Forget to Remember, Remember to Forget

At times we forget to remember,
that where we've been is who we are,
and rarely remember to forget,
about the past that caused the scars.

Stay the Night

They don't even remember why they fight,

or how it all started,

both sat down on a corner, cried,

she got her things, all packed up,

then he pleaded, "stay the night."

his arms around her waist, holding her tight,

"I'm sorry." he said,

and again, after times,

he made her feels like everything's alright.

November Rain

It's pouring,
as if the clouds have been holding their tears for way too long,
one streak of a thunder is what they need to explode.

This should be nothing,
though I keep pushing myself for an endeavor to move on,
I can't help but to question, "when will the raindrops stop?"

Raise Your Glass

To the song that sings our youth,
to the word that speaks the truth,
to whom this feeling is forever true,
to you.

Golden Rule of Life

It's easy to lose something in a world so vast,
so I seize them close, not letting them to fall apart.
Because while good things never last,
some just don't even start.

Eleanor & Park

That night when she asked him about his former,
"Is she prettier? Did she treat you better?"
Her lips curved into a pout, and it burst out his laughter,
"Nothing before you counts, and I can't imagine an after."

Best Friends

No blood needs to be shared,
in between those in their veins.

Or the same ideas and dreams,
in those minds that they share.

Though now they're here and there,
The title stays where they were.

Cirque de la Vie

You'll never know what's inside anyone's head,
could be jokes, some tricks, or a bunny instead.

Kittens on stage, cards on their hands,
These are the things that you should understand.

Careful where you step, the ground's not always solid,
like walking on water or a rope on a peak.

But as the show goes on, you shall never leave,
the best part's here, lets the magic release.

The trapeze is flying, not afraid to fall,
Because life is a circus after all.

Us

Him.
He owns her in each sight of his stare and glimpse,
excites her as if happiness is only what life can show.

Her.
She owns him in each word of her hopes and dreams,
interests him as if those lists and plans are his own.

Them.
He's everything she ever dreams of having,
she's everything he ever wants to see.
And so this piece is written,
telling the world about you and me.

Time

It's not something you can keep in a box,
nor stare at in a frame.
Once it's passed and most are lost,
It will never return again.

Dreams

It doesn't only last for a night,
sometimes it's so wrong that it seems right.

Preparing to catch it with a large net of knitted hopes and prayers,
along with fights and efforts in thousands of layers.

Might as well break all those walls to get through,
'cause dreams don't work unless you do.

Finally Found You

It's not in between the lines toward the ending,
nor the chapters at the opening,
it is among those journeys of rise and falling,
the day I found you.
Can we repeat, then?

Bye, Mama.

When her eyes closed, memories splattered.
Those roses I bought go withered.
With all prayers day and night I utter,
may love and forgiveness go with her.

Never a Neverland

Faith, trust, and pixie dust,
an old worn-out fairy tale.

Nowhere to run to,
Neither anyone to run away with.

Since the lost boys are lost, forever,
and Neverland hasn't come to me, ever.

Would You Let Me In?

Hard enough I'm pushing,
my palms are bruising,
and I'm screaming,
but still I can't break through to you.

Far enough I'm searching,
for the key's been missing,
but if I ever find it,
would you let me get through?

Would you rather let me in,
or watch me going down, sinking?

Dancing with the Devil

Mind shuts,
blood rushes,
world stumbles.

Back then I only knew a little.
that I was dancing with the devil.

Where'd You Go?

When light's out,
nightmare creeps,
and darkness grow,
the flawless girl's arms opened,
where'd you go?

Save Rock & Roll

Last night felt like a dream, only sweeter! I can't believe it's actually been 8 damn years since the boys debuted. I still remember how chubby Patrick was in Sugar We're Going Down. And damn last night he's a hottie. He's so thin, but cute still. Joe's hairs overwhelmed my feeling. His guitar skill is no doubt, damn boy! Andy... Omg Andy. His tattoos make me crave for one. Good thing he was half naked the whole show hehe. And Pete. Omg. He was right in front of me, and he smiled, and he licked his lips for what seemed like thousand times and it was so freaking sexy. Short to say, the boys, overcast kids, and I, we just saved rock and roll last night. Thanks, Fall Out Boy!

This was how the boys started the show, masked on.

