Chapter 3.0: Invisible

I feel for A (Anonymous). Imagine living life as if you're not there--distant to your own world, stranger to your own circle. I bet he wishes to shout, but what for? Surely people will hear him, but will anyone bother to ask why? In situations such as his, would you rather remain invisible or be seen but misunderstood?

I'm no mere observer to this life of his as such stories are typical monologues over coffee. I'm not complaining. I willfully offer an ear as a friend who also needs to release her own steam through venting unsolicited advice which I know will be useless in a minute or so. When I hear of such stories, I can't help but ponder on my own life--Is life really that complicated?

My issues are the total opposite. I need not shout for people to listen. More often that not, people quote me for something i have not even uttered. Blessed? Not quite. Rather than being invisible, people have chosen to depict my life the way they wish for it to be. Truth is of no essence in my world. There are numerous moments wherein I wish to retreat--to be able to spend a day in a bubble--free of everyone's scrutiny.

Life's brilliant in my spectrum, or so they say. Extravagance is ordinary. What's next? I aim for the normality that every citizen fails to cherish. I wish to enjoy loneliness and breathe every moment of its sanctity. I wish to wallow on sadness without anyone pushing to entertain me.

Wake up. This is my typical day.

So today, I imagine walking to work; appreciating the warmth of the morning sun on my face while sipping my foamy latte. I'm greeted with piles of paperwork waiting to be noticed, already dusting in history. Then again, this is what i imagine. In truth, I'm driven to work, greeted by my own personal assistant, with a tall Starbucks Mochaccino waiting on my desk. Work? Not for me. I'm successful that way--work is done for me. I'm paid to say 'Yes, No, Perhaps' and to give my signature.

Perfect life? You decide.

-Posh Wanderer

Chapter 2.1: Snakes and Ladders

Snakes and ladders, or Chutes and ladders, is a classic children's board game.^[1] It is played between 2 or more players on a playing board with numbered grid squares. On certain squares on the grid are drawn a number of "ladders" connecting two squares together, and a number of "snakes" or "chutes" also connecting squares together.

Each player starts with a token in the starting square (usually the "1" grid square in the bottom left corner, or simply, the imaginary space beside the "1" grid square) and takes turns to roll a single die to move the token by the number of squares indicated by the die roll, following a fixed route marked on the gameboard which usually follows a boustrophedon track from the bottom to the top of the playing area, passing once through every square. If, on completion of this move, they land on the lower-numbered end of the squares with a "ladder", they can move their token up to the higher-numbered square (known as "climbing the ladder"). If they land on the higher-numbered square of a pair with a "chute" (or snake), they must move their token down to the lower-numbered square (known as "sliding down the chute/snake").

Its simplicity and the see-sawing nature of the contest make it popular with younger children, but the lack of any skill component in the game makes it less appealing for older players.

source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snakes_and_ladders

its so funny when you are too observant and just happen to base your patterns in life to certain material things on earth. for example, the ups and downs of life with a wheel. or the high and lows of your love affair with snakes and ladders. you roll the die and see where it takes you, thats the risk of the journey. round and round it goes, where it stops nobody knows. land on a ladder square, you get to skip a few squares. good signs. land on a snake square, you fall back a few squares back. bad times. you just foul up just by making one freakin wrong move, then you fall down. when will it ever end? when will you reach the top? the 100th square and obtain your prize?

-Anonymous

Chapter 2.0: Always Misunderstood

People wonder why he is quiet. Some of them get irritated or insulted when he speaks. To his friends, his simple hirits has the tendency of back firing. So where is his stand? I dont know either. For years he has suppressed his thoughts and voice because he thought that it was the right thing. "Better keep you mouth shut than hurting anyone." True. But after careful thinking, that is not who he is. The real person that he is, is someone that is very loud and noisy but with a load of fun (well, thats what i think he is). But how can he be himself without hurting anyone? specially that special someone.

Its hard to keep your mouth shut and be yourself at the same time. You just have to be careful in what you say and all, and pray on the other end that the person you are talking to understands what you are trying to say. but what if he/she doesnt. all hell breaks loose. you put your best foot forward and yet you fail. sometimes that giving up comes to your mind but you just cant give up. after all the pain and suffering you have been through, youre just going to give up just like that? "it aint over till the fat lady sings."

When the mind is filled with thoughts and is already put down into words, there is nothing else to do but shut down. Words has been laid out here and yet the mind is constantly running, hoping that there would be an off switch to turn that freakin brain from thinking. need to.

-Anonymous