Bored? Here is a game you will be Surprised!


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Guys, this is not something I usually post, because at some point I do not think the interpretation is accurate, the correct one depends on yourself :) But the game is fun, can help connect people, can also let you learn a little bit more about yourself or your friends and family, most importantly you will be surprised by yourself.

So, I just copy and paste the whole passage from the link below, written by Oliver Emberton, and enjoy reading!

I’m going to share a game with you. This game will reveal incredible things about whoever plays it; surprise, shock and delight complete strangers, and has kickstarted more friendships than I know how to count.

Play along and you’ll see.

I want you to imagine a desert, stretching out as far as your eyes can see. In this desert is a cube.

Your first task is to describe the cube. What does it look like? How large is it? What is it made of? Where exactly is it?

There are no right answers here, only your answers.  Take a moment before you continue – the detail is important.

As you look at the desert and your cube, you notice there is also a ladder. Your second task (there are just five) is to describe the ladder. What is it made of? How big is it? Where is it, in relation to the cube?

Now imagine that in the scene there is a horse. (Yes, horse. I didn’t say this desert made sense). Your third task: describe the horse. Most importantly: where is the horse, and what is it doing? Where, if anywhere, is it going?

We’re nearly there now. In the scene before you, are flowers. Your penultimate task: describe the flowers. How many are there? What do they look like? Where are they, in relation to the horse, cube, ladder and sand?

Final question. In the desert there is a storm. Describe the storm. What type of storm is it? Is it near, or far? What direction is it headed? Does it affect the horse, flowers, cube or ladder?

If you’ve been playing along, this is going to be fun. If you didn’t, I must warn you: the next part ruins your ability to play this game ever again. If you won’t want to ruin it forever, go back now. Trust me.

Ready? There’s no going back.

The cube is yourself.

The size is ostensibly your ego: a large cube means you’re pretty sure of yourself, a small cube less so.

The vertical placement of the cube is how grounded you are. Resting on the sand? You’re probably pretty down to earth. Floating in the sky? Your head is in the clouds.

The cube’s material conveys how open you are: transparent cubes belong to transparent people, opaque cubes are more protective of their minds. Glowing? You’re likely a positive person, who aims to raise the spirits of others. Made of granite? You’re likely protective and resilient.

The trick here is that when asked to describe a blank, abstract entity – a cube – your imagination will tend to project its own identity onto it. This trick is as old as time, but it’s about to get more interesting.

The ladder represents your friends.

Are your friends leaning on the cube? Your friends depend on you, and are close. Is the ladder frail, or robust? Tall or short? Does it lead inside the cube? Or is it cast to one side, lying unloved on the sand? By now you should be able to draw your own conclusions.

The horse represents your dream partner.

The type of horse reveals a lot about what you yearn for in a partner. Some people see a steady brown workhorse, others a shining pegasus or unicorn. Make of these people what you will.
Is your horse nuzzling your cube affectionately, or taking a bite out of it? Is it far from your cube, or walking away? This can represent a current partner, or an aspirational one, but the results are often a mix of touching and hilarious.

The flowers represent children.

The number of flowers relates to how many you imagine having. Some people see just a single, withered daisy; others a resplendent garden covering the cube and desert beneath. (Guys: watch out for those).

The colour and vitality of the flowers can speak to their health and presumed prosperity. The placement – particularly in relation to the cube – can reveal interesting relations; I met one woman whose horse was eating their flowers.

Finally, the storm represents threat.

This speaks to the current state of the person, and how they perceive risk in their life. Some may see a distant storm, on the lip of the horizon, fading from sight. Others may view themselves in the midst of a thunderous apocalypse, hailstones the size of tennis balls pelting their fragile cube and horse. Chances are those people have some immediate trauma in their life.

Now is this all correct? Of course it isn’t. You won’t be reading any peer-reviewed journals on the soothsaying properties of horses and ladders. This is a game, albeit one that has endured in various forms for thousands of years.

But if you play along – and I encourage you to try this on others – you will find it appears to have an uncanny sense of reliability to it. There might be many reasons: people seem to project themselves onto abstract objects (the cube), and their affections onto animals (the horse). Our nurturing of flowers bears some resemblance to that of children, a storm is a signal of environmental danger that taps into our sense of unease, and a ladder is something we find supporting.

Maybe it’s all just wishful psychobabble.

