Futsal & Barbecue with my friends from the high school

Yesterday, I played futsal with my friends who went to high school together. Many of them already started to work in some companies, and the others, including me, still go to university or graduate school.
We played hard, and it reminds me of the good old days, especially when I saw many Karami, unique ways of communicating with particular friends.

After that, we went to a chophouse to enjoy a great meal.
We used to go to a chophouse when we just finished some school events, like school festival, or athletic meeting.
But it was really cheep all-you-can-eat restaurant where we just grill and eat as much meat as possible.
The chophouse we went yesterday was a bit expensive and the amount of meat is somewhat limited, though enough for me, but all-you-can-drink. How greatly we've changed!

What I felt we've changed the most was what we talked. About job, about what other friends are doing, and about sex trade shop!
In those days, we didn't have to talk about what others are doing; we just knew everything happening on us.
Isn't it strange when you try to recall what we're talking about when we were high school students: I can hardly recall anything.

The life each of us goes on is so different from each other that I don't think I can go the same way now.
But at the same time, I think none of them can (or want to? lol) go the same way with me.
I may still have some envy for those who're enjoying the life full of good foods and good ladies, but I don't want to do things they have to do; I'm sorry but I think it's just ridiculous.

Next year is the year to make things happen for me.
I'll work as a part time teacher in some private school, and along with teaching, I'll do my research for master's degree.
If I can enjoy the research, I may go to a doctoral course.
And if I cannot enjoy teaching, then it troubles me a lot; should I start job hunting?lol

I'm half excited and half afraid the next fiscal year to come, just when I'm getting close to the top of a roller coaster: I just roll and scream from now on.