- Her Truth -

" I now announce , Courdillia Edmonton and Ruth Clive as the official survivor of The Carrera ! " Look at her . Just look at how filthy her face looks . I gripped my hands hard , feeling the my nails sinking into the palm of my own hands . Guilt was what built up in me . Ruth pushed me forward to the platform facing the public as he too , stepped up beside me . I can feel it , this stranger beside me , a 6ft tall and muscular man , was also feeling what i felt . Everything seemed to be tensed up . Killer . Killer . Killer . Killer . Mumbles came from the crowd , and gazes of malevolence fell upon me and Ruth . I looked down to the crowds as that abominable woman , Lady Abella put on a blue crystal pendant on me . Among the crowds , I saw the familiar blue eyes . Clearer than any blue sky has ever been , enchanting , as the blue pendant that was hanging between both of my collar bones . I froze , Luke . " The symbol of survival . The testimony of being the one who...

Hello there . Here I am again , dropping by now and then . Realized that I've got the music bar up again ? Took some time of fixing that thing . Kind of nerve wracking . Well , kinda . And here they are , with most of the music I love . Music is just sensational , touching etcetera . I don't really know how to describe them , but there's just something really magical lingering here and there when you listen to them . Well of course not all of them . It's personal , more to one's liking . A few months ago, I've put up a mix of Kenny Guille , Kobayashi Kaori , Olivia Ong , Corrine May and so on . I just like how they play around with music and make wonderful ...... wonderful melody . I was pretty much happy with the mix , well at least until the list started going out of control . Once , someone asked me : " Why does all of the music you fancy either sad , blue or weirdly meaningful and hard to interpret ? Can you even enjoy music with all those emotional ...

As you can see , I've left my blog empty for months . I really don't have much going in life to write anything recently, seriously . I just feel it's the same thing repeating every year , not that it's bad though . First New year comes and school starts , while i get into class where I'm pretty much nervous but then as time passes I'll eventually get used to everything . And then , a bunch of incidences just hits right onto my face . Well , Not every single one of them are bad . To be honest , non of them are as bad as it seems . Maybe I'm just too pessimistic and emotional . I tend to exaggerate things a bit too much . Not that I could help myself from my own fussy old imaginations . After school term ends , holiday comes . And I get really excited about Christmas like I am right now . I am just how I was last year . A bit anxious , nervous , scared etcetera . Hope I can get used to my new class and classmates , pronto . People are n...

Evening , fellow readers. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Fear not her whines and sobs but her silence and nonchalance . ------------------------------------------------------------------ This is what I'd came up with during the middle of our fight . Ludicrous , ain't it ? I've been reading a lot lately , especially historical fictions . Took interests in them with all their fancy words and how beautiful they've been written . I guess reading really does wonders . Influential indeed. My recent twitter post : ------------------------------------------------------------------- The worst case is not when i scream at you. It's when i throw sarcasms at you by talking like a character from a ridiculous Victorian novel. * Follow me on twitter for more updates : https://twitter.com/FeonLeeYuli -------------------------------------------------------------------- No seriously , I do . Well not actually TALK , but as in chat . I'm l...

Greetings . A lot of you had asked me about the tools i use to bake or make Deco-ben . So today I've decided to update my blog and show you guys my collections of Deco-Ben tools . Today I'm not going to go too far , just a sneak peek of what's inside of my tool box . For those who are'nt familiar with Deco-ben , Deco-Ben stands for " Decorative Bento ( Lunch box ) " . It's a kind of Lunch Box which the foods are arranged in decorative manner , some may come with some sort of theme like Hello Kitty , Rilakkuma etcetera. Here's some picture so it's easier for you to understand . Hamutaro bento Ai'nt it irresistibly adorable ? Assorted bentos :) Cute and delicious ? Checked ! Happy little kiddos ? Guranteed ! ( I do not own any of these photos . Credits to those who uploaded these . )  Here are the tools i keep in my tool box :) 1 . Little bags to keep my bento boxes in . Apparently i only have two of them . ( Bo...

WOW . That's the first thing that came up to my mind when i looked at the date . It's already AUGUST for crying out loud . How fast was that ? I could still remember the first day of school . Which , i did'nt really looked forward to . And i was'nt really confident about socializing with my new classmates . This is the first year i got myself into an A class . Yeah i know , i know , it may seem like no big deal to you but it's my first time ..... so just give me the credit for the hard work i'd paid to get the result i wanted in PMR . Though i still dislike the fact that i have to wake up early in the morning just to get myself ready for school . But everything seems to be working just fine . To be honest , I'm pretty relieved . Everything had been going smooth so far that i can't  help myself but to feel grateful . This is the way i want my life to be . PEACEFUL . FREE OF DRAMA . STRESS FREE . I may be that emotional drama queen in ...

I assume that no one else but me will be able to read this post right now . And yeah of course , this blog is more like a diary to me . Well , not exactly a diary . Some sort of space to let me record some tit-bits of my life ? Six months has passed since my break up . Maybe it's not a big deal for anyone else . Including him , i guess . He had long forgotten about us . I can still remember every single thing we did together , and every memories we had . Everything seems so close , so familiar , but no , it's already a past that i no longer can reach . It feels like i had been knocked down from heaven . It feels like i no longer have anything to live up to , for i found every single thing i defined as ' happiness ' in the past no longer exists as soon as he left . For six months , the quote he left me startled with repeats in my mind . ' Short pain is better than a long one . ' Yes , it indeed is . But had he ever realize that the time nee...