I was in the front row, but was on the right side of the stage. So when the boys got in the center, they seemed tiny for me *sobs*

The anthem was on. Shivers all over my body, I nearly cried!

Pete wore a tight and he didn't look gay at all.

Next thing I know he was so damn close and I was like "FUCK YOU PETE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH"

Here is us. The boys and the kids. Stoked to know that I'm somewhere in this picture hoho.

Keep Calm: Fall Out Boy is in Jakarta

I can't keep calm. Like, how am I supposed to calm down? I got my ticket ready, and the boys have arrived and I've been listening to their music since I was in Junior High and now suddenly in about 24 hours, I'm going to see them on stage and sing a long and ugh, I don't know anymore. I can't calm. Don't tell me to calm down, you guys.

My ticket for le concert. Yoohoo!

Pete's post on Instagram D-1 before the concert. OMG.

A Fabricated Love

Love just doesn't magically appear. God only provides you the ingredients, a perfect mate, and a perfect timing. Yet it’s you who needs to fabricate it into something splendid, something that’s worth the spending. When two people work it out together, that’s where the magic actually starts.

Where Have I Been?

Ah... I miss blogging so much. It's been awhile since the very last time I wrote here. My last post was about my gloomy-mood for not having my morning routine, right? Well now I have one! Yeay-me! I finally accepted in a small IT company by July 14th. I can't say I love my job, but I do love the fact that I have something to keep me away from home and, not forget to mention, have my own salary, finally!

And before I start to keep forgetting things, Minal Aidin Wal Faidzin. Let all have a fresh start, shall we? I hope it's not too late to wish you all a great victory moment in this year's Eid Al Fitr.

Uh... What else? I'm starting to write a fiction again. Yes. A fiction. Not a fanfic anymore, since I got tired of Kpop already. Maybe it's because of my age, uhh I'm getting old e.e The title hasn't yet been decided but I got several options here in my head already. The plot is fixed so I hope the fact would really help me to finish the story even faster. Characters? You may laugh. But I'm now in love with the Yankees. I know, I know I used to mock them over them British gorgeous asses! But I fell back in love with men from Baltimore. Yep. It's Alesana and All Time Low! Though Maryland's not a town you would want to visit when you're in the State, but still. The bands affect me greatly, I guess? Anyway I'm on wheels right now, sitting on the passanger seat of a motorcycle, riding back home from my office. And it's surprisingly crowded, the streets, really. The studens haven't been back to their desks just yet, right?

Anyway, I'll talk to you later.

HONOLULU!

Dear, You

Dear, you.

We could have met once or twice, you could have been my friend for years, or I just haven’t met you at all. But I really hope that once we do, the universe would sign me that it is you, the one I have been waiting for these whole years, the one who was made for me to spend and end my lifetime with, the one I would engage my promises, hopes, and dreams to.

I could imagine crystal clearly how it would be like to finally meet you. They said your body’s chemical will react when you meet your soul mate. I always knew I would be having beautiful doves instead of butterflies, that my fingers would be perfectly linked to yours when our hands tied, that your figure would be my disastrous, perfect, most beautiful distraction ever, and that your smile would be my favorite curve ever formed. To be the reason why it appears never fails to make my day.

Our love would be as wonderful as those sunsets we've seen our entire life, a perfect combination of purple, orange and magenta, blend into this one complex color, the color of my heart. Your figure itself is thousands of stars linked themselves to each other to form my very own constellation, you.

One day, when I finally meet you for real and sure enough that you’re you, the one I've been talking about in this letter... I will give this letter to you. So that you’ll know exactly how long I've been adore and worshiping you, even before we met.

Sincerely, yours.

Craving For Morning Routines!

Am craving for one rn. Srsly. Sejak lulus kuliah sampe skrg, kayaknya gue bangun pagi itu bisa diitung pake jari deh. Sisanya? Paliiing pagi itu gue bangun jam 9 atau 10, pokoknya disaat Ameera udh mau tidur lagi abis sarapan. Pdhl semalemnya gue tidur jam 9 atau 10 juga loh. Rese banget kan? Subuh gue jadi suka telat, malah kadang-kadang lewat. Terus hari ini, entah untuk keberapa kalinya gue ngeluh ke kakak gue karena bosen jadi pengangguran galau, dan kakak gue ngomong gini:

Makanya, bangun pagi! Kata nenek, kalo bangunnya siang, rejekinya dipatok ayam!

