll recover...How wrong I was.
It saddens me that such a talented director, a conjurer of tales, a moulder of hearts, and a painter of our society's hopes and fears, has left us. She was a steadfast reflector of our life and our times, and a true Malaysian if there ever was one. She left so soon—we were still expecting her to grow from strength to strength and to have many, many more years of storytelling. Stories for us, and stories of us.
Farewell, Yasmin.
And now she's gone. I was shocked when I read she was hospitalised but I told myself, don't worry, she'll recover...How wrong I was.
It saddens me that such a talented director, a conjurer of tales, a moulder of hearts, and a painter of our society's hopes and fears, has left us. She was a steadfast reflector of our life and our times, and a true Malaysian if there ever was one. She left so soon—we were still expecting her to grow from strength to strength and to have many, many more years of storytelling. Stories for us, and stories of us.
Farewell, Yasmin.
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