This is the blog of Ian Rosales Casocot. Filipino writer. Sometime academic. Former backpacker. Twink bait. Hamster lover.
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Ateneo de Naga University Press, 2018
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Celebration: An Anthology to Commemorate the 50th Anniversary of the Silliman University National Writers Workshop
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Tao Foundation and Silliman University Cultural Affairs Committee, 2013
Inday Goes About Her Day
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Beautiful Accidents: Stories
University of the Philippines Press, 2011
Heartbreak & Magic: Stories of Fantasy and Horror
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FutureShock Prose: An Anthology of Young Writers and New Literatures
Sands and Coral, 2003
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IAN ROSALES CASOCOT
Monday, January 29, 2007
4:38 PM |
Erased From Phone Book
Permit me to de-pressurize.Makasapot jud kaayo.
Here's this writer-friend, let's call him... Dixie. You text him, he doesn't reply. I can understand not replying to chain text messages and god-awful viral quotes and jokes. (I don't send out any of those.) I can understand replying late, because super-busy, because walang
load, because... But not to reply to simple text messages?
(Basig naay bag-ong number,
Ian. Nope. Same number. He texted the other week or so, to ask a question. That surprised me, made me happy. When I answered, however, the silence returned with vengeance. Ambot ngano.
My paranoia goes on over-drive. Did I do anything to make him mad? Did I say anything bad that would merit a virtual silent treatment? have my old detractors been telling stories about me again? Did I...?
Last week, I sent a small message, hoping to spark a little cinematic conversation. Wala pa rin
. It's been like that since... since dugay na
. Gisapot ko. Da, gi
-erase lagi sa
phone book. I mean, keber
. You don't want my messages? Then I will not text you anymore. As for those detractors, ambot nganong ana na sila
. Never did anything to them. (Except, maybe, out-write them? Haha. Pero makaluoy baya pud.
And really, you
reading this, it's not about you
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