At 30, I Still Do...

There are days, oh so many days, when I feel that I don't belong here.

"Here" being... You know, earth, Philippines, corporate world, motherhood, wifehood, internet age, Facebook, Twitter, Google+, QWERTY phones.

It's been a 30-year learning curve. Everyday, every interaction, every decision continues to be a challenge. But hey, I'm still here.

"I have yet to figure out life."

Some people would frown at the statement. I don't. We are experiential beasts. If you can't figure out life, then you have figured out living. This oxygen-based existence is all about infinite attempts to make sense of perpetual randomness.

My two cents. Now let's sing.

Out Here On My Own

Irene Cara, Fame

Sometimes I wonder where I've been

Who I am

Do I fit in.

Make believin' is hard alone,

Out here on my own

We're always provin' who we are

Always reachin' for the risin' star

To guide me far

And shine me home

Out here on my own

When I'm down and feelin' blue

I close my eyes so I can be with you

Oh, baby, be strong for me

Baby, belong to me

Help me through

Help me need you

Until the morning sun appears

Making light of all my fears

I dry the tears

I've never shown

Out here on my own

When I'm down and feelin' blue

I close my eyes so I can be with you

Oh, baby, be strong for me

Baby, belong to me

Help me through

Help me need you

Sometimes I wonder where I've been

Who I am

Do I fit in

I may not win

But I can't be thrown

Out here on my own

On my own