this is the preposterously crazed blog of carissa
o death, where is thy victory? o death where is thy sting? ~1cor 15:55

burned

either that or burnt.


in the pan, fried, done, finished
no one to go with me, i don't want to go. but i figured that it would be that way, cos it's not the same anymore. because, it probably never was there, and because, it was just the aftermath heat. after that, it lingered, and it dissipated, and it fell away, and eventually, it left. it left and it took with it everything i hoped for. it was a peak, but like everything it faded away. now it's cooling me off, and that's not good cos i still want to play in uni, it's the only thing i've been able to pick up really really fast, of all the others i played, not even the piano. it has to stay.. but i can't anymore, it's too hard. i gotta leave it sometime and i gotta move on.



where's that letter?! ray, what's taking you so long?! eh, 12 more days leh!


This is Carissa, signing out

burnt out so bad cannot see ar?