Mee goreng

Dear Diary,

I look into the bleak night sky and i wonder. There's so much... space. How vast is the sky? Imagine. I cannot visualize the amount of space that is out there. So black, so mysterious. I am so small, so insignificant. Yet in this dark and vast space, we exist. We think. Wow. Life and it's mysteries. It's something i can't stop thinking about, something i can't figure out. Less than a century from now, i will cease to exist. But now, i have a voice. I have a life. I shape my life. Life doesn't have to be complicated. Eating an apple is enjoyable. Riding a bus is enjoyable. Looking at the blue sky is enjoyable too. The simplicities of life. Truely how many take joy in them? The hustle and bustle of modern living is taking it's toll on people so much that it is hard to see pure joy from the souls buckling under the burden. Money is evil. Yet it is neccessary. It brings organization but dulls relationships. Speaking of money. The holidays are here. I wish i have more money. I want to spend more time with myself. I wish i do not have to work, but i need to eat. Stoopid money. Why can't it drop from the sky. Wishful thinking. Why can't i just be down to earth. *sigh* i want freedom. I want to fly. *sigh*