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name's juno slash aggy, having much trouble in the past, and having too much fun right now. after several months crying over my old blog which scrambled by anonymous haters, i started a new one. not really a new one. but few things had change and i had my life on shape. so, you haters better face me outside this blog because when you face me here, you are utterly idiot.

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6.30.2009

i deleted some songs in j.a's myspace, why?

if you have noticed, so far, i deleted two last song which posted on my myspace this evening. why? it's because they're just a kind of sample, a teaser. i don't have to keep them any longer in my myspace, right? i'll post some good song instead of shit-lofi-love stories. just wait for them.
and i updated the profile--and the blog.
it doesn't mean that i will leave junoaggy so soon for FL. please.

here you can find the confirmation.
thank you so much.

Label: musical journeys

6.28.2009

three/magical/words

6.27.2009

questions/are/exist

i don't know why i want to talk it here dude. but somehow, it cuts me off.
when i'm home from the mass circumstances event, i call my studio to ask them if the guys were on and it was mbak nana on the phone. she gets me well since i am in 7th grade and i talk to her easily.
she ask me what's wrong, and i don't know what's wrong. something distracts me from junoaggy-thingie. like the one that distracts me from seki. i don't know. and people simplified that i must be falling in love or something. that might be true.
and you know what, it distract me from a reality, the ones that said; "FUCKOFF! YOU GOT A GREAT BAND, YOU SKUNKY ARMPIT! WHY YOU STILL STANDING OVER THERE AND PRETEND YOU HAVE NOTHING TO DO?? NOW GET BACK TO WORK!
yeah, sometimes it happens quite good when i listen to my own word. and that's what i need to do.
but these question are exist; "why would you ask for more??"

Label: diary

6.24.2009

my boyfriend said i'm too young to die but i should not care

(artworks by junoaggy)
and i don't know why this time i agree with him.
this people sucks, keep telling me this and that without realizing what i REALLY want for my life.
some could die
some could stand
some could lose,
and some could have it all,
and what a junoaggy wants is what a junoaggy get.
and knock knock, who is it on my door?
is there any new backstabber??
puss puss,
junoaggy

Label: diary, nonsense

think/pighead/think!

talents: myself


"jangan sampe ya gue denger lagi ada masalah cinta cintaan ganggu kerjaan, harus bisa dong gi, harus professional, harus bisa nahan emosi, harus semangat, masak lo mau jatoh cuma gara gara cowo doang, mending ganteng gi.."

if only i could ga, if only i could...
but this time i only could think. think.
that i was dumped, for that kind of girl. come on!!

Label: diary, my own lyrics

i'm-not-a-scene-girl!

current song: lilly allen - knock em out
current mood: ERGH!

there's some fucking annoying things happened in the studio today. first it's because me; the almighty Junoaggy mistakenly and accidentally sleeping with my hairdos on. yes, last night is the almighty fuckingly heavenly balls and debutante--but that's not where the whole stories starts. it is about this--this fucking hairdo.
and when i got home i realized why the peeps thought that i am a scene girl.


yeah, i got some blow-up hair and when i woke up this is what i got. MY HAIR - LOOKS SO BAD. SO FRIGGIN BAD. i think my fellow debs will said "oh my god you look better, curl that stuff" et cetera but i will said this is "sejuta umat di pim" looks and i don't want to be like that.
and in the studio, there were some.. eugh, scene boys.
you know, the one with emo hairs, dorks cap and piercing (don't think it's cool because it looks more alay). i got the studio 1 and their band is on studio 2.
when i'm on the studio's lobby, one of them introduce themselves to me. i just stand like an idiot and said; "oh yeah, it's okay.. urrrgghh gotta go"
and here's the conversation (in bahasa of course ya):

