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Simply beautiful.
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From: http://hannibal.hannotations.com/vide.html
in English
Chorus:
And thinking of her
Sweet sleep overcame me
I am your master
See your heart
And of this burning heart
Your heart
(Chorus: She trembling)
Obediently eats.
Weeping, I saw him then depart from me.
Joy is converted
To bitterest tears
I am in peace
My heart
I am in peace
See my heart
The words to Vide Cor Meum were taken from Dante's La Vita Nuova (The New Life) where Dante describes his first forays into poetry. Vide Cor Meum is concerned with the first sonnet where Dante describes a vision he had and asks for help in interpreting it. As Dante tells it, when he was 9, he became quite smitten with a little girl he called Beatrice. He only saw her in passing but was soon obsessed with her. Nine years later, he sees her again. This time she says hello and Love overwhelms poor Dante. He goes back to his room and "thinking of her, sweet sleep overcame" him. Then he sees the vision of Love holding a woman (Beatrice) who is wrapped in a veil. Love says, "I am your master." In one of Love's hands there is a heart on fire and he says to Dante, "Vide cor tuum: See your heart". Then Love wakes Beatrice and feeds Dante's burning heart to her which she reluctantly eats. Love, then, becomes very sad and takes Beatrice with him up toward heaven.
Dante never tells us what it means. In fact, the sonnet asks for possible interpretations. One such interpretation was recorded by Dante's good friend Cavalcanti who suggested that falling in love was, on the lady's part, a sad event and perhaps a prelude to her death.
Both Dante and Beatrice married other people and Beatrice died at the age of 24. Dante wrote La Vita Nuova about 2 years later. It was right about at that time when Dante was becoming interested in philosophy and politics. One theory suggests that Beatrice might have been a symbol of some secret Florentine political society but I don't know enough about that to make any sense of it. What makes the most sense to me now is that Beatrice was Dante's muse.
ponedeljek, 21. december 2009
četrtek, 17. december 2009
torek, 15. december 2009
petek, 11. december 2009
nedelja, 6. december 2009
sobota, 5. december 2009
The Portal (spoiler alert)
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I just finished a brilliant video game. It's a rather short first person game, called The Portal in which you travel through a maze filled with clever puzzles, accompanied only by a voice of some sort of a black-humored master computer (and what a brilliant sense of humor it has! :D ) that keeps promising you cake once you are done with the puzzles (you're a part of some sort of an experiment)... and by the friendly companion cube. :D
The game is full of vitty humorus observations by the computer that create a lively atmosphere, and of simply genious puzzles with even more genious solutions.
The game ends by you escaping the maze upon completion and destroying the master computer that is responsible for your imprisonment in the maze.
Once the credits role, this