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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
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
... and because summer is really,
really over,
I'm getting back to work. Enough procrastination and distraction already, I've already had my rest and my fun. I have so much to do, and so little time. Wish me luck.
A little while later...I'm a little scared for my sanity. I'm in the thick of things now, work-wise, but this is the state of my anxiety:
First, I made noodles for dinner -- and forgot to add the oil. I was wondering why the noodles were a bit crunchy.
Did I not soak it with enough time in the boiling water? Later, I found the pack of oil near my kitchen sink, unopened, unusued. I tried laughing it off as a mistake of human nature. But then...
Second, I brewed myself some coffee a while back, following the routine of putting in the filter, and then the grounded beans ready for boiling. After a few minutes, I felt myself ready for a cup and tried to pour myself one. Turned out I didn't put in any water in the coffeemaker.
I am going mad. Or forgetful. Or developing dementia. Or Alzheimer's. Or just anxious. Or just too busy ticking things off my priority list in my head as I advance to the dark days of going back to the trenches. I have ammunition. Mahler's No. 2 is playing in the background, and I feel my self swelling.
Oh yeah.In the meantime, see me scream.
Update, 5:30 a.m.I just finished calculating and marking down all grades from my summer classes, as well as some grading the incompletes from last semester.
I am so effing tired. And sleepy. The sun just burst through the darkness, and it's already morning. In the background, Robbie Williams sings from his
Swing While You're Winning album. I already had Carly Simon and Barbra Streisand, some classical music, and the Original Cast recording of
Rent. (It's that kind of night.) Okay... What I plan to do now is to go right this minute to the office so that Mike our secretary can take a crack on my grades when he goes to work this morning. Once I deposit everything, I come back to the pad, get a quick nap, and then wake up to attend my first meeting of the day at 10 a.m.
Okay then.Labels: life
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