- jadi lu mainnya lagu apa?
+ hmmmm gue... gue lebih ke arah yeah yeah yeahs sih.. gimana ya.. riot grrl stuff lah
- ooohhh never heard one *SOK GAYA LU PAKE BAHASA INGGRIS*
+ hahaha kalo lo?
- gue sih slow aja, kayak p***** g******, (and he continues some emo-band list including my chemical romance)
+ oooh okay, i see, sorry gue nggak tertarik sama yang kayak gitu gitu
- ooh gue kira lo juga suka sama... (menyebutkan sederet band emo lainnya)

yeah i know emo is not so bad but i personally didn't think that i look a like their scene's girl. because i don't have piercings and/or wearing tight shirt and jeans and eyeliners...
but i realize my hairdo is so ergh that i will choke myself when i look at them.
oh puh-lease.
i'm not an emo girl. look, i look pale, but i don't look so 94HoELlZzZ that people thinks that i am a scene girl!
or did i look so 94HoElLzZz???
you decide. i'm off. i'm so ergh.

(ps: i didn't give them my phone number because i said my cellphone's broke and hopefully god didn't give me karmas because of this)

Label: diary

6.23.2009

after/gossips/breakdown

god, this is my diary. you can read it anytime you like, because i'm not hiding something from you. i thought that is useless because you create i am, my life, my days. you are the start and you are the finish line.
and if you already know what i'm gon sayin god, please gimme more knowledge on grammars because i'm totally sucks at grammar. my teachers keep complainin me but i find it no use, i only want to speak fluently with my mother tongue.

my days began at 2 when i unconsciously woke up from my... uh, sleep? from near a highway.. yes JORR, people. the one i used when i should go to office fastly--i'm not speaking about traffic anyway. it's 2 am and me & mazu are sleeping in the side of highways. finding sidewalks. 3 am, cried on each other's arms. that's what twins are for right? yeahhh even though he's not a real twins but we acted like a twins since... baby? maybe.
i like the way sidewalk's light stroke the cold street with its strange glows. we're not in bintaro anymore. we're at kemang. the city never sleep. we saw a bunch of car get out of a clubs. we're not allowed to go inside of course, we're still sixteen. the radio playing allen toussaint's sweet touch of love - the one in axe's dark temptations's ads. i remember his sweet touch of love. who?
i'll give you a second to guess..
of course my L guy. hahaha. yes, rendesvouz things made me sick sometimes. oh wait, he's now close with a girl hihihi, forget him ggy, found a new love! (it could be anyone, except that silly goatscapes guy) and don't waste your time running in a circle. there's my 'secret admirer'-- bet he loves me in a bunches--but i don't accepting apologies anymore--you ever dump me, get your result then.
hmmm back to 3 am at kemang, feeling worse than ever, i go to sleep, in my dashboard as usual, then i look beside me, and i found this:

yes he was smoking beside me, my mazu. my half one. and if he smoked it means he was in a bad condition because he rarely smoke. and if i found him smoking, he ussually hide it. he knew i got my fever but he still smoked and it means he felt my pain.
yes i know he felt my pain.
and in the morning when i woke up i found myself looked so bad. my mouth smells like a whore's mouth when she got a drug addiction.
yes that's i am. with a cub of cigar in my mouth. driving. trying to erase the sadness. people are so mean to me. but suddenly i hear this song...

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad

I drank too much last night, got bills to pay,
my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today,
I'm late for work again
And even if I'm there, they'll all imply
that I might not last the day
And then you call me and it's not so bad,
it's not so bad and

I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life

Push the door, I'm home at last
and I'm soaking through and through
Then you hand me a towel
and all I see is you
And even if my house falls down,
I wouldn't have a clue
Because you're near me and

