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 Joke that Joey Ayala Probably Forgot
The year was 2002. We could have easily missed this. We only found out because we overheard the school staff coordinating the venue setup during breaktime – for a special guest, Sir Joey Ayala at ang Bagong Lumad. My ears perked up. Hindi Karaniwang Tao ito. So yes, we found out Joey Ayala and his…
Confessions of an Indie Musician in the year 2000s.
Being able to say I was in a band (in the early 2000s) was a flex. The people in my band were exceptionally talented, but I was there because I was in the core group that one day decided to start a band, and delusionally decided that talent was purely optional. Early beginnings of just…
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 out, I just needed to isolate myself and be invisible, anonymous. 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 gate, I had…
Art of war, moshpit and the tactical butt pinching
Our journey started early in the show, all the way at the back where the musicians looked like Lego figures on a distant shelf. We slowly inched our way forward, slipping through gaps, seizing every opening, and whispering a polite chorus of “excuse me’s” as the bands played on. Finally, we hit the jackpot with…
I Asked for a Soundtrip, and got the Best Seat in the House
One night, around 2004, I was walking home, carrying a heaviness sponsored by the existential crisis – the kind of emotional fog that dulls even the colors of the street. As I neared my house, I saw two silhouettes smoking outside the gate of the recording studio next door (Tracks Studio). The bassist and drummer…
I Kept A Painting From A Calendar. Then It Came True.
This is a true story of how a simple piece of calendar art about to be discarded, turns to be a preview of my own life. In 2005, i started my volunteer year, settling in a small community house in Catbalogan, Samar. For this year, i’ve decided to just clear my headspace of city pressure…