Baruuu aja gue mau ngebantah dengan bilang kalo itu cuma mitos kuno yang ga nyambung, (I mean, really. Ayam itu makan nasi kering, bukan rejeki orang, kan?) kakak gue udh nyambung lagi,

Makanya, kalo disuruh nyapu pagi, ngepel pagi, bangunnya jangan siang-siang. Allah kan tau, dipikirNya kamu baru dikasih kerjaan rumah aja udah gitu responnya, gimana yang lebih berat dan ngeharusin kamu bangun lebih pagi lagi? Nggak sanggup lah kamu.

Disitu gue ZONG banget aja loh. Oke, masa segitunya? Tp emang segitunya sih. I mean, hell, gue tidur 12 jam sehari, dan di solat juga cuma kadang2 aja gue minta ama Allah, "KERJAAN DOOONG PLIS" gitu. Mungkin emang saatnya gue mulai kembali morning routine gue, along with hard prayers for it. 

Bismillahirrohmanirrohim...

Stagnant

Bisa dibilang kehidupan gue setelah wisuda malah bikin gue ngerasa isolated. Bahasa indonesia nya yang bener apa tuh? Isolisir? Isolasir? Entah lah. Pokoknya itu yg gue maksud. Kayak terbelenggu. Gue kayak ga bisa jalan sama orang-orang yang dulu sering jalan bareng sama gue. Ga bisa nongkrong di tempat-tempat yang dulu sering gue tongkrongin. Ga bisa ngelakuin hal-hal yang dulu sering gue lakuin. Gue tuh ngebayangin, setelah gue lulus dari yang namanya bangku perkuliahan, gue bakal langsung berkarir di bidang yang emang gue seneng, langsung menikmati gaji pertama untuk nyalon berdua sama sahabat gue, atau belanja-belanja kayak karyawati labil yang baru dpt gaji pertama sama sahabat gue yang lainnya. Tapi ternyata engga. Gue end up nyapu-ngepel dirumah, karena pas banget, si lulusan S1 ini pengangguran dan asisten rumah tangga dirumah lg pulkam dan ga jelas kapan pulangnya. Keadaan ini bikin gue jarang pegang hp maupun laptop, ditambah koneksi si "pinter" yang kadang-kadang ga "bersahabat" dan wifi rumah yang lagi rusak entah kenapa. Gue juga jd jarang berhubungan sama temen-temen gue. Jarang tau kabar mereka. Jarang tau rencana-rencana ke kampus mereka kapan dan gimananya. Isolated banget lah!

Sampe akhirnya kemaren sahabat-sahabat gue yang notabene-nya adalah geng SMP gue, gerah liat gue yang ngendon dirumah melulu. Akhirnya mereka maksa untuk hari itu juga, makan malem bareng di MCD deket rumah gue. Badan gue yang emang udh keburu cape karena kegiatan rumah yang kayaknya ga abis-abis, bikin gue jadi males kemana-mana. Bagusnya, geng SMP gue ini orangnya gigih-gigih. Dijemputlah gue kerumah naik mobil. Pdhl MCDnya cuma berjarak Rp. 2.000 kalo naik angkot.

Sampe di MCD, ternyata gue dipertemukan sama temen SMP gue yang terakhir ketemu itu pas kita perpisahan SMP. Kita ngobrol panjang soal masa lalu (topik favorite geng SMP gue, entah kenapa), sampe akhirnya tercetus-lah kata-kata "Sar, elo berubah deh." Kalimat ini bikin gue flashback ke waktu gue baru pindah dr pejompongan ke bintaro. Setelah beberapa bulan pindah, gue ketemuan sama geng komplek gue dulu, dan komentar pertama mereka adalah "Kiki berubah deh." Waktu gue baru pindah dr SMA ke bangku kuliah juga gitu, sahabat-sahabat gue pas SMA komentar, "Elo kok beda deh sejak elo kuliah?" Sejauh ini gue belom denger sih, geng kuliah gue nyeletuk soal itu, tp gue yakin, soon, kata-kata itu akan keluar juga dari mereka.