I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life
(dido-thank you)

the verse two is sooooo me. well, at 7 am when i got back home, i find 6 missedcalls from him. then i waited until he woke up and i told him everything. almost everything.
and he reminds me that everything is not so bad. even though it's bad i still got him to accompany me. he's really my bestfriend. he never called him a bestfriend but he always do what bestfriend do and i remember my most favorite moment when i'm with him.
after i got off from taxi he shout my name to the driver "pak pak ini namanya aggy lho pak!" and it was loud. i'm so ashamed but yeah, it's funny of course.
and then i remember,
i got my band to fixed soon. it's more important than the gossips. i shouldn't betrayed my junoaggys. i should remember that God gives me another days, another breath, another lifes.. and another love to give.
i should keep my feet on the track and save myself in the right path.
my life is cruel. but that's the way the cookie crumble. and one thing; i should keep myself comfortable even though the world isn't comforting me at alland this words? they keep me smiling now. without L, without my parents, without my 'so-declared-themselves-as-my-friend', and the most important: even you leave me alone, i will never be really alone. i'm with my God.

Label: diary, pengen nampol orang

the/greatest/manager

prank phone calls answering:

+ halo?

- halo ini aggy junoaggy bukan?

+ saya manager nya, kenapa?

- BILANG SAMA JUNOAGGY KALO DIA CUMA ***** YANG GA BISA APA APA JANGAN SOK KECANTIKAN KALO DI STAGE!!! BAGUSAN JUGA ***********

+ maaf ini siapa ya??

- GUA JUNOAGGY HATERS!!

+ oooh gitu, gini aja ya mbak ya, kalo emang ga suka sama junoaggy, nggak usah nonton... kita juga nggak maksa mbak buat nonton kok, terus satu lagi, nggak usah telfon telfon juga, kita sibuk lho mbak

- EH ******!!!

+ eh iya mbak tahu aja kalo saya piara anjing... gini aja deh mbak ya, saya kasih tau baik baik; selama saya masih hidup jangan harap anda bisa macam macam sama junoaggy ya, tunggu saya mati aja...

Label: diary, namanya juga juno

6.21.2009

anak orang yang patah hati, (lagi-lagi) saya yang dipersalahkan

this is a MADHATTER scripts: i already warned you.

entah kenapa hari ini setelah saya kembali dari studio untuk merundingkan masalah LBL yang makin lama makin ribet (dan entah kenapa kini melibatkan ilia (yes, the former vocalist of harumoniac yang kini baru balik dari aussie) saya jadi mulai berpikir untuk mengeluarkan flybirds of the sun terlebih dahulu.
oh ya ini ada brief introduction tentang flybirds of the sun:

flybirds of the sun concludes the whole story, it's about love and happiness, and freedom to search your own true love. finding-follow-and-feel is the motive of the main themes for 13 tracks song.
but like the other prequels, flybirds of the sun tells about the betrayal. the conflict between friendship-professionalism and of course, love story. this is about the third man, his name is: SUN.

yes, fellows; this is about les etoiles--and yet the last chapter of junoaggy's trilogy. making a music-novel was hard lol.
masalahnya adalah deadline gue itu OKTOBER. dan itu berarti sekarang gue udah harus gila gilaan di studio-begadang dan lain lain, that's why i'm at circa right now. gue belum sempet ngisi perut saking stressnya mikirin LBL yang ditunda dulu karena materi yang belum matang.
deadline oh deadline.
masalah terbesar dari deadline adalah...


BUT GRRRRR THIS 'PROBLEM' AND ASIAN BEAT AND INTERNSHIP THINGS AND MY WHOLE FAMILY-PLANS-SHIT-ACTION MADE ME HAVE NO TIME FOR MYSELF AND MY SOON TO BE BOYFRIEND OF COURSE! *alah kayak ada aja gi*
so?
kerjaan gue bener bener nguprek di studio. uhhh go and get a life baby, i even forget the last time i laugh so hard (lebay) masalahnya adalah materi flybirds yang gue punya itu cuma 4 lagu all unmixed.
jadi sampe october gue harus memenuhi standar 12 lagu (5 jadi, 7 cadangan) dan ga main main yaaaaa karena manager gue itu paling nggak bisa nge-organize gue--seperti yang pernahe gue ceritakan. parahnya gue lagi stress mikirin duit yang semakin cekak dan bayaran manggung yang semakin mengecil karena aduh gatau deh, mungkin karena JA belum separah DPWTR kali yaaaaa i think i need some more budget-balancing.
and sometimes i feel like an idiot at studio working on cubase--even though i don't give a damn about how to operating it yaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh std std ya i can laaaahhh. and i miss my forum at warungmusik, i wonder what's the guys up to; bung aryo bung indra kalo main kesini cerita cerita perkembangan warmus yaaaaa :D

