When its best that you leave your tongue with the cat

After last night, I realised that exes can never be real friends and definitely not best friends. And there are some things that are better left untold, unsaid, unexplained and forgotten.



After last night, I realised we can never be as close like we were before no matter how long time has passed and how distance had separated us. Neither can I trust him or can he trust me anymore. It's just not the same. And it can't be helped.



In a way it's sad. It's like bidding farewell to someone whom you know won't be returning. A funeral of emotions.

But I guess it's for the better as we move on to live separate lives; as he has moved on and now for me, I really can move on.

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P/s: I just returned from the land of the rising sun and where people accepts you dressed up as a 21 year old "live-doll" -lace aprons, feather duster in hand and blonde wig. Pictures soon. I am missing my state of the art 7 stars hotel room. A girl's gotta be spoiled rotten in Park Hyatt. Le sigh.