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This is the blog of Ian Rosales Casocot. Filipino writer. Sometime academic. Former backpacker. Twink bait. Hamster lover.
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The Great Little Hunter
Pinspired Philippines, 2022
The Boy The Girl
The Rat The Rabbit
and the Last Magic Days
Chapbook, 2018
Republic of Carnage:
Three Horror Stories
For the Way We Live Now
Chapbook, 2018
Bamboo Girls:
Stories and Poems
From a Forgotten Life
Ateneo de Naga University Press, 2018
Don't Tell Anyone:
Literary Smut
With Shakira Andrea Sison
Pride Press / Anvil Publishing, 2017
Cupful of Anger,
Bottle Full of Smoke:
The Stories of
Jose V. Montebon Jr.
Silliman Writers Series, 2017
First Sight of Snow
and Other Stories
Encounters Chapbook Series
Et Al Books, 2014
Celebration: An Anthology to Commemorate the 50th Anniversary of the Silliman University National Writers Workshop
Sands and Coral, 2011-2013
Silliman University, 2013
Handulantaw: Celebrating 50 Years of Culture and the Arts in Silliman
Tao Foundation and Silliman University Cultural Affairs Committee, 2013
Inday Goes About Her Day
Locsin Books, 2012
Beautiful Accidents: Stories
University of the Philippines Press, 2011
Heartbreak & Magic: Stories of Fantasy and Horror
Anvil, 2011
Old Movies and Other Stories
National Commission for Culture
and the Arts, 2006
FutureShock Prose: An Anthology of Young Writers and New Literatures
Sands and Coral, 2003
Nominated for Best Anthology
2004 National Book Awards
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IAN ROSALES CASOCOT
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
5:58 PM |
The Comings and Goings
Late afternoon, on a Tuesday. You feel the heat of the ending day still bearing down on your skin. The sweat has transformed into a kind of mugginess all over you: oil on the tip of your nose, fumes in the weaves of your shirt. It has been a worthwhile day. You took meds earlier, after all, to make sure it becomes such. And for once you do not feel tired. Now it is close to night, and finally you can allow yourself to relax,
just a bit. There is much to celebrate, you think: the second day of school has ended, and you have sailed through it with a fortitude you find surprising. Who knew there was breathing space between negotiating the monster traffic Dumaguete has become of late, and the taxing to-the-letter appraisals of classes to face? There was also the added pressure of having found yourself a student for this particular schoolyear—you had promised, after all, an end to your days of Graduate School complacency. "I want to finish my MA this year!" you had gallantly promised everyone in your life. In your heart, you find that to be a true road map for the year ahead.
You want this done, finished. If only to be able to get on with the next chapter of life. Unfinished business is always unsexy. Now, what else is there to say except to muse that change takes its time... It requires minute patience, and small charities—forgiveness, for example, for slight transgressions, like the occasional inability to wake up early every morning. Or not doing enough to complete the list you call your day. Or eating a little more than you allow yourself to, because... It takes time.
It takes time. You allow yourself happiness.
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