Ghost of a former life

It's all coming back to me now, it all came back tonight.

Met Sean at a coffeeshop near my place (ok, it's near his place too) for some drinks, talk and also to pass him back his babies. My room looks oddly empty now without the 10 containers it used to hold, and well ... I've grown somewhat attached to them. But anyway ...

It's been a weird night. He finally found out that I'm a medical student, after 1.5 years of knowing each other. I'm feeling rather bad about it actually, since I've been really evasive about my occupation, while on our 2nd meeting he pointed a gun straight at me. =D OK, got a really bad shock last year. Thought I was in deep shit, and that I'm going to die in this guy's house. The blo*dy gun looked authentic, and even came with rounds and a holder.

Not that I'm ashamed of what I do; quite the contrary, in fact. But it's just that I think some relationships ought to be kept the way they are, without either party knowing too much about each other. I really miss the loud-mouthed guys who swore with every other word they used, it's a different experience altogether. Sean's one of those =D Although as a CID officer, I expected otherwise, hahahaha. I met up with another one of his colleagues tonight, and we had fun chatting about every damn thing under the sun. Mostly work politics, until he asked me why I don't need to work tomorrow. I started hesitating. And saying it's quite slack, what I do. So he asked in a joking manner if there were vacancies! In the end he dug it all out of me .. and then began the fun conversations.

Sean was telling me about some suicides (how a woman got lodged between the air mattress and the waste disposal area - it's terrible, really), and some drowned corpses he had to do a preliminary examination on, and it's really quite fun to hear about these. Somehow his colleague was also a little ah-beng-ish. Does the CID hire ah-bengs?? Oh, I suppose they must. He was just telling me about the recent gambling den bust they did, about the woman who owned the flat and was cursing at him non-stop and how he swore back at her. How amusing! And then I learnt a little more about those poor police officers who had to invigilate a hospitalised suspect 24hrs a day.

Really, a ghost of a former life. A few years ago I'd still be asking Nik out, but now everything's quietened down for me. No more late nights, except those spent with books. It's so alarming how insiduous these changes occur. One period you're all into spending your life in a certain way, and all of a sudden, usually a year or 2 later, you find yourself in such a very different situation altogether. It's almost as if a transitional period never existed.

Really have to put in extra effort to maintain some friendships that used to come along well. It's not easy... and I promised myself I'll be back on battlenet tonight to check out on Brett and Jim. OK, I'm going to do that now. Really miss those pals.