Tiny, Tiny, Tiny

Yes, it's not big. It was a small reunion party that I had last night. The party to kick my friend out.

Passing years, changing the topics to talk about. When in college, we talked about one's future path, about one's grade, about which professor sucked or nice, about someone that one loved. But, at the party, we talked mainly about jobs and marriage.

Did we already deserve to talk about such things? Thinking so, I felt a bit nostalgic for a sudden. Even me, who am interested only in the future but not in the past.
Yesterday was a day that made me nostalgic.

A man flying to UK in search of his dream... what about me? If I can't pass the exam, what will I do? Maybe, I'll go to US language institution? Umm, the price is really high but I can't choose but to go because I can't wait for my dream proceeding.

Tiny, tiny, tiny reunion party was actually impressive. Happy to kick him out. He would better know the gentlemanship (and the animalship).

Playing pool... ohh, yes, about playing pool... of course, I won.