Timecube.

One day I found myself scavenging the depths of the o'great Internet and I found a thing, a weird thing, a thing that cannot be expressed by mere words that we, humans, can type.
The thing even has a name, and it is called the Timecube. Timecube is an idea how everything that we take for granted and not is here (Yes, I mean everything). It is an theory about the universe and how everything connects and is able to be. Timecube was probably thought of on 4AM on a bad night, where the Thinkers only friend was a lonely coffe cup who liked to listen to Pink Floyd.

Mind the language...

http://www.timecube.com/

I am the tunnel man.

Today I was privileged to visit some tunnels underneath Tallinn's fortifications. It was nice there, most interesting and there be a train. The train was a made to look like something from the future but it misreably failed at it... It moved only 0.001 km per hour or so.

PS : It was rather cold there.

Red point.

Today has been a rather "sweaty" day, a hot hot day, a day without mercy. Our local "ilmataat" has gone wild and released hellish storms upon us, than indeed are very warm and hot.
My periodical studying ability shall be conceved rather soon, so wish me luck!

My head is awesomely stuffed at the moment and that's why the title of this post is "Red Point".

The inevitable is coming closer and closer....

The inevitable is coming closer and closer and by that I mean the summer vacation that was invented by a higher authority (By higher authority I mean, if you know what I mean).

One interesting thought :

"High Speed Limit = 30" is too short, so it should instead be: "Maximum legally permissible strength of velocity for forward progress = 30"

To end this flawless post, I am going to give you a sentence and I want you, my fellow readers and all, to translate it.

The sentence is as follows : "Si hoc legere scis nimium eruditionis habes"

A friendly gift.

It has been quite some time since the last update I made here, so this one is going to be kinda special...

I have a friend who likes to write and I found that one of the things he had written was very interesting. That said, I would like to post it here and that I will do now.
The theme he kept in mind when he wrote it was death.

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One sip, an acidic taste. Swallows, throat aflame. Breath, rattling pain. Godless bastard, non-believer, devil's son. A once hopeless dreamer, misty eyed, head in the clouds. No longer. Death, around the corner. Breathing, relentlessly breathing. One more breath, pain, harsh pain, reality closing in. Death, cold sweat, edging closer, ever closer. End near, pain to bear, time to care.

Light washing, eyes hurting, another sip, acid to taste. Shade lingers, death closer, closer still. Pain, relentless pain, always pain, breath of fire. Agony in flame, throat aflame, hurt, harsh hurt. Beating, heart beating, relentlessly beating, still beating, why beating? Death creeping.

Mind flashing, thoughts splashing, less pain. Youth's folly, felony, crime. Imprisonment, heart beating, lingering memory. Visions coursing, time flowing, less pain, no gain. Gain, never gain, always pain. Mind, if blind, an echo. Running thoughts, ideas, hopes, dreams, fool's fears. Pleas, God pleas, please!

Buzzing, ears buzzing, fuzzy noise, much noise. Breath, pain, sound of pain, noise of hurt. A cough, blood, pain, noise. Buzzing, fuzzy noise, fly's voice, dice. Rattling dice; flying, landing, rolling. Hand touching, ear bleeding, death waiting, waiting still. Time to care, a little time, breath of air, pain.

Pen darting, words appearing, whispers. Pages, filled lines, thoughts written, no pain, echo of hurt. Light touching, hand leaving, burn. Paper, white paper, black lines, lines of words, a pen. Dreams, hopes, ideas, darkness lurking. Breath, death's breath, so close, just behind, pen darting, words becoming, lines appearing. No pain, a pen.

One sip, lead pouring. Innocence, youth, life, a child of light. Words forming, becoming to be. Stupidity, foolishness, new, reckless youngling, an imprisoned one. Age, thought, duty, drugs, containment of inner turbulence. Mind, twisted mind, ideas flowing, hand running. Fast, fast words, haste, end is near.

Touch on shoulder, breath, death. Time no more, last whisper. A pen falling, words stopping, lines unmade, story unfinished. Pain no more, memory of reality, a cold embrace. Slow, everything slow, the last sights, light's touch. Distant ships, place beyond, a breath, nothing. Death.



"Inner Turbulence of a Twisted Mind"

Weeek....

Another week passed as fast as a hurricane (280 km/h in fact). This time around , I had a chance to participate in "Mathematics - Test your brain" contest. I came second, someone got one point more than I did... Everything else was as normal as it could get.


Happy second week after winter break.

Sleeping is now taken from my poor self.

As the sentence above this sentence says, Ian's prohibited sleeping time has been divided by two. But for the exchange of that crucial time, he has been given premission to study and learn. Sad thing is that he will still die as a stupid human.




(Inimene õpib terve oma elu ja ikka sureb lollina)