A number of my favorite celebrities passed away in the past years, but I think I never felt this affected. I never even wrote about them here. I guess it’s because I grew up listening to Whitney Houston. I can say we had more history, y’know.
I remember singing "Greatest Love of All” after being forced by my ninang at a family gathering. Whitney made me dance along “I Wanna Dance with Somebody”. Her music accompanied me during those heartaches. I cried my eyes out listening to “All at Once”, “Where Do Broken Hearts Go”, and “Didn’t We Almost Have It All”. Her songs “Run to You”, “I Have Nothing” were my anthems when I fell in love again.
She’s got this powerful voice that will never be forgotten. I remember watching videos of her performances and being amazed by her commanding stage presence, the astonishing quality of her voice, and how easily and smoothly she can hit those fricking high notes. I LOVE HER.
Sadly, I wasn’t as vocal of my love for her when she disappeared in the music scene. Not really disappeared as I still hear and watch people sing and perform along her songs. But, after all the addiction, her dwindling health, it seems like most people have already forgotten about her.
After the very sad news of Whitney Houston’s death, Twitter’s trending topic is “RIP Whitney Houston”. I saw multiple posts on Facebook and comments on YouTube videos of her singing. I read through the reactions from people, and I thought to myself, what if she knew how greatly she has affected so many people, if we were only this vocal BEFORE all the addiction, will she go there? Will she end up like this? :(




For the past week, I’ve been really stressed. No, it’s not about my new job or any of my sideline projects because I love what I’m doing. In fact, I should be singing in glee because of all the opportunities coming my way for the past months. But, for some reason, I found myself almost in the verge of depression. And that’s not the worst part. I’ve acted somewhat hatefully towards people I care about. I may be right. My feelings may be justified. However, I detest seeing myself acting that way towards others. This isn’t me.