Lazy Jones

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Lazy Jones is a computer game for the Commodore 64, ZX Spectrum, MSX and Tatung Einstein. It was written by David Whittaker and released by Terminal Software in 1984.

The plot of the game is simple- a hotel care taker named Jones is bored and decides to go in the rooms and play games.

Lazy Jones is essentially a collection of fifteen smaller sub-games. The game takes place inside a hotel with three floors, connected by an elevator. Jones character is apparently a lazy hotel employee, who doesn't much care for his work, but prefers to sneak into the rooms to play video games instead.

The main screen in Lazy Jones is the hotel interior. There, your character can use the elevator to travel freely between the three floors, but he must watch out for enemies: the current hotel manager, on the top floor - the ghost of the previous manager, on the bottom floor - and a cleaning cart (moving by itself, of course) on the middle floor. The enemies only walk around and don't pursue your character, but contact with them is fatal.

My mood these days is much like Jones' character. I am also bored with the way my life is turning out and rather by watching movies or tv series than focusing on what life is really about.
Obviously many might wonder what life is all about... I believe it is about living.
Others might argue that watching movies is a choice of life... if you don't believe me, what are critics doing all the time?
In any case, I feel desperately bored with my life, and no game or movie changes my mood these days. Instead I feel like I am burning precious time.
Life is surely about much more than focusing on the imaginations of others. I believe that the imagination of others, from books, movies, conversations or any other form of expression can inspire our personal ideas to make life a much more fuller experience.

Nonetheless, I feel like a Jones, lazy around life as if I had nothing better to do.
Careless to pay attention to any major events happening close or far, I feel that my life is reaching a new low in pointless strain.

If some sort of will would inspire me to reach further in purpose, I might aspire for higher ground, instead I just compare my results with others.

The experience of life is truly unique for each person. There is no such thing as comparing results.

My life will be what it has to be! For now, I will be just a Lazy Jones! Why? Because I can.
How long it will last?

As long as Lazy Jones let me...

Mad World

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All around me are familiar faces, but after a lifetime of daily races, peolpe still treat me like I have no tomorrow.
I want to wait a feel what every child should, sit and listen... sit and listen
but I am tired of accepting  everyone else's judgement!
So convenient, so convenient!
People abandon me through my basic anger.
I would be an angel in sorrow, after all the wrath I feel.
This is truly a Mad World.
No one here, really knows me... they debate and deliberate
Til I won't accept, what they want me to do so great!
Tired... of being judge, by mad people in this mad world
People throw rocks to entertain themselves from their own silly things
and yet, its in their hearts that the answer lies as the waves of breath go on and on and on...
Will I have the power to free myself from the sickness that afects this mad mad world....

Will I ever have the time and perchance live what I once dreamt !

Oh well!

Fishing Junks At Sunset

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A long time ago, there was a fisherman in China whose main occupation was tending for the junks that laid near the shore line. He would do this after all the fishermen had return from the fishing rounds of the day.
At the sunset, we would lay next to the junks and take out is fishing pole and took the chance to become one with the moment. The sea of tranquility would embrace him as the sun laid to rest.
The beautiful thing about this fisherman was that he was happy with his routine. He never felt alone, because the sea would speak to him in waves of contentement and the sun would softly warm his cheaks as the night wagon passed by careless of the bumps in the wind, thus spreading random stars throughout the sky.
The fisherman would wait for the moon to rise, we would whisper a song that only the moon would understand and happilly would go about his way.
In silence the moon would enchant the land with its magical spread, leaving the mood as soft and mellow as the wind made some stars fell.
The fisherman song would be:
"I take a bottle of wine and I go to drink it among the flowers.
We are always three, counting my shadow and my friend, the shimmering moon.
Happilly the moon knows nothing of drinking and my shadow is never thirst.
When sing, the moon listens to me.
When I dance, my shadow dances too.
After all festivities, all guests must depart.
This sadness, I do not know.
When I go home, the moon goes with me, and my shadow, follows..."

To this day, the fisherman sings his song to the early stars, teaching them that they are never alone.
He does this as he's fishing junks at sunset.

Som que me faz rir

The day I was a Hippie

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Greetings to all of you out there!
Actually, I should say Peace an Love!

Well, a short short time ago...
Shorter now than it seems,
As early as a few days back,
which means as far back as i can remember
I was a hippie.
It lasted only for a night!
But it lefted me with a smile on my face





How could I ignore the possibilities,
After all being hippie can leave you high!
High on emotion that is!
I was lucky enough to have a crew.
Without whom, I would never made it.
So to all you happy hippies out there...
I say thank you!
Thank you for this out of this world experience

Music: BBE - Seven Days and One Week
Location: Earth, someplace cool and groovy

It's not easy being green

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To anyone that reads this, who at some point in life felt misplaced as if you did not know where you belong, or worse that you felt as if you did not belong, I write a bit about this theme.

