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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
Monday, August 11, 2008
9:06 PM |
A Few Days Early
In a few days, I will be celebrating the fifth anniversary of my 28th birthday. I used to dread this particular week, been dreading it since I turned 25 years ago, and suddenly realized, like a punch to my stomach, that I had lived a quarter of a century already but there was not much I could show for a life well-lived. I'd succumb to a cliche, and mope around, find a place to be a hermit for a few days, until the whole dreaded prospect of celebrating another year of turning older has cleared, and nobody has to greet me anymore a half-hearted "Happy Birthday!" followed by the inevitable query of "Where's the party?" (My answer: "I thought you were planning to surprise me.") But now I couldn't care less. Now, I don't even have time to mope. I'm still convinced my life is largely incomplete -- but here suddenly comes wisdom: what can one do, really, but roll with the years, and grab whatever it is that comes your way? Life is too random. The ancients were wise: the best way to make God laugh is to make a plan. I've been quite a schemer most of my young life, and less than half of the fancies I've made ever got realized. So here's a cheer to randomness. Here's a cheer to unfulfilled dreams, but
not plans. Here's a cheer to the number 28, and how good it sounds mixed with the gaiety of winking denial.
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