Time Machine by yabyik

Time is precious. Time is a treasure. Time is gold. The only thing you can never gain back is time. That’s why, it must not be wasted. Everyone knows how important time is. All of us must be very careful in using it. Despite this awareness, not everyone uses his or her time properly. I admit that I am one of those people who have trashed too much opportunities and chances in life. Moreover, I know, everyone wishes to have another chance to turn back time and change the past.

What if, time machines really exist? Where are you going to use it? What part of your past, would you possibly go? If and only if, I would be given an opportunity to possess a time machine, I will not use it to go back to my childhood days. The times where I am still not aware of the painful realities in life. Where my life is out of worries, anxieties, and pain. I also do not intend to turn time back to my most successful days. The times when I felt that, I am the best, where different achievements had become a collection. There is also no turning back to the most cheerful moments of my life. The times when mom and I were still okay and nothing built between us but love. Those were also the times where my mother had become my idol, my guide, my protector, and most especially, my best friend. Even though, until now I’m still confused on how mom and I reached the point of treating each other as strangers, I won’t go back there.

If I possess a time machine, where am I going to use it? I have experienced lots of vicissitudes in my life. I’m also one of the limited persons, who luckily got the chance to taste perfection. Neither will I ever use the time machine just to change nor to maintain them. If there is only one thing in my past, where I would choose to go with the use of time machine, the only thing that I love to experience repeatedly, is the time when I had my first dance with my father. It is the most unforgettable; most cherished, and will always be the happiest memory I could have. That was the time when I realized my worth. Dad made me feel that moment that despite trials and sufferings, I could overcome them all. He taught me how to become strong on the weakest part of myself. He made me believe that nothing and no one can stop me in living on my own. He opened my eyes to let me see that living in this world is not the worst. He made me feel that I am not a mistake.

I’ve danced a lot of person before but no one can replace the way dad danced with me, because that moment, I knew, inside my heart, I was loved. No one can love me like my father did. If through this device I could get another chance to feel that love once more, I will never waste it. My longing to hold him again is breaking me into pieces. If fate could just allow me to have one more chance to be with my father, surely I will grab it. If I could just steal one final glance, one final step, and another dance with him…I would probably play an endless song, because I know, it’s the only way, I could feel his unconditional love again.

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Yabyik - A kind and sensible girl, bright in school and is always prepared for any trouble that may come. Naughty but sweet and has a cute smile. simple, moody but easy to be with. She likes to eat but she never gain weight. She spends her time at home sleeping, watching movies, and listening to music.

House for Rent by Masyado

Living away from wasn’t easy. It is lonely and a bit hard but also it is a learning experience. A test of independence. Now that I'm in college, I have to live in a boarding house together with my sister. It is our first time to live away from home. We decided to move out from our house to live closer to our respective schools and save transportation expenses. We go home to our house in Alabang once a week. My sister leaves the boarding house every Saturday morning and comes back Sunday night. I go home after my class in NSTP, Sunday, and I go back to that boarding house Monday afternoon.

Our room is little and its walls are colored pink so you may call it "pink cage". It only has four appliances, electric fan, light bulb, iron and our cell phones. It has a double-deck bed, a cabinet and a small table inside it. A picture of a house that is totally different from a home I used to grow up to. My first week in that cage is like a year of waiting for weekend to come. I really miss all my favorite shows. The loud heart pumping-out sound of our radio component. My noisy brothers. My charming pet dog. And most specially, my parents and my mom's cooking. I really miss everything about home. I really feel lonely in this cage. I feel so alone because I only see my sister during the night when she's back from school. I have no one to talk to.

I also have to be independent about the house chores I cannot expect anyone to that for me. Me and my sister share responsibilities but sometimes I just feel tired doing those so many chores. Ending up, wishing you were at home because mom would just do that for me. Especially when I have to wash my school uniform at night so that I could wear it tomorrow. I used to wake up and see food at the table but now I have to buy them or cook them for myself and afterwards wash the dishes. Living at our boarding house is so different from my life living at our home.

Outside our room are two other rooms with four other occupants. Even though, I'm sociable. It is still quite hard to live with other people whom you do not know. I have to share with them are common areas like the kitchen, bathroom and the laundry area. Well, they seem to be nice but it is just uncomfortable living with strangers. Now I know what homesick means. I’m trying to defeat my feeling by loving this new home and finding happiness through these things I’m with. Anyway, I think this what's growing up means. Being independent and taking responsibility for yourself. But I'm still looking forward for weekend to come and be back home.

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"My friends calling me "masyado" because they said that Im too much of everything. I'am too much of what they expected. Im so naughty, lovable, and friendly but Im too complicated person. Too many person says that they don't understand me sometimes because Im so moody and sometimes Im so annoying. They hate me for being short tempered. ("Masyado daw ako sa lahat ng bagay.) but I know even if Im to tiring to be friend with there is someone who willing to be "martir" and love to who and what I am." -- Masyado

Technicolor by Ragamuffin

There are five colors that a painter uses to create a masterpiece: red for the heart, yellow for the sun, blue for the sky, white for brightness and black for darkness. As of now, have you imagine his masterpiece?

Colors are technically designed for creating an artwork, but aside from those, colors can also represent the shade of our lives. Red can be an image of our intense emotion - emotions that can burst when triggered by black and can lower down when poured by white. Yellow , which interprets the new hopes for a new day. Blue is for the sky we look up every morning when the sun rises. Black is use to intensify the hue that symbolizes the darkness of the day, and portrays the negative events that happened on a certain day, moreover white is use to cool and lighten up the shades of the creation. It also reflects the positivism that an individual has. Those colors can also evolve into other tones. When blue and yellow are combined, it creates color green - green which is an epitome of recovery and freshness after being exhausted on the things we have to accomplish. Red, when added by blue and combined with a little bit of white, will create lavender or violet hue that can be affiliated with happiness and contentment to life. Orange is a result of the mixture of red and yellow. This represents our undying energy behind the demands that life serves every day.

Life is full of different tints. Those are results of the different combinations. In reality, we are the painter of our own lives. We are the one who actually mix the paints needed to create a masterpiece, synonymously we are the one who decides on what we want for our life, because our life is our masterpiece. Life can be dark or bright depending on the usage of black and white. People always regard life as dull and plain creation. They don’t even notice that there are a lot of shades they can use to be able to make it bright and colorful. We always have an option on how we will paint our lives. Life can be vivid. As what the painter does, we must also enjoy how we will create our artwork, subsequently we must also acquire a trait of a painter, like whatever the outcome of the mixture we make, we are ready for it and let it be called a masterpiece. In addition, we should learn how to use the colors carefully, so that our masterpiece will serve as an inspiration to other painters.

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Ragamuffin is a typical teenager. She loves to laugh when she's totally happy and she smiles when she witnesses a weird event. She cries when she's very sad and confused with the things that get complicated. She cries to lessen her problems. She feels satisfaction when she cries and after that, she's fine moreover she's ready to face whatever life serves her. For her life is so simple, that's how she perceives it. She enjoys writing. Through this, she has the capability to express the things that make her life quite difficult to deal. She enjoys writing inspirational and positive articles because she believes that if we will be pessimist about life, it will be more complicated to live. In addition, she loves this simple stuffs: green, stars, hearts, chocolates, and ice cream. :)