Posted by: Adhi Anugroho | 1 September 2016

The Span of A Day

24 hours is the length of time established by the Creator as the course of one day. No more, no less. Exact and precise. Deemed enough to withhold the myriad of human activities; the hustle and bustle, the malaise and malady, the pomp and circumstance of individuals, groups, societies, countries, and nations.

16 hours is the approximate time when a human is awake. Deemed enough to pray, work, eat, laugh, love, be merry, be aghast, be sad, be human.

12 hours is the mark of midday and midnight. A time when tides change from ebb to flow, and from flow to ebb. The time of absolute light and heat, also a time of absolute darkness and frost.

8 hours is a third of day. The first of which spent in mortal pursuits; wealth, desire, survival-bathed in the waters of possibility and clothed in the fabric of immediacy. The second of which spent in either leisure or endeavour-within the comfort of hearth and home, or the vigour of industry. The last of which is a time for sleep which silence paves way for dreams-also a time best spent preparing for a journey which trancends time itself; a return, a homecoming, a wish for home.

2,5 hours is the estimate amount of time dedicated to five series of worship, each centered on obligations set forth by the Owner of human lives; starting from a call, leading to exaltation, moving to servitude, settling down to remembrance, then perhaps, invocation.

1 hour is a span of 60 minutes, demarcating the greater events of a whole 24-be it for productivity, proclivity, leisure, or perhaps cacophony; each a vessel for a destination.

30 minutes is a time could be well spent for lovemaking; perhaps the summation of romance or arguably, the pinnacle of lust. Enough said.

15 minutes is a time better spent making a good cup of coffee, perhaps accompanied by toffee or pastries-whichever strikes your fancy.

3 minutes is the time spent each night to read a concatenation consisting of several surahs, verses, remembrances and prayer before the closing of yes and surrender to the Life Bringer.

I’m tired, but I’ve not given up hope.
May my next 24 hours be an improvement over my previous.


Note: This writing is inspired by a CouchSurfing Writers Club meeting which theme was “Hari”, under the umbrella theme of “Waktu”.

Posted by: Adhi Anugroho | 11 November 2012

A More Weighted Equilibrium

A well-rounded view of the world might be unattainable for every man. Additionally, every person has their own unique worldview that is made up from cumulative knowledge and experience. This makes society a vast cobweb of unique personal viewpoints stringed together by means of communication.

Come Rawls to once again suggest a streamlining process. This time in the form of another equilibrium.

I say; great.

Now if only the limbic system would be more accommodative.. or is it already?
I call upon you: Neuro-linguistic programming!

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Posted by: Adhi Anugroho | 5 January 2012

Japan’s Women Will Rock You!

Hiya guys. I would to share a few of my musical discoveries from the land of the rising sun. These women are so awesome, the whole world should take note.



exist†trace :

Rie a.k.a. Suzaku (guitarist):


Gacharic Spin (they have one helluva bad-arse bassist):

Koga (Gacharic Spin’s bassist):

Posted by: Adhi Anugroho | 16 November 2011

I’m a Carbon-based Cynic

After reading Angry Metal Guy‘s review of this EP, I decided to give this EP a go. He gave it a 3.5 out of 5. Personally, I’d give it a 4.

For all intents and purposes, this EP isn’t metal. Cynic seems to have ceased being a metal band since their last EP; Re-Traced. The distortion’s there, the intricate drumming is also there. But the metal riffs are gone. It seems that Paul Masvidal, the driving force behind Cynic have gone out of the metal headspace and into a meditative realm of thought. The biggest banner that indicates this is The Space for This; the second song off of Cynic’s second album Traced in Air.

Perhaps it’s deliberate that The Space for This’ chorus “can I be the space for this” is exactly the same as Eckhart Tolle’s philosophical utterance. Tolle himself is what I call a philosopher. After having been an intellect in his early adult life, Tolle suffered long periods of suicidal depression which led to his  epiphanous “inner transformation”. It is from this experience that he wrote several monographs on spiritual improvement which promotes peacefulness in spite of the frantic nature of (post) modern life. And, it seems that Cynic’s mastermind, Masvidal drew hefty inspiration from Tolle as well as all things spiritual. Come to think of it, putting the terms “Tolle”, “spiritualism” and “meditation” in one bracket doesn’t sound off at all.

With the above in mind, it’s easy to understand where Cynic (or at least Paul Masvidal) is heading in terms of music. It seems that Masvidal & Co. are intent on creating music that blends their past metal sensibilities and their newfound understanding of spiritualism (or perhaps Masvidal’s own personal mindset).

Musically, Cynic’s Carbon-Based Anatomy sounds very eclectic. The intro and interludes sounds as if they’re from Delerium’s Karma album. And some of the riffs are vaguely reminiscent of The Gathering’s The West Pole. Both of which are have intersecting soundscapes.

Having been familiar with “atmospheric” music since adolescence, Cynic’s Carbon-Based Anatomy fits right into my musical sensibilities.