and i made a kaskus account. habis kayaknya seru aja bikin kaskus lagi hihihi.
and a musisi.com account--yang ini disuruh bung aryo
and duh, a hko account

dan sekarang ada orang gila--i mean psychopath yang merasa dirinya patah hati gara gara pacarnya (katanya) suka sama gue.
WTH!!!!!
gue deket sm pacarnya aja nggak kan ya sodara sodaraaaaa, iya kalo itu bener pacarnya (karena pacarnya ngaku ke gue katanya mereka cuma temen; lagian mereka sms an masih gue elo gitu)
...banyak masalah percintaan yaaaaaaa belakangan ini..
duh mudah mudahan cepet dapet pacar ya gi, yang normal yang ga homo yang cakep baik tidak pelit DAN YANG PENTING tidak bakal cemburu sama aksa hihihi :D

Label: diary

6.19.2009

got/enough/posser

I AM A CULT!!!!! *sarcastic mode: on*

okay there's a girl. she copied my looks, my style AND EVEN THE WAY I TALK to pleased my filthy exboyfriend. she cuts her bangs like me, and shamelessly dress like me--without realizing that she's more more more fat than a hippopotamus. GREAT. anyway her posture is really disgusting.
and i found she'd been a bitch since a year ago (or more, i do not know) and when my friend told me, i really pity my exboyfriend since he LOOKS like a good guy--a heaven-insider type which never skipped prayer time. bah.
but i must say this, but baby, you are fail. once again, fail.

pretending you are someone else is not good, it is more worse than lying. and I was uneasy to told you that it's so unwise to copy my look--because everybody understand that's my style; i have one and you are not--you are filthy trend followers who wear someone's style without realizing your look was awful. and you know; since I'm a Chinese, it's proper to me to speak in accent, and you still copy-pasting it. for me, it's a bit awkward because i know who were the one you are portraying about; with those hellokitty stuffs and afternoon tea's story. oh well, i am nothing compared to the others but you are nothing compared to me.

and one thing, you can take my boyfriend, you can take my life, you can copy my bangs, my look, my style, and even my goddamit way to play 'imaginary' drums, but trust me, you could never take my heart, soul, brain and talent. and even my dogs are more smart than you. YOU ARE NOTHING. just a great big fakers out there.

and i'm sorry if i hurt someone because i don't mean to hurt someone here. she's just no one. but not my imaginary posse.

Label: diary

penyakit/punggung/kumat

tenang, bukan skoliosis.

tapi punggung gue emang cepet kram, and it hurts, especially when i go gamelan practicing with my peeps.
several time injured makes me weak LOL :)

the problem is: i'm going to perform with gamelan fellows tomorrow and I HATE KEBAYA and i hate PATETAN!! i can't play with patetan
oh but wish me luck then. i need LOT of luck.

Label: diary

6.17.2009

score three!

ado agi dan aksa pergi ke sowi untuk beker. awalnya ado berniat beker, lalu agi hendak ikut namun dilarang aksa namun mereka tetap pergi ke sowi, sebelum makan ado beker, agi hanya melihat dengan iri, lalu saat mereka sedang asyik tertawa rokok ado jatuh, lalu aksa pun menyiram rokok ado.

tugas; buat kalimat aktif dan pasif dari cerita berikut lengkap dengan kesimpulannya.

kalimat kerja aktif: AKSA MENYIRAM ROKOK ADO
kalimat kerja pasif: ROKOK ADO DISIRAM AKSA
kesimpulan: habis beker lupa bayar.

