11 mar 26 rabu

 

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salah jadwal rapat

rudos all the time

sore with pamela n mbak ifah

hotel pandanaran bukber fakultas

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The Fortress Within

 

The Fortress Within

Look at him,
showing off his wealth—
astaghfirullah.
The glitter of gold speaks loudly,
as if the world itself
could be measured by possessions.

I pause for a moment,
not because I am defeated,
but because I must guard my heart
from wandering into darkness.

Be strong,
I whisper to myself.

May I remain a good person—
one who does not envy
when others rise high,
one who does not gossip
when wounded by pride and arrogance.

Let him be.
Let them be.
With their behavior,
with the paths they choose to walk.

Bismillah.

I must be strong.
Not to fight them,
but to fight the storm within myself—
the temptation of jealousy,
the whisper of anger,
the urge to answer arrogance with the same fire.

I will build a fortress
around my heart:
with patience that no one sees,
with prayers that no one hears,
with faith that quietly grows.

Because not everything that shines
holds peace inside.
Not everyone who looks rich
sleeps with a calm soul.

And sometimes,
the strongest person
is the one who remains silent
and keeps their heart clean.

If the world becomes
a stage for pride,
then let me be
the quiet soul in the audience.

While they compete
to appear greater,
I will strive
to remain better.

For in the end,
the richest person
is not the one who owns the most—

but the one
who can protect
the goodness of their soul. ✨

10 mar 26 selasa

 

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sore penelitian

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majt

wrg

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Holly Molly in My Quiet Space

The weird person is on—
reading what I read,
his shadow leaning
over the glow of my screen.
My words are not alone anymore;
my thoughts suddenly
have an audience
I never invited.

I want to work,
to walk quietly through my tasks,
to build my little towers of focus.
But he wants to chat—
words knocking on the door
of my concentration,
again and again,
like restless rain on a window.

Taking a file
from under my lappy—
holy moly!
What kind of scene is this?
My desk, my space,
my tiny island of calm
turned into a strange little storm.

How come
that that kind of person exists?
And not somewhere far away,
not in a distant story—
but near me,
right here,
inside the borders
of my breathing space.

Holy moly,
what kind of heart
do I need
to face him,
to handle him
without losing the quiet
inside my chest?

Maybe not a heart of anger,
sharp like broken glass.
Maybe not a heart that runs away
every time footsteps come close.

Maybe I need
a mountain heart—
steady, silent,
unmoved by noisy winds.

Maybe I need
a river heart—
flowing around the rocks,
never stopping,
never losing its way.

So let him talk.
Let him wander
through the edges of my day.

I will return
to my work,
to my words,
to the calm little universe
inside my screen.

And when he asks again,
when the strange moment repeats,
I will simply smile and say,

"Not now.
I'm working."

And my quiet
will return
like sunlight

after a passing cloud. 🌤️ 

9 mar 26 senen

 

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siang rapatstudilanjut

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bukber

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indomrt

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8 maret 26 minggu

 

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sore wrg

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martabak

indomaret

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