Category Archives: Get Personal



To say that she’s an awesome musician is an understatement. She’s beyond awesome! In fact, she’s the new definition of awesome.

1. She’s an amazing violinist

2. She dances, rocks out in her videos

Her videos are the definition of MUSIC, CREATIVITY and ENTERTAINMENT.

Check out her original composition – Crystallize – below! 

With more than 22 million views and approximately 360,000 likes on YouTube, you know she’s the real deal. It’s enchanting, captivating… it’s like you’re watching a movie in the cinemas! Thanks to Devin Graham for his amazing cinematography. Yes, he made it, all those crystal like features. Check his works out here –

Oh by the way, the video I just shared with you is dubstep music. Well, dubstep is a genre of electronic dance music.

With or without dubstep, it’s superb! 

Such a talented musician, she’s only 25 years old! As stated on her YouTube channel – Her kind of music will never get boring, even as time passes. She goes everywhere to film her videos, really cool don’t you think? She does collaborations as well.

Quick, go check her out! 

Would I say that she’s underrated?  Yes, she has only 658,310 subscribers. I think she deserves more though the number of subscribers doesn’t necessarily determine one’s popularity (some people may not have YouTube account). Then again, it’s YouTube we’re talking about. She needs like at least 1,000,000 subscribers!

Subscribe to her today and let her surprise you. 

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Is it the end of law for you?

It’s the number 1 question that I hear these days, when I’m out with different individuals/group of people.

My question is, “So what if it is?” 

You (in general) may/must be thinking that I’ve wasted three years of my life studying Law. It seems that they fail to remember that it’s not just Law I studied. To put it accurately, I studied Law AND Management.

What is it that I wasted?

The word “waste” never once came to mind.

What’s so bad about pursuing a world class degree in Business and Management studies?

There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I believe that I’m putting what I’ve learnt into good use so that nothing will go to waste.  And yes, Business Law is supposedly one of the Year 1 modules but since I’m exempted from Year 1, I don’t have to go through it again. Lessons wise.

I respect my former peers who are currently pursuing Law and I sincerely wish them all the best in whatever they do.

On the Edge of Freedom


I think the above picture best describes the kind of freedom I’m experiencing. I imagine myself sitting on the edge of a cliff, with legs hanging down, eyes fixed on the sun, or a distance, as I breathe in the air that I am blessed with everyday.

Life is wonderful. Life is beautiful.

By saying that life is wonderful, I don’t mean that life is trouble-free.

By saying that life is beautiful, I don’t mean that life is flawless.

The good and the bad exist, but it depends on how you look at it. It all depends on your perspective. Life is as beautiful as you think it is; it is also as ugly as you think it is.

Now, who doesn’t yearn for freedom?

Whenever I see or think of the word freedom, I think of the people who never once experienced freedom. They may not even know that freedom exists.

I feel like I’ve had too much freedom lately. I’ve almost forgotten how it feels to dread going to work; to school, not forgetting the Monday blues though I’ve never really experienced it before. I’ve forgotten how it feels to be responsible for my best friends’ well being; how it feels to fret over the little things that I did or didn’t do for them.

I miss my best friends. I’m only mentioning my best friends ’cause I’ve met my other friends and my buddies. Best friends are supposedly the ones who are closer to you but it doesn’t work the same way for me. My best friends are always so close yet so far. Recently, I feel so distant from them. It’s like I don’t know where they are. I long for their embrace. I miss their presence.

Am I feeling that way because I’m one who’s on the edge of freedom? Too much freedom on my own. Everyone else seems to be always busy with something. I’m busy in my own way but I always end up being rewarded with some form of freedom.

When you miss someone, you find ways and make the effort to see them. Even if it’s just for a hug or a prep talk. I’ve always hoped to see my best friends again, even if it’s just for 5 minutes.

But then again, who am I to hope for such things? After all, I’m someone who’s always on the edge of freedom; enjoying the splendour of life and wasting my time away. I’m not worth the time.

Nevertheless, life is wonderful. Life is beautiful. Thank you God.

“Commercial Break” – ONE

Now, let’s take a minute off the seriousness the previous post left lingering here.

Do’s and don’t’s when hanging out with Verisa?

People who know me, who hang out with me, who spend time with me, slowly but surely have experienced for themselves the kind of person I am.

1. Do or don’t?

I realized that one by one has learnt that it’s better to keep me in the dark what their needs, wants, likes and wishes are. They try to prevent me from getting them random gifts by keeping quiet.

Random gifts? Well, it’s the only time I feel like a professor!

They call it generosity. The generous me finds it difficult to be less generous or stop being generous altogether because I find that inappropriate. By surprising people with random gifts, I’m not flaunting my wealth or anything of the sort.

The only reason that I’m wealthy is because of God’s overflowing and undying love and grace for me. Without God, I’m nothing. Like when food is only nice when shared, wealth is only purposeful when shared with others.

So when randomly walking into a shop, individuals now have the tendency to hold back on their comments on the random things they find “cool“, “nice” or “cute“. To them, saying “I want to buy _________ or maybe not…” is like forbidden! They know that I’ll be quietly watching them, like a predator eyeing on its prey, waiting for the chance to strike.

Awwww, c’mon, where’s the fun? Where’s the LOVE? 