It is quite frequent for me to have doubts about who I am and what if I am doing the right thing in life. I guess it is easy to live life by the value of others rather than our owns because this way we have someone else to tell us what to do, which eases off the burden of responsibility. Nonetheless, this responsibility sticks. It grabs on to one's actions like a second coat of skin.

I believe that to live up to what we believe in should count more than any other opinion supported on criteria defined by others. So easy it is to criticize and judge upon appearances, decisions, actions, moments in someone else's life than to truly take a step back, look around a see the world that we build for ourselves. It does not matter if it is unappealing to others as long as it appealing to the heart of the person who created it.

We do not have to think alike! We are not alike! It does not matter that we are different.
As long as our similarities or our differences are not used to destroy us in hence.
Many people destroy their hence because they are afraid to be alone in life, that no one will liked them for what they like, for what they believe, for how they look.

On the other hand it does not matter if we share one idea with a zillion people, it does not matter if that once of thought is the same. We all share the same biology, the same breath, the same necessities.

With all our differences and similarities we are unique, each and everyone. And in our own simple and proper way of being lies a treasure worthy of an universe as grandiose as the one we live in, and know so little.

Think of all the universes out there worth discovering, in your house, in your neighbour's house, in your schools, your jobs, your bakery, your shops, your streets, your cities. Think of all you can learn from just one, if you have the time and space to share the once of thoughts.

I end this entry, with a mention to a wonderful song, written by Joseph Raposo Jr, son of Portuguese immigrants. We had a wonderful collaboration with the Sesame street gang that lead to this music, which speaks about difference. His words, from his own unique universe have made my life richer in so many moments, that I can say that I am happy being as I am, because I can have the time and space to realize that this life is worth... every once of it, in each breath...


It's not easy being green!
(Joe Raposo)

It's not that easy being green;
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves.
When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow or gold...
or something much more colorful like that.

It's not easy being green.
It seems you blend in with so many other ordinary things.
And people tend to pass you over 'cause you're
not standing out like flashy sparkles in the water
or stars in the sky.

But green's the color of Spring.
And green can be cool and friendly-like.
And green can be big like an ocean, or important like a mountain,
or tall like a tree.

When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why, but why wonder why?
Wonder, I am green and it'll do fine, it's beautiful!
And I think it's what I want to be.mamuts@gmail.com

Bonding

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Human nature is filled with a wide variety of examples of bonding. I believe that it goes straight to the core of our molecular relations, considering all the ionic bonds, hydrogen bonds, covalent bonds and any kind other bonds that the atoms might enjoy.

I find myself quite depending of the human equation. As much as I try to be independent of the rest of my species, I end up finding refuge among the best of them.

There is no way I could ever become an eremite. Spending my time alone, bonding with nature alone, having no one to share the experience, accompanied only by my own ego, which would feel empty of meaning for the lack of someone to grab my qualities too.

I guess, I feel alone these days. I am on the basis of a job that gives me some reward, but I am a competitive and selfish person that wishes to find success to fit in. To a degree, I have been trying to convince myself that in this life what matters is doing whatever makes us happy, in order to put some satisfaction in a pointless way of life.
Isolating myself from the rest of my fellowmen only results broadening the gap between us, hence leaving me more and more frustrated with the choices I make in my life.

Humanity grants me little comfort with all their views and politics, while trying to legislate reason in the realms of emotion. Sad part of it is I wish I could be an eremite and truly make it on my own. Everything! Feeding, providing, resting, and enjoying my days.

In the end I guess I am as much addicted to mankind as I am to meat, which proves the other point... I can't be a vegetarian until the day I have no other choice!
For me bonding is mainly sharing. Being able to gather up a part of experiences and enjoyed them in the company of someone we love and trust. However with all the speed at which our lives are set to move by, we have little time to trust or to love, unless it is programmed.

Time management! Truth be told, it is harder than it looks! Being able to make time to include life is not that easy, if life will depend on others to set their clocks the same fashion, hence providing for the rare bonding to take place.

I have been having some bonding on the weekends. The best of it all was about a month and half ago, where a friend and me went on a wild trip up the moments to bond with nature. The experience was fantastic and I would recommend it to anyone who needs desperately to feel alive.

After all, bonding is the way that we as human beings find of communing the essence of life in its core. Without it, life is just a random set of events that holds no purpose to the cells that make up its fabric, and if one breaks, no one will come to make mends.