Sayonara, my dear best girlfriend :')

Assalamualaikum.

This is a special post, dedicated to a very special friend, Zalikha Azman, who is on her way to a new life as I am writing.

Zalikha or Ika, one of my best girl friend, whom we developed our friendship together with Anis, Ainul, Nisa and Atie, only very recently since moving to this new house. The smile and laughter are the factors we started our bonding, with our every day gossiping and gone wild! Lol.

We had known each other for only 4 months, but our friendship started to foster. And there our friendship strangely grew rapidly and strongly.

You are a very special person, have a very good personality that I admire. You have a very strong will power, perseverance, kind hearted, caring, friendly… whatever – only goodness I see in you!

We've shared many smiles and many tears, but nothing beats the laughter. 

No doubt, it is very sad to see you leaving us for good. Gossiping, karaoke-ing, sleeping, all those -ings will no longer be the same any more without you. However, I am very happy for you, that you are starting this new chapter of your life there. It is very exciting for you, and we are all looking forward to be able to vacation at your new place after you have settled.

From today, this moment onwards, our home now will no longer be called ‘home’ to you, and future visits (or ‘return’) would be just vacation. May you settle in the new place quickly, get a good job, and able to start a new home soon.

All the best, Zalikha! May God bless you a smooth and easy start of the new life.

Love, Elys :')

Daddy! ;D

If there was an adventurer who agreed to enlist

in search of the awesomest father to ever exist,

He’d have to hunt every record throughout every land,

from the countries with mountains to those filled with sand.

When he was all finished, he’d return empty handed,

though I would not be surprised because that’s just how I planned it.

I already knew my father was the best.

I was only putting the world to the test.

Other dads are tiny trikes.

My Daddy is a car.

Other dads are ukuleles.

My Dad is a guitar.

Other dads are just a sprint.

My Daddy is the race.

Other dads are only hairline.

My Dad is the face.

My Daddy is a rock star. He’s a regular rambling ranger;

a stupendous super hero, dismissing every drop of danger.

He taught me how to read and then he taught me how to write.

I follow his example. That’s why I am polite.

He’s fantastic and he’s fun. He’s firm but always fair.

I’ve hung with other dads, of course, but they couldn’t compare.

Sometimes we go out shopping. Sometimes we toss a ball.

My daddy tries to make the time for us to do it all.

Other dads are cute koalas.

My Dad is a Bear.

Other dads are invitations.

My Daddy is a dare.

Other dads are only branches.

My Dad is the trunk.

Other dads are ally oops.

My Daddy’s a slam dunk.

My Dad’s a Sunday breakfast filled with each and every fixing,

spread across the table with all the flavors mixing.

Pancakes next to muffins, bananas butting berries,

bacon next to sausage, across from all the cherries.

Hot chocolate flatters waffles, eggs improve with cheese,

all alongside orange juice – that of course has just been squeezed.

Other dads are only eyes.

My Dad’s a set of shades.

Other dads are two of hearts.

My Dad’s the Ace of Spades.

Other dads have shaky knees.

My Dad is always brave.

Other dads are mushy surf.

My Dad’s the perfect wave.

My Daddy is the greatest and to this I can attest.

Other dads, I’m sure are awesome. Mine is still the best.

While other dads are slapping fives, my Daddy tosses ten.

He tells me that he loves me. Then he tells me so again.

If you still don’t believe me, and think your dad’s the chief,

then I’ll just sit right here and shake my head in disbelief.