But I’ll tell you what. It’s an incredible tool for getting to know someone. In five minutes you’re able to discuss a stranger’s character, friends, partner, children, risks, dreams and aspirations. You will stand out as someone memorable, and you probably had a right laugh too.

p.s. hmmm, I think the cube is about how big your self-concept is, but not your ego. A bit vague? Your self-concept is how you view yourself such as your belief system, but your ego has other meanings besides that, like self-importance, self-confidence and as the mediator between Id and Superego Freud suggests.

Also, the ladder, the cube, the flowers, the desert can have alternative meanings besides the one he suggests, depending on one’s experience. But as a general I think it works fine. If you think the meaning he gave is not correct, you can brain storm and think carefully what those words mean to you.


For everyone who has been misunderstood, I wrote this for you.


I always ponder if discrimination disappears, what will happen to this world?

Let’s rewind time back to I was still a little kid, don’t really know why, I am always the one kid who cannot comply or follow others when I was in a group. I did not mean to do that, I just thought it would be nice to do something else, like reading a book instead of playing silly group games. So, you can tell, I have never fit in but I did not really care.  But I always feel the pressure to do ‘normal’ things as my mum always wish me to, she would keep nagging me, and then suddenly my neighbor would come around and tell my mum I did not have friends, did not remember what happen next, obviously not something good. :(

When I was older, I started to appreciate friends and learn how to be a friend, my friends are okay with my problems, but not my mum, she always think that my friends did not like me or they will judge me because of my problems, and that’s why (in her logic), I should change, I should improve myself. I always felt left out, being looked down, by my dearest mum. I never thought that my mum is doing something wrong as that’s so normal to me, but the feeling of being a weirdo stays.

Until one day, me and my mum were walking on a crowded street when a strange walking man came across and my mum kept telling me to go away, not to have eye-contact with him. Why? I asked.  ‘Because he is Mentally-ill, he is insane, he is schizophrenic‘.

At that very moment, I felt that man’s pain, I felt that man’s loneliness, I felt that man’s pain of being misunderstood every day and night, maybe even by those dearest to him. I saw myself in that strange walking man. I was angry, I was angry for myself, I was angry for those physically and mentally misunderstood. Where did our tolerance go? Where is our compassion?

I love to say my mum is like part of the cruel world, she stays in that crazy world for too long, she already accepted herself as part of it. Of course, you do not need to do the same even though you have been living in the same world as she is, but that’s the attitude or personal view she chose, and I know I cannot change her. But I should thank her, because she gave me a clear picture of how the general public are like from an early age. The general public know little about the mentally ill, judge them as potential murderers, forget that they can be one of our friends or relatives, they forget that they are one of us.

This is wrong, no one should have been treated this way. When the general public still cannot accept you as who you are, you are still being misunderstood from day to day, we can be angry about those people and blame them for how naive they are, I suppose you have the right to do so!

But hang on there, friend, I know being misunderstood is hard, but it does not kill you, even though you think it does, do not give power to people who want to kill you, you have the choice to let them kill you or strength you. Let me repeat that, if you choose not to give power to them, you cannot be killed mentally. You always have the choice to love yourself and let them strengthen you instead.

Another thing I have to thank my mum is, I learned to understand there are other people being misunderstood as well, so let’s gather, let our inner fire burns and do something positive to change all these!! I chose to turn negativity and sadness  into positivity and insights, maybe you can do the same. May be you can share your experience to change others, ( personal experience is always powerful); maybe you can organize a campaign to help people just like you; maybe you can be a volunteer; or maybe something bigger, anything, anything that is kind and helpful! No matter big or small, no matter it succeeded or failed at the end, I will take a bow to thank you, because you have done a great job, you have done something, for yourself.

Back to the question I asked myself at the beginning. Hmm, if discrimination disappeared, maybe I will never have found the motivation to help those being misunderstood, or maybe if my mum have never been judgmental to me, I will never build up the courage, I will not feel the pressure to do something right.

As Helen Keller once said, we could never learn to be brave and patient, if there were only joy in the world.

So I guess I will thank her, for being mean. She shaped who I am, pushed me to think about life, pushed me to think about justice, pushed me to think about isolation and disabilities. And, trust me, as long as you don’t give up, it will get better. What once hurt us, will become our source of energy. We will shine brighter because of them. But before that, there is not much we can control, but we got time, start something small, do it persistently for yourself.

This is your road of recovery. You refined, you designed, your recovery.