Weekend was really hectic for me. I was not able to go online that much so I relied on my sister for news on the net. She told me before going out yesterday that Whitney Houston was already dead. You know what? I wasn’t surprised anymore! It’s bound to happen anytime soon, I thought. She’s been abusing herself doing drugs and what-not. She’s been doing drugs for years and no matter what kind of intervention done to her, she just couldn’t stay away from drugs.

Dead at 48. Can you imagine the life she wasted? So many people in Twitter and Facebook and other social networking sites were posting updates on how much they were shocked over what happened. They were saddened. Do you know what my real reaction is? Not surprised anymore. Not shocked at all. And I wasn’t saddened over what happened but was actually angry over a life wasted. She was given so much blessings in life. A great voice. A beautiful face. Fame and fortune. A beautiful daughter. Sure, her marriage sucked! But hey, there were other fishes in the ocean and she could have divorced that worthless husband of hers and moved on. She didn’t. She opted to stay with him and embraced a life filled with drugs and booze and looked where it led her?

A friend of mine said that it was really her husband who was to blame over what happened to her. My reaction: whatever happens to us is the result of a choice we made. At the end of the day, Whitney Houston chose to do drugs at her hotel room and it killed her.

She could have been another music legend like Aretha Franklin. Tsk. Tsk.

Another life taken by prohibited drugs. Amy Winehouse, then her. Who’s next?

My guess? Lindsay Lohan!