Ga banyak orang yang bisa menerima perubahan dan beradaptasi sama keadaan yang baru. Gue mungkin termasuk salah satu didalamnya, dimana saat gue ngerasa "Ni orang berubah deh" secara sikap, dan gue juga jd ga nyambung sama dia, gue akan ngejauh. Nah, mungkin itu juga yang dirasain sama temen-temen SD, SMP, dan SMA gue dulu. Some stay, while others walked away. Yang tadinya "Friends Forever" bisa jd "A Complete Stranger".

Gue curhat soal itu sama geng SMP gue, gimana takutnya gue kalo suatu hari nanti, gue akan berubah sampe di titik yang mereka ga nyambung lagi sama gue, and we'll end up as strangers. These people have turned out to be my family, dan jauh dr mereka bukan hal enak dibayangin. Tapi respon dari mereka cukup bikin gue nyengir dan ngangguk-ngangguk setuju. Salah satu dari mereka ngomong gini ke gue,

"Ngapain lo takut? Hidup itu emang gitu. Setiap ada sesuatu yang baru yang elo dapetin, akan ada sesuatu yang lama yang elo tinggalin. Lagian ga melulu berubah itu jelek, lagi. Gue ga bakal bilang kita friends forever. Selama perubahan itu bagus buat elo, gue rasa ga masalah buat gue ataupun anak-anak. Don't expect something unpredictable dulu lah."

Terus, gara-gara bahasan ini, gue jadi inget satu lagu dari Joni Mitchell yang pernah dicover sama Carley Rae Jepsen. Intinya sih juga tentang itu, "not to expect something unpredictable." Dan, kalo dipikir-pikir bener juga. Mulai dari pertemanan, percintaan, sampe hidup, urusan gue melulu ke arah itu. Gue takut berubah. Gue takut jauh dari orang-orang lama dan ketemu sama orang-orang baru, sampe-sampe gue lupa, metamorfosis lingkungan itu penting juga.

A Random "I Miss You"

You miss him but you’re holding yourself back a lot because you’re so scared that if he knows about how longing you are for him, he would think that you’re weird and run away instead, you’re so scared you might scare him back, and that he’ll make a joke to his friends about it, so you’re holding back for more, and no one has to know…

But the more you’re holding back, the bigger the longing you have, so big that you can no longer control it and it exhausts you so bad you feel like giving up. It’s like you can actually pick up that damn phone and dial his number, wait and see if he’ll answer, and you can finally satisfy yourself just to hear his voice over the line though “Hello?” is the only word he speak…

And if a phone call is too much, you can actually grab your cellphone and text him a good short text message saying “Hey, idiot. I miss you like coconuts.” or stuffs like that, aside from the torture you’ll feel the very second after you hit the ‘send’ button as every next second spent waiting for his reply…

But you do nothing because you’re so scared things wouldn't go as well as you planned and expected them to be. So you’re just writing this shit instead, just so a bit, if not most, of your burden could be lightened…

Oh, idiot. I miss you so freaking much.

Graduation Day!

TODAY, MARCH 19TH, IS MY GRADUATION DAY! WOOHOO! I am no longer a freaking student! And that makes me happy and sad at the exact same time and amount. It was like, you finally could let this one burden go but then another bigger burden comes, along with a bigger resposibility. So yeah. Kinda excited and scared if you know what I mean.

Just before the graduation day, I spent a night talking until very late with my girls. Then I received this call. Guess what. Hell yeah. A JOB INTERVIEW! FINALLY A CALL FOR AN INTERVIEW! sjdgfdgfhghdbfjhdgfsjhgfjhg *pukes rainbow and unicorns* This is so much a roller coaster ride and I couldn't wait to find out of what might happen to me next!

Again, graduation day. This day gave me a hell lot of energy. I've been there, done that, went through that up and down rides and all with all of my girls, and realizing together that the very moment we end our titles as students, starts a new momentum of being a new person. I miss having our crazy "lucah" conversation already. And those talks behind us. Awww, aren't we ALWAYS the center of attention?! BUT BUT BUT WE'RE GOING TO BE  ON OUR WAY NOW T_T We're not going to meet as often as we did before! 

At first I was like, hell no. I wanna be with my girls. I wanna work with them, be in the same building and have lunch together and all. But I know we'll be having each of our new adventure soon... again, sad, and exciting. What's my point here? Aw, sadly I don't have a point. I just need to write. I need to write this before I forgot to write about this beautiful day. Another favorite date to be written in the list: March 19th. Looking forward for November now, Mbake's graduation! :) Fighting my seven wonders! <3

Fall Out Boy's Come Back!

