Story of February
IrnaMolly
The name is Irna
I am half of Han
I ADORE OWLS!
I don't care what you wanna say and Im not asking for your opinion about me
I skate on rollerblades and falling is just another bump on the ass. No Biggie.
I don't think Im a negative person and I dislike having negative people around me
Life is a journey full of missions and tough challenges
Bubblegums are heaven
Smoking is my hobby
Found the love of my life- Han Riley
Go ahead, poke the fire~
Green Tea is the shittttt
Big Girls Toys
My 'killer' stuffs by IrnaMollyfrom Han Riley
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whats the story, morning glory?
Friday, November 20 @ 12:44 PM
here's a story.
i was born on the third day of December 1988. i grew up with the most mischievous brothers who meant everything to me. my eldest was in 83's and the middle one is 86's. i learnt how to lie and cry and laugh with them. i learnt how to fall and be independent with them. yes, our childhood was the best ever childhood life you could imagine. we travel without fail, we get what we want instantly. though as we grow older, things are different in the sense of talking and laughing together again. but when the moment was felt, it felt incredible. i do felt butterflies in my stomach whenever we laughed together. the three of us.
my youngest sister has celebral palsy. she is a special kid who is the sparkle that brought us as family again. she lit the house with excitement and joy for my parents though the only challenges for us is she haven't really talk. and walk properly. like any normal kid do. there's no need for your sympathy really. we leave it to the Great One. and syukur alhamdullilah, we faced all obstacles strongly with full acceptance. now 12, my sister was one of the fast learners in her cohort. represented singapore for special olympics and made us and her teachers proud. she understands what we talk and say and she knows what feelings are. she is as mischievous as us when we were her age. really. and she talks alot. not really talk but making so much noises as if she was saying something. and all we could do is asking her what she said. sometimes, onion, prawn and english just blurted out from her mouth. yes, she is trying and i can see that. we never blame her for the financial crisis we had sometime ago. we never blame her for the things we never get to buy. the big plasma tv, the condo, the honda crossroad because one thing that brought us together is definitely her. thru thick and thin we suffer, we fought, we stand up.
i dont expect anyone to accept her as she is. i know sometimes people make fun of how she walks and points at her in the train and neither will i get mad at those people. because i felt proud that i have her. she made me appreciate things more. she made me think twice of buying things thats not worth it. she made me frugal. and for those who see people like her outside, pls. spare a thought before making fun of them. they dont deserve teasing in their life. they dont deserve rude comments about them. they dont question why they are like that because to them, they stand out from the crowd. and they are proud of it.
hanis, gave my sister everything. the love, the care that she need from a 'brother'. the best part is... when she learnt how to say AHH-ISSHH which is HANIS in her language and not my name or my brothers! those were the beautiful moments that i vividly remember. my sister loves hanis. though she has her one boyfriend Rahman who stays behind Hanis's block and we are very close to him too. and what i love about Rahman is his smile melts my heart. he is wheelchair bound and is paralyzed when he was 7. before that he was a normal kid. high fever cause him to paralyze from his waist down. his speech was affected too. slow but he can speak in full sentences. he regard himself as ABANG to my sister. like,"Fara abang punya laaaah" and stuff like that.
well, you know.. when i get married with Han, i wanna take good care of my sister and get her everything she wants and need for her. and that is truly my biggest dream.
i felt that my life can be alot of pain and struggle but those are the things that made me stronger to face the world. and thats the reason why i cant handle hurt from the person i truly love. because my childhood was my only happiness. the only time i felt free. even though school was always tough for me. the non stop teasing. my big front teeth. the endless fights. the tomboy and so on. it was hard. but i managed to push thru.
I always knew looking back on the tears would make me laugh, but I never knew looking back on the laughs would make me cry.