The Little Women

To my brave and precious friend, If I have a nickel everytime I feel grateful for you, I’ll be one, super rich lady right now. Life isn’t always good to me, but you make it good. It is sometimes bitter, but you make it sweet. My journey’s been rough but you make it smooth, you make it joyful, you make it happy & you make it delightful.  When I hit rock bottom I’m just glad that my rock is you. Those Saturday night JCo’s & 2 hours video calls sustains me forever, you know. The Bangkok trip that we had? I’m so glad we went.  Well bottomline is, I really do think life won’t crack you open when it hits hard, you will crack it instead. My strong, strong willed, dearest bestfriend. Our 12 years of no rush, no hush, no shush and trustful friendship is the absolute delight of my life. I hope you know how precious you are. So today here I am, standing so proud in front of our new graduate, dr. Veronica Vensca Inggrid Jamlean, M.M. Here’s to you, here’s to your life and here’s t...

So I was on a flight this afternoon, and I just happened to pick the window seat that faced the sun, you know? It got so hot so I closed the cover. I left 1/4 of it open for my “peek window” then it got me thinking, that 1/4 is like our life, right? There is so much bigger part of it (3/4) that we haven’t, and won’t figured out like, ever. Because that big chunk is part of our God almighty’s grand plan. All we know is that 1/4 part only. All our lives, our happy and sorrows, experiences & dreams exist there. A part that gets even smaller anytime we get too caught up in something, it turns to 1/8. And we call that 1/8 as tunnel mode.  So imagine of it’s this way : I struggled so hard during my college days in my major so I flee everywhere and ended up excelling in both of my organizations (don’t worry, I studied real hard for my exit exam and passed with flying colors). But those experiences; those everything, made me who I am today. The struggle, the stories, the friendships, t...

Those people who live forever Do they want to,  or they just happen to? Do they ever wish for something otherwise? Do they, at some point in their lives, feel like they cheated on death, or it just skip them entirely? Purposely, and painfully? Because they see loved ones leave, landscapes changed, pets gone & plants died, but never they. It’s never they.  Do you think they feel such longing for it? I mean, well, even their memories ditched them somehow;  so why couldn’t life? So let me ask you this one thing, those people who live forever; do they  want to or  they just happen to? Ananda Khaira Azizah, Pekanbaru, Jan 29th 2026. Written at 10am on a Thursday.

Hey look, come look at the paper trail. The foldable part leaves mark so deep that it’s still there even when the paper is unfold. Some marks are full of histories untold, with underrated discoveries that somehow went cold. The victories of you, showing up on hard days  and auto pilot on tiring days? Small victories that aren’t small at all. It’s the hard-fought journeys that are so often missed, in a self that you so rarely kissed. So what do you say, are you  ready for some paper trail? Ananda Khaira Azizah, Pekanbaru, January 25th 2026. Written at 8am on a Sunday.

In this world  of giants, Is there anything, anywhere, or any place  that fits the little miss misfits? In a world where people lives with grand ideas, big ambitions and marvelous dreams, is there any place for anything else? For the little miss  who dreams of a quiet life.  A quiet mind in a quiet place. Somewhere  far, somewhere new & somewhere else. Do you have any idea where it might be, Somewhere where the little miss misfits will finally be free? Ananda Khaira Azizah, Pekanbaru, January 3rd 2026. Written at 2am on a Saturday.

There’s this light that glows on the particular part of that house, A part where no light  ever shines. That house on the distance, who could possibly still awake at this particular time of the night? Does someone live there now? Did someone prepare to take some exam? Is a mother awake along with her child? Rocking her back and forth, singing lullabies south to north. Is it a father with wandering minds? About their future and his child, About his wife and his child? Or maybe, it’s an anxious one; trying to greet some sleep that never comes? What’s your guess? What light could it be In that house on the distance? Ananda Khaira Azizah, Pekanbaru, Dec 24th 2025. Written at 1am on a Wednesday.