The Perks of Being a Psychology Major

The excitement for the much awaited film adaptation of Stephen Chbosky’s Perks of Being a Wallflower has been finally justified! Aside from the relatable choice of songs not only of the film but of the characters in the film as well, the story is just in itself a self-fulfilling prophecy for teens. Well, for myself at least. The joys and pains of what they call “misfit toys” had been served well in this movie, getting every aspect right and beyond expectations.

What made it even more interesting is that as a fellow misfit toy who studies psychology, I am able to understand the repressed life-changing events that is hard to take all in. Charlie had to go through serious mental problems as a result of a series of traumatic events he experienced since childhood. And just like what any messed up head needs, he was able to recover through friends who have been comfort in strangeness. And The Smiths, of course.

I could watch this movie over and over again until I fall “Asleep”.

In Love and War: Ely Buendia Live

It was exams week, thus a series of sleepless nights and panic and stress. But, Friday night made it all good in the end. I was able to watch THE Ely Buendia, Live at Glorietta! And I got in for free!:) In Love and War is the latest album Ely was promoting, in collaboration with the late fellow music legend Francis Magalona. Here are some pictures of the night my hero relived some of the songs that awakened my taste in music.

Set list:

  • Alapaap
  • Higante
  • Maling Akala
  • Santo
  • Overdrive
  • Wag mo nang itanong
  • Light years
  • Wanted Bedspacer
  • Over 18
  • Wag Kang Matakot
  • Magasin
  • Maselang Bahaghari (this is the climax for me. haha)
  • Wasak
  • Tikman
  • Ang Huling El Bimbo

One of his latest songs that I’m liking :)

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Break-up Soundtrack

I haven’t written anything here about my break up experience except for the drawings inspired by it.  So I guess this is a first.

It was the first time I got in a relationship and now it is already over and done. Thus, my first break-up… and it huuuurt as hell. I didn’t know it would be that bad, the way things could end when it used to feel like it would last forever. Then I learned forever is bullshit. I’m not going to elaborate though on what and why it ended, that’s not necessary I think. It’s already been 3 months and a couple of days since then and I can say at least that I feel and I am a lot better now.

In the process of healing and getting over, there are people and things that helped me make it through eventually. These are: PRAYERS + friends + a lot of crying (for a while it helped in the process of catharsis but it had to end too) drawing + writing  + 9gag + good music.

Funny is that when I was going through this heartbreak, it feels like all those songs I hear comes alive. There are songs where the words feel like it was from me but someone wrote it first and sang it for me. There are songs that makes me feel empowered with hope and strength to carry on. And then there are songs that makes me want to die. I just had to close my ears and talk loudly when I inevitably had to hear those like in the jeepney or from your neighbor’s annoying playlist.

These are the songs I listened to and related to so much at that time:

  • Breakeven- The Script
  • Nothing Last Forever- Maroon 5
  • Over You- Daughtry
  • Wrong Man- Paul Gilbert
  • Split-screen Sadness- John Mayer
  • Better That We Break- Maroon 5

And I thank the God of music for these feel good songs that made me feel better:

  • Fuckin Perfect- Pink
  • Gonna Get Over You- Sara Bareilles
  • Better in Time- Leona Lewis
  • Being Strong- Josie
  • I Will Survive- Cake

Then there’s that song that just automatically and repeatedly plays in my mind for months now. They said it best. No they said it perfectly. Gotye and Kimbra, I couldn’t agree more with you guys.

and then a famous philosopher once said,

It’s time to let your hair down

and give yourself permission.

It takes courage and control,

and you start by letting go.”

-Brandon Boyd, Courage and Control