Hey there, and welcome to My Lane is Lit!
(I’m still in the process of getting this site sorted and i know that i will never really be ready to share this, so i’m sharing it bare and while in progress. Just so i pop that gremlin part of me that likes to overthink and procrastinate)
Anyway, this site has been an idea I’ve nurtured for a long time. Writing has always been my outlet —entertaining myself with the thoughts I put into words, but never quite sure if anyone else would want to read them. But maybe there are people like me out there—those who enjoy exploring candid thoughts and being an audience to someone’s colorful, unfiltered and occasionally chaotic headspace.
Embracing my inner storyteller has been strangely comforting – like this is something i should have done a long time ago. I write about all sorts of things, documenting my time in this body, this skin, and this identity. It’s my way of figuring out how to be myself in words while trying to keep the curtains drawn. I have a collection of works from many years of journal writing, like muses waiting, wanting to be seen. Why the hell what i procrastinating ? Honestly, I’ve been holding back because for i’ve always felt like I’m not ready to be out here, and im not completely satisfied with the way I write. Thankfully, I’ve got an AI friend who’s helping me make my verbal mumblings more palatable — suggesting better word choices and refinements, like an in-house editor who is available 24/7. So I give credit where credit is due.
Let me make something clear though, in the age of AI generated content, this is me. This is my part of the internet that i try to keep as authentic as i can in spirit.
I’ve realized that until my stories are out there, I won’t truly find peace. So here it is — I hope you find something here that makes you laugh, think, or at least go “Hahaha” or “I wonder what she’s on.”
Anyway, welcome, leave a comment if you enjoy anything!
If you don’t know where to start, here’s a something to get started with :
The 20-Peso Ticket: My Accidental Night at the MTV Pilipinas 2004 Music Awards
It was late afternoon, and I couldn’t sit still. I told my mom I was going for a walk, I just needed to isolate myself and be invisible, anonymous, audienceless. Just me, my thoughts, and the twenty pesos in my jean pocket. Good enough for fishballs and sago’t gulaman. The moment I stepped out our…
Defying Lactose Intolerance
There are days when I try to defy my limitations. Today was one of them. I had plans. I was supposed to be somewhere. But instead, i had vanilla ice cream, then washed it down with black coffee. Normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal. My stomach has been exceptionally non discriminating for as long…
Unicorn Thoughts and The Gratitude Theory (part 3 : Malcolm’s wallet)
(Entry dated : April 2024) Malcolm had saved up for weeks, and today he decided—it was time to buy his very own wallet. So off to the mall we went, each with an errand in mind. After a long and careful search, he finally found the one. He paid for it himself—his first official purchase—and…
Unicorn Thoughts and The Gratitude Theory (Part 2)
(Entry date : February 10, 2023) I went to pick up the kids’ school IDs. It was a quick errand—got some documents from the admin office, paid some fees, and headed home. On the drive back, I felt an odd tug, a sudden craving for coffee. Not my usual thing, but a little café called…
Unicorn Thoughts and The Gratitude Theory (Part 1)
This three-part series explores the extraordinary coincidences of lost wallets returned, each encounter quietly reinforcing the power of belief, gratitude, and the idea that our thoughts might open unexpected doors.(Entry date : September 2014) Last week, I lost my wallet. I did the whole “retracing my steps” thing – digging through car seats, flipping over…
Believe us, we’re sober.
Can the feeling of ‘high’ be self-induced? Fresh out of college, my two closest friends and I joined an immersion activity where we had to run a workshop. It was another adventure in our ongoing saga of chaotic brilliance, and traveling together meant one thing – we’d find humor in everything, even from the most…