Posted by: Adhi Anugroho | 29 August 2011

Song of The Week: Motionless

The Haunted – Motionless

Curse the day that you were born
Curse the god above for the sheer technicalities
That will keep us apart
(We will stay separated)

Everything you say’s been said before
By someone just like you and me
It’s a comfort can’t you see

Acting out your desperate solution
Because no one understands
(How could they ever understand?)
Once upon a time when you were strong
And you could see it clearly
(Now everything you once believed is gone)

Why does it all seem motionless?
A parody of what we could have had
I’m sick and tired of explanations
(Still blinded)
Find yourself another brick
To act out your delusions
Your fashion statement make-believe
Won’t change a god damned thing at all

Ain’t you got a better place?
Somewhere where you could be who you truly are?
Do you think anybody cares?
(Anybody at all?)
And if so would it matter?
If you lost just a little bit
Of this superficial claim to fame…

Resting on a slab cast on
The shaky graves of those who came before you
(Oh! So hollow)
Your name becomes a trademark
Set solutions for the things you never knew
(What do we ever know?)

Why does it all seem motionless?
A parody of what we could have had
I’m sick and tired of explanations
(Still blinded)
Find yourself another brick
To act out your delusions
Ten years from now you’ll wonder why
No-one was there to stop you…

You’ve got his eye
Are you ready for the next one?
It is appropriate exercise
And the correct way to ruin
What trust we may have had
As if you’re remote controlled
As if you run automatic

I… clay
Mould me into something new
(So) that I can finally be of use

Why does it all seem motionless?
A parody of what we could have had
I’m sick and tired of explanations
(Still blinded)
Find yourself another brick
To act out your delusions
Ten years from now you’ll wonder why
No-one was there to stop you…


Quite an emotive song in my opinion. It’s interesting to note that many metal reviewers have panned the album which this song is on. The Haunted themselves have commented in interview that with Unseen (2011), they’ve made a pop album.
I say, it sounds right at home with my 1990s-early 2000s  post grunge and “nu-metal” collection.

Yes people, I like nu-metal. Sue me if you want.

Posted by: Adhi Anugroho | 1 May 2011


Randy ‘The Ram’ Robinson: I just want to tell you, I’m the one who was supposed to take care of everything. I’m the one who was supposed to make everything okay for everybody. It just didn’t work out like that. And I left. I left you. You never did anything wrong. I used to try to forget about you. I used to try to pretend that you didn’t exist, but I can’t. You’re my girl. You’re my little girl. And now, I’m an old broken down piece of meat. . .and I’m alone. And I deserve to be all alone. I just don’t want you to hate me. [beat] Okay?

I feel the train of my life is passing me by
And the breeze of future’s past hits me while I’m standing on the platform
All those pieces of history that didn’t happen,
Memories that are puzzle pieces of saintly dreams

It’s only human that we make mistakes
It’s only human that she hates me

But it’s not stupid to think that I could change
It’s better than walking away

Posted by: Adhi Anugroho | 12 April 2011

Speak Through Silence

I see your face a thousand times
Every moment; both inches and miles
Each moment I speak to your shadow
Sowing empty words to the breathless void

There’s a tingle and a chime,
But we hold our sparks down

I know you’ve played this game so many times before
And you’ve been gentle, as it’s my debut
But in the ruinous firefight that is love
My base has already burnt down

As my soul speaks with a thousand words
My mouth clenches without a sound

When languages could not convey our emotions,
Let ourselves be still and speak through silence

Posted by: Adhi Anugroho | 6 April 2011

Standing Still..

Sweet sorrow is the call tomorrow..

Posted by: Adhi Anugroho | 26 March 2011

Song of The Week: Get It Right


What have I done? I wish I could run
Away from this ship goin under
Just tryin to help out everyone else
Now I feel the weight of the world is on my shoulders

What can you do when your good isn’t good enough
And all that you touch tumbles down?
Cause my best intentions keep makin a mess of things
I just wanna fix it somehow

But how many times will it take?
Oh how many times will it take for me
To get it right
To get it right

Can I start again, with my fate again
Cause I can’t go back and endure this
I just have to stay and face my mistakes,
But if I get stronger and wiser, I’ll get through this

What can you do when you’re good isn’t good enough?
And all that you touch tumbles down?
Coz my best intentions keep makin a mess of things,
I just wanna fix it somehow
But how many times will it take?
Oh, how many times will it take for me to
Get it right?

So I throw up my fists, throw a punch in the air,
And accept the truth that sometimes life isn’t fair
I’ll send down a wish and I’ll send up a prayer
And finally someone will see how much I care

What can you do when you’re good isn’t good enough?
And all that you touch tumbles down?
My best intentions keep making a mess of things,
I just wanna fix it somehow
But how many times will it take? Oooh
How many times will it take for me
To get it right, to get it right?

Posted by: Adhi Anugroho | 23 March 2011

Shining Over You

Something I wrote circa 2006-2007.

Still relevant to this day.


No matter what, I’m always here
Now and then
Awake through all the moons

I’ve now begun to hearThe unheard, unrelenting silence in my ears
Please let me tell you ..
The grass is tall enough for you to sleep onFeel within it’s comfort, like you’re in safe arms

Hear the breeze’s calming lullaby
Listen to the wisdom of the sky
And the gentle whispers of mother earth

These feuding feelings no longer contained
Left, a burning
Right, a yearning

No matter how far away your heart is,
I’ll be glad to reveal the truth
For the truth and our perseverance in friendship
Are shining over you

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