Heard this morning that Layne Staley of Alice in Chains died. Wore black today. I thank you for the music you made, Mr. Staley. Galing mo... Rest in peace.

'what is your personal goal?'-- I was asked this question today. I responded alright, but for some reason, I didn't like what I was hearing.... it didn't sound like fun. Not good.

got stung by a bee saturday night... was affected by it... went through an emotional roller-coaster [read: bursts of joy, followed by sudden dips of sadness]. messed-up all claims of being completely restored to health after that wonderful 2 wk vacation in my hometown... I feel like listening to a weeping guitar... where's my jimi?

Drug of choice. This was first brought up in a conversation with friends from work in relation to Rico Yan's demise (Rico is a Filipino actor of my age) -- which was claimed by a few to be drug-related. Then came “Nirvana day” (Apr 8) -- when a local radio station played Nirvana songs all morning to pay respects to Mr. Cobain --it was his death anniversary…also pretty much drug-related. Then for some reason, this morning, while getting ready for work, I get this image of Trent Reznor in the video of– ‘The Perfect Drug’ – in my head. So I thought, that’s it… I need to settle this: What is my drug of choice? If it was Extasy for Rico, and some obscure “You” for Mr. Reznor, then what is Karyn’s perfect drug? Hmm… let’s see… a drug is something you don’t need, that you crave excessively, that you then spend a lot of money on… all because it makes you feel good (or high, maaan!)… Hmm… Tanduay Rhum can’t be my drug! I mean it was a lot of fun drinking it with friends in my hometown—but I didn’t feel good the next day… Hmm… what about nicotine… nah… doesn’t taste good after 4 sticks… caffeine? Couldn’t pass the ‘excessive’ test, I only drink 2 cups a day… Aha… I think I got it… let’s see… where was I yesterday? …The record store! … Last weekend? … The record store! 2 days before that? The record store! … Where am I going to be on Saturday… The record store! So there it goes folks… my drug of choice is MUSIC. I wake-up to it, I listen to it at work, I wonder about it over lunch (hmm… I wonder what is it about this John Mayer guy my friend likes… should I buy a tape or a cd? hmm..)… Heck, I think it’s the only good reason why I bought a car!!! ----Halleluja!!! I got it! I feel so free! Ang galing!! ----[happiness, jubilation] …Anyway, how about you? What is your drug of choice? I mean, we all have our own addictions...

The Gym. Finally gave in. Visited the place yesterday after work. My butt hurts today, but my arms are still in good condition. Saw several people in there who actually looked like they were enjoying it. Hmm... maybe I would enjoy this too... eventually. Yesterday was like torture. Lift this, do that, 2 sets, 12 counts each... man! Told the instructor that it'd be his fault if I can't show-up to work the day after. The man grinned. He probably knew I'd be ok... Hmm, anyway, Yeah, I'd go back. What the heck.