Sideboard
In a small hallway, you pass. A library was noticed. Out of your curiosity you headed to the room without hesitation. Slowly opened the door. You could hear it squeaking until you could enter. Inside you are exposed to a variety of images you have only seen once.
You were rolling your eyes at those times when the light suddenly flickered on the yellow light bulb there. You feel cold. Your hair stands on your nape, hands and feet. Fear and trepidation soared and immediately headed for the door but, you could not open it.
Moments later you stare at a closet as tall as you. Your ears can hear the sound with a crackle inside. For some inexplicable reason your feet walk on its own. Spontaneously your two hands touch the broken branch of the wooden handle of the cupboard. When you open it, you are suddenly swallowed inside until it closes and you do not get out.
**Device Use:** Phone
**Timer:** Phone (7:32pm-7:41pm)
**Translator:** None
Keyboard
He's very busy talking to his customer and he is not aware that time is running out. All he can think about during those hours is to finish his job without fail and with nothing else to think about. When he remove the headset, he only notice that he's the only agent on the third floor of the office where he work in a call center.
Only the light in his station was the torch during those hours. So he glanced at the clock in his wrist watch and realized it was only an hour and the whole building was closed and he needed to go home. He have organized the belongings and made sure that the document of calls recordings properly. He stretch before he turn off the computer's monitor and CPU. He first wait for it to shut down before he stand up. When finally shut down, he immediately carried his back pack. As you turn around, a cold breeze bites in his skin.
As he know, the windows in that office are closed and sure to turn off the aircon when someone or no one is left there. But, he felt a strange cold. It's not just because one, two, and eight times he hear someone typing on the keyboard. He's eyes almost went out in fear but still remained brave. Take a deep breath first and immediately look at the object that was lying on his back. And there even more thrilled when his two eyes see the sudden brightening of the monitor and the continuous typing of handless letters on the keyboard. When the letters flash on the screen his there running out because the words TYPING KEYBOARD with the figure of a bloody skull are written there 🤣.
Imagination
Imagination enveloped in mystery, in my brain it prevents, disturbs, inexplicable engraved memory. Once you are loved every time you look at the sky sweeter than chocolate, favorite eat whenever you are sad. In the days gone by. During the day still waiting to wait for the jeep Yes, always waiting my heart to you. Isn't it?
In traffic the foot is numb at the ankle when or where it is going If there is a destination are we still there? Or is it just one hallucinations in my mind. I know I depend. Yes I do. I hope in you like a fool. Yes I admit I am a fool! stupid! stupid. I carry everything again. Isn't it?
Bleeding. Deep in my heart I was torn apart by various things, why didn't we just become one? Or is it easier to just kill the hearts are once wounded on sleepless nights. With swollen eyes in tears In the mind if you love me or if you really love me? Or is there someone else own your heart? Imagination, I was confused because always messing up my day I almost went crazy in your mind. Isn't that why I am here, mad at you. Isn't it? That might be a miracle the fate.
That one day maybe someday you can love me too as I love to you more than my life. More than the tears I gave More on the words I left out today. Yes, it's Imagination. You're always there, aren't you? coming back. That's all. Over and over again. Yes imagine the difficulty hard remove I'm so sick of you. But the question. Are not you tired? I hope you live with me at least a little.
Discovery
I went back to the classroom where I first learned the ABAKADA. I saw the same board drawn by balloons and balls to teach me to count. Twelve years later I last used that classroom but I still carry the thing that introduced me to the magnificence of questioning: Knowledge. I carried it until the spelling became paragraph writing. Until the balloons and balls on the board became the numbers I needed to add, divide and subtract. The form of Knowledge has changed.
Here I realize that he not only lives in the pages of the book, he stays in the experience of the person you meet, he plays with memories that are too important to forget. Knowledge can never be confined to a room or a book. He will continue to wander and leave you traces. Traces that will take you on the path of Research. And it will not be easy. You can not shape it with your imagination and must overcome every obstacle that lies here. At every turn you will be greeted with a question, because it is not just about asking questions but about ability to find and create answers.
You will explore the vast sea of information, it will take time to rest. You will be greeted once a day without even having a soft bed. And most of all, need to cross the language fence. In Research I became aware of so many forms of knowledge. Many studies have been published about and for my fellow Filipinos, but each word is dressed in a way that they do not seem to understand easily. And as I, who continue and continue on the path of Research, I will play the cross of the language fence. As a Filipino, it is my responsibility to cross our language in ‘insignificant’ fields such as science and mathematics.
The path of Research is not easy but man will travel it over and over again. Because this is not how the true form of knowledge is achieved? As we cling to something we have known for a long time and to the endless quest to discover?