Conclusion, say or not to say? Please do, otherwise I won’t have ideas on what to buy for your next birthday or say, Christmas! Hahahahaha. 

It All Comes Down To One Reason

I remember how my current best friend, at the time when we were no more than ordinary friends, used to use the word “cautious” to describe me. When the word “cautious” was first uttered, I merely admitted to being the “cautious” person she believed I was. My admittance was unaccompanied with any sort of explanation. It was left hanging, on its own.

Something made me write this post, and it’s actually the saying,

Life is unpredictable.

I’m not taking this opportunity to grouse about my life, and neither am I suggesting that I owe others an explanation, I just thought that to enable people (who care) to understand me (better), I should be less oracular.

You know, if any of my poly-mates met me earlier, say, a few years prior to the start of our Polytechnic term in April 2009, they would’ve known my friendship history. Messy. Painful. For 2 years, one of my then best friends made me believe that I was the most blessed person on Earth before she put an abrupt end to our little fairytale.

People often say, “life is unpredictable”, I was aware of that too, until she managed to convince me that life was predictable as long as we had control of it. We took the wheel and made everything go exactly the way we envisioned it to be. I lived every day believing that nothing would go wrong because we were in control.

I am a fool when it comes to best-friendships because I’d give my all that when it crumbles, I go along with it.

Based on someone else’s mistake and my failure to be there for her on one occasion, she decided to disown me. Just like that. It was my very own belief that betrayed me. I fell from cloud nine and was reduced to someone pathetic.

From someone who used to be standing on the front-line, fighting side by side with her best friend; someone who used to be indispensable to her; and someone who used to take responsibility for making sure that she lived her life to the fullest, that very someone became a no one in her eyes. I was that someone. I honestly didn’t know who to put the blame on but trust me, I’m not trying to make myself  sound like I was the only victim. I know it was difficult and painful for her too.

I used to have a bad habit of attacking (i.e. punching) the wall in a fit of hysterical anger, be it with myself or with others that matter. I recall the amount of strength I used to punch the wall till the paint came off on the day I got  disowned. It came so suddenly, without any warning. I admit to blaming her for my sorry plight though not for long because I loved her too much.

It’s difficult and almost impossible to get angry with someone you truly love and care about.

It took her a year and her friends to publicly humiliate me for hurting her to realize that we shouldn’t have ended the way we did. Horrible nightmare. It was good to know that she missed me;  missed seeing us spend every day together; and missed being one of my top priorities, but really, what’s the point of telling me all that after leaving me out in the streets to die? Why all the pother?

So there you go, it took me two bitter experiences (one of them untold) to automatically become someone “cautious”. I dared not open up to anyone because I was afraid of being betrayed again. Betrayed by belief and faith I have in a friendship with someone.

Once or twice is enough, a third time’s a suicide.

I never really shared my story with anyone in the Polytechnic, I don’t want to be pitied on. Besides, I didn’t think it’d matter until recently. The impact my experiences had on me, I could still feel it like it was just yesterday. It’s not like I bear or hold grudges, it’s just that sometimes my memory’s too good for own good. Memories like those have gotten the better of me.

I was too naive, too trusting. I was the fool I never thought I’d become. Decisions I made revolve around her. She was the reason why I turned down the migration offer. Back then, in our fairytale, I was sure that everything was worth it, that she was worth my sacrifice, my 100% attention. But look at the mess she got me into, I lost myself. I wasn’t sure any more, why don’t you tell me?

Wracked by sudorific thoughts, I found myself tossing and turning on my bed, and for some reason, frustrated with myself until I grew weary.

But you must know that my fear is no more than a reminder. A reminder that I should never take anything for granted; a reminder that I should never be too full of myself. I told myself to distance myself from people so that I wouldn’t have to see myself caught in the same kind of situation as I unexpectedly did back then. I swore off best friends until I got to know Jen and a year later, Jas.

It was like a turning point for me.

Find out why in the next post… (I’m tired of forming sentences! “Lousy” as Jas would say to me, hahaha)

At the end of the everything, though life is unpredictable, God’s love for us is always steady.


You’re good.

You made a fool out of me.

You succeeded only because I loved you way too much.

Should I Be Honest?

Should I be honest?

It’s nothing like that I haven’t been honest all these years, it’s just that, I haven’t gotten the chance to tell you how I really feel. I tried, a couple of times before, but you didn’t seem to register the truth well enough to remember them today. Because if you did, I wouldn’t be feeling this way.

You know, I don’t like it when you get busy because it’s the busy moments that never fail to let me see you as someone else. Someone I never knew. Your actions made me feel like we’re mere strangers. No matter how understanding I am and can be, I just can’t help feeling a little sad. Should I be honest? I’m feeling a little neglected.

There’s so many things I want to tell you but I haven’t been able to. I’ll write to you, once we’re done with school.

Right now, I just wonder, you were the one who initiated everything but why am I the only one who’s maintaining it? I’ve been putting my best foot forward, giving everything my best only to get the feeling that I’m doing all that on my own. Where are you? Should I be honest? I thought we’re gonna do this together, that’s why we’re best friends to begin with.

Should I be honest? Despite all the flaws, I still feel blessed to have you in my life.