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Rosa May M. Bayuga

Rosa May M. Bayuga writes for a living and for the love of writing. She has won the Palanca awards and the National Commission on the Arts and Culture Writer’s Prize for her fiction. She explores the “dark side,” whenever she can. She cares for cats and roses, talks to long dead and dying stars, and writes when her spirit compels her to do so.
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Ninay and the Spirits

The summer Ninay turned ten, her elder sister told her that she should learn to help around the house. Housework should be done the...
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THE EXILE

It was Christmas break. Susie and I had all the time to do whatever we wanted to do. The one thing we had long wished for, since her uncle told us the man’s story, was to see the bearded exile who lived in the house across our homes. The front of the exile’s house faced our front door. Its back side faced Susie’s huge window in their house along the bay.

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Oman to join Philippine-hosted Ministerial meeting marking 50 yers of the Treaty of Amity and Cooperation in Southeast Asia

VIA GRAPHIC PLUS | MANILA —  The Sultanate of Oman, represented by its Ministry of Foreign Affairs, joins ministers in Manila this week for the meeting commemorating the 50th anniversary of the Association of Southeast Asian Nations (ASEAN) Treaty of Amity and Cooperation (TAC). On the sidelines...

Oman–Philippines 3: Strategic Majlis opens in Manila to build on decades of migration ties through trade and investment

A high-level platform connecting decision-makers and entrepreneurs from Oman and the Philippines to unlock new opportunities for business, investment and strategic cooperation. MANILA, Philippines — Manila will host senior government officials, investors and business leaders from Oman and the Philippines this Sunday, July 26, as both countries seek...

Where the Missing Things Go

“What the—?” Sky’s hand stalled inside the bag, fingers grazing the lining like it might bite.  The leather was a tired brown, the kind that had once been pretty in store lighting and then surrendered to real life—edges blunted, corners darkened by touch. It smelled faintly of powder...