Okay. So I woke up this one morning and got a message from a friend o' mine sayin' that FOB has made their comeback, and I was like, "Whoah, fuck. For real, for real?"

I checked it on the net immediately after that (Well, not that immediately tho, it took me hours to finally reach my laptop and search them up. [It was so early in the morning when I got the news.] Okay, Q. Stop talking to yourself in brackets!) The newest source came out with a title: FOB has released their single after three years. I was surprised that it was actually three goddamn years. Whoah. I didn't know it was that long.

But who the hell cares now. The song has been released. I listened to it already via youtube and it was so cute the way that they still sound like my old FOB. Joe's hairs is now a lot more 'explosive', which is cute. He got more wrinkles than the last time I saw him, but imagining that old-a-like man strings his guitar never fail me to get all "Awe". And Patrick. Omg. He's so thin now, and surprisingly cute still. A bit sad to see him lose his chubby cheeks (One of those reasons I remember his face and name the most among the other three) but he's handsome anyway. Pete o' Pete! He hasn't changed that much. (Something about that guy made Ashlee freaking Simpson fell for him and get the hell out of Ryan Cabrera's charm instead) Omg. (I wonder why they broke up in the end tho.) And the drummer. (Oh, shit. I can't recall his name. I'm terribly sorry.) I didn't realize he got so many tattoos on his body! Has he got them all already, three years ago? Didn't I pay enough attention for him back then when he was shirtless? I have no idea.

Anyway, their song titled "My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light 'Em Up!)" (See? So much like my old boys, having their songs titled so long you might need more than one time for breathing to read it verbally. [Really! Try to read "Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of this Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued". Tough, right?!]) My friend said the song was cool and it makes her cringe her fingers each time Patrick screamed on the chorus. For me the song was s-i-c-k. Don't get me wrong. It was an awesome-sick kind of sick. Like kicking-awesome-sick kind of sick. Omfg. The three years of waiting has finally paid off.

Sarah Rizky, Ss.

I feel splendid. It feels like what I had been doing for three and a half years has finally payed off and worth it. And I'm pretty satisfied with myself for went through the final examination pretty well. So here's a little about the first night of this new 'Sarjana Sastra'.

The day ended with the good news for our Sarah, the last among us four who had to face the examination on Monday. We took several pictures of ourselves, and also with the other fresh graduates, some were still in their black and white uniforms while some, including me, have had our clothes changed for the sake of our comfort! LOL

After that, the day went perfectly well. So well that I think God was giving me graduation presents. I witnessed one of the most beautiful sunsets I've ever seen in my entire life. The sky was like a canvas with the gradation of magenta, orange, dark gray, and blue. Splendid. The bus wasn't crowded, well, at least there were some seats left for Manda and I. There was no gridlock at all! Magic! But I was so tired my feet hurt so much that I finally decided to stop a taxi to reach my house.

And it didn't stop there. Mbak Shinta, my sister, Fay, my niece, and Omar, my nephew, welcomed me with congratulations and questions of how I went through the 'sidang'. The kids looked excited when I told them about it, "Can't wait for mine!", they said. And how I wish them good too once their days come. It wasn't long until my sister called me to check on my mom's house, saying that the door was locked and she needed me to open it, despite the fact that it is never been locked since the rain ruined the door, making it so hard to close or open it, moreover to lock it.

But I changed anyway because she asked me to. The hell what happened next. My cousin from next door, Mas Fino, was like sprinting out of nowhere with cokes in his hands. He looked so scary with his bald head, came out sprinting in the dark like that. *shivers* And then I heard my sister, along with her kids shouted the word, "Attack!" ...and that was when I knew I was being punked.

The cokes were all over my body and hairs, some went into my eyes and mouth. The next thing hit me were eggs. Like about five of them. On my back. On my spine. On my arms. Oh, I smelled Y-U-C-K. And so it felt! Cokes + eggs = not a good combination.

I took shower already, alright? So no need to close your nose now. I'm on my bed already, laying my still-wet-hairs on my pillow (too lazy to dry it, since it's late already), under my soft blanket, and hugging my Teddy bear. I feel splendid. What left for me now are the revisions and lots of pray to God the Almighty that He'll ease along my best friends' ways for their 'sidang', just like what He just did for me.

