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The Last Days of Magic: Stories
Anvil Publishing, 2026

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
Thursday, June 03, 2004
9:01 PM |
Signs of the Times
Wanggo posted this message in his Friendster bulletin board today:
this coming saturday, i'll be deleting this account... i'm kind of sure of it. i may be back if i hear friendster is working without glitches... but right now, the system is so screwed up! i am logging in in my old password... not the new one that i set up. how screwed up is that?
And I agree with him. Friendster is getting weirder these days, which is why I barely check my account -- that is, if I
am able to log in, of course. Sometimes, I am refused entry due to some "temporary" bugging errors, but often it is because of some "scheduled systems maintenance," which is not improving the system at all. There's also the fact that the 278 Friendsters I have are now down to 273. The question foremost in my mind was:
Am I getting unpopular? But, taking Wanggo's tact, I understand a bit better. There's also the fact that I've been getting old messages back, most of which I've already deleted
months before. Or the fact that I'm getting Friendster requests from friends who already in my list. And the disappearing friends! And the disappearing pictures! And the fact that it takes just about forever to approve a testimonial! The whole thing's becoming less fun now, and more a compendium of exasperation.
(a) Do I stay?
(b) Do I leave?
(c) Do I just ignore the whole thing and get on with my life?
Frankly, I don't really care. And don't even think of inviting me to My Place, or Pinoyster, or Vibester, or... They're just added headaches. Friendster was a
singular experience, and I don't intend to do the same thing over and over again.
But it's not just Friendster that's fucked up. Internet connection
everywhere has been excruciatingly slow, too, even on reputedly fast servers. What gives? Also: Computers inexplicably freeze up when I go to some websites; the New York Times, for example. And I'm tired of fighting the Netsky virus, really. And other variations that're popping up every single day. And the last time I heard, more than ten friends reported their hard drives crashing.
What's with the world
ba?
Grrr.On a pleasant note, I just had a lovely dinner of scrumptious grilled squid in Mamia, with teacher-friends. We made
libak all our bad students, and updated ourselves with how we are all coming along with individual counter-offensive plans for the coming schoolyear (which officially begins Monday). This includes no longer giving out Incompletes.
I feel full. And I am beaming with such enthusiasm, too. Which is good, isn't it?
[0] This is Where You Bite the Sandwich
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