(anyway thanks for aksa ado & kemal for this ah-ma-zing days!!)

Label: diary, kenangan, namanya juga juno

6.14.2009

galak/banget/mbak??

today is teacher's audition. pfffft i know i'm just 16 so maybe i only get a lil' chance to teach but hey i got portofolios full of internship certificate and my CV is..well, let's say colorful.
and i met all my old old times friend and teachers, even met pak arthur pffftttt and mbak lisa (or now i should call her bu Lisa hihihi she got 2 sons rite now!)
and the worst is i met my old-time piano teacher miss Kathryn. she's still devilish and cruel and everything hihihi *for some reason, she prefered to be called with 'miss' while, duh 12 years ago i called her miss*

then biasa dooong gue chitchat sama mbak lisa, pertama tama sih tentang mazu--dan ilmu piano yang ga pernah diasah lagi. cheesy chit chat lah tapi tiba tiba mbak lisa ngomong gini;

L: eh iya tapi muridnya bu kathryn ga ada yang jadi pianis ya? dikit bgt
A: hah emang iya?
L: iya, lah kamu sama mazu jadi drummer kan trs setau saya juga muridnya yang lain banyak yang pindah alat musik gitu
A: beneran mbak? hahahahaha
L: iya banyak yang complain katanya bu kathryn galak
A: emang galak banget mbak?
L: lah itu muridnya smp ga ada yang jadi pianis gi, bayangin
A: beneran?
L: lah iya kalo ga salah cuma ada satu gi yang serius akhirnya
A: siapa mbak?
L: aduh lupa itu udah lama banget gi

ckckckc ternyata bukan hanya saya ;)

Label: diary

more/peeping/dorks

6.13.2009

morning/sickness/surprises

this morning, when my mommy wakes me up i feel strange because i never get a phonecall in the morning esp when it comes to pd kopi's house.
and it was aksa on the phone, saying that he's in a rush to my home. i don't understand why. before i got up and wear a proper clothes and take a bath and have breakfast; voila, he's there. actually he was accompanying luthfi to Yoga's but in the end he decided to come to my house instead of waiting luth all the time--or luthfi told him to stay at my house better than he stayed at the car for 2 hours (i don't know which version i should believe tho)

and one thing for sure; we played a bartender games. that's fun. he won almost all the time while i burn the bartender or explode the drink hihihihi. that's what make me laughs all day long. he get along well with my dad and mum and we did laughs at gossips etc etc wow. today's fun i guess :D
(and those who thinks that i was going out with him, guys, you are totally wrong esp to a peculiar guy which always call aksa 'friends-eater' just because i spending more times with aksa--salah lo, lo gak asyik sih, sini kalo ribut sama gue jangan sama aksa hahahaha)

Label: diary

6.12.2009

take/me/away

i'm drooling over +44 and travis as always (and in this video he play with only one arms!)
and i think the song suites my soul

Label: diary

prayer/for/you

looking/through/the lens

6.09.2009

i'm/officially/sixteen

6.07.2009

my/upcoming/birthday

hija peeps,

well actually idk what to write here because i'm on my final exam right now. hmm but i haven't posting from my new laptop yet so here i am, at diana's birthday; after performing with fellows S-Killers & Ogo. i'll have my birthday at the day after tomorrow, still haven't planning what is that worth for. my birthday. surely no one remember and i expect everyone to forget this day.
i'll shut up

kiss-to-ice
junoaggy

Label: diary

6.03.2009

oh/oh/grrr

6.01.2009

two/lame/question

+ hey i saw you with that guy few times ago, weren't you two going out?

- no, of course i'm not dating anyone

+ so have you got someone to date with?

- you are so fucking annoying.



two simple question can hurt your brain especially if your family asking for almost once a day. anyway i got dehidration, and jakarta was very hot like algebra test, shit.

Label: nonsense