Alhamdulillah.

PS. I forgot to move my wet clothes from the bathroom. Must be smell like eggs and cokes the very next morning. Ew.

I Got a Feeling

Dulu waktu gue SMP, gue ikut paskibra dan jadi salah satu orang yang ada di sayap kanan garuda. Pas latihan, gue ngerasa degdegan setengah mati, tiap liat bendera merah putih bawaannya mau nangis, dan yang ada dipikiran gue waktu itu adalah, "damn. Gue akan jadi salah satu orang terhormat yang akan ikut ngibarin itu bendera di hari kemerdekaan negeri tercinta gue." Call me exaggerating, but that was just me. Unfortunately, the D-day didn't go as well as it planned to be. Benderanya melintir men. Me-lin-tir. Gue ga ikutan melintirin itu bendera sih, but I was there, and my dream of crying in front of the goddamn flag once it was up there crashed out. Pagi-pagi banget, sebelum kejadian bendera melintir itu, gue sama anak-anak paskibraka yang lain udah ngumpul di halaman belakang sekolah gue untuk doa bareng dan briefing terakhir, foto-foto, dll dll deh. And in that very moment, I felt rather... Gimana ya? Datar gitu. Ga deg-degan. Kayak yang, "yauda lah ntar juga udahan."

And that what exactly I am feeling right now for the final test of my research. Waktu seminar tuh gue degdegannya ampe mau pup dikampus, sampe mulut gue bawaannya pengen makan fullo mulu (bukan iklan loh), pokoknya yang gemeteran gimana gitu deh. Tapi pas gue udh didalem, ga ada apa-apa tuh. Yah, revisi aja sama masukan. Ga ada yang gue di-kill banget gitu sama dosen, ga ada. Tapi itu pas seminar. Ini udah 2 hari sebelum sidang dan gue ga ngerasa degdegan sama sekali. Mau nyentuh skripsi gue buat liat-liat dalemnya aja beloman. Sama persis kayak waktu gue mau ngibarin bendera itu... Datar. Gue sih berdoa aja kalo ini bukan pertanda buruk, ini sebenernya pertanda kalo gue tuh udah siap mental buat sidang. I bet my life, hari H nya gue pasti bakal kebelet pup dan pengen makan fullo lagi (again, bukan iklan), jadi mungkin semuanya akan baik-baik aja.

Dan shit, gue baru inget gue ga punya kemeja putih buat besok, e.e. Gue besok harus ke BP nih nyari kemeja buat sidang. Semangat, Kiki. Mudah-mudahan kamu lulus dengan nilai A! Siapapun yang baca dan ngerti (ya kali, bule ada yang bisa bahasa Indonesia), doain gue ya. Wish me the best of luck for Monday, 2PM. (Jadwal gue 2PM loh. Jangan-jangan pertanda kalo gue sama Chansung...........oke, jangan dilanjutin)

Alright, Pai.

2013 New Year's Resolution

Well, probably too late to write any resolution right now, it's freaking 24th of January and all. But just like what they say, better late than ever. So here goes mine, just so we could see just how much of these resolutions I could get done before the start of the 2014. Ready? Ready.

1. Start and finish a fiction
2. Graduate from English Department of State University of Jakarta
3. Get-a-job
4. Have my own salary, of course.
5. Buy myself an SLR
6. Go to Malaysia to visit a friend-o-mine.
7. Be active, and yes, by that I mean really active on DeviantArt.
8. Have lots of self-quality time. Yep. Alone!
9. Buy 3 novels that would probably worth reading and make fanarts out of it.
10. I. NEED. JEANS. PLEASE.
11. Buy myself lots of new scarves. And also, learn how to use it in a stylish way ;D
12. Be closer to Allah.

WHY DON'T I PUT "Have a boyfriend" as this year's resolution?! WHY?! Because... I don't think I'll be able to make it and I wouldn't like to have any of my list undone. Besides, I don't think I even need one for this year. But Idk, IF I get one, that will be a bonus. I'm being rational. An SLR doesn't seem rational though but I WILL GET ENOUGH MONEY TO BUY IT OKAY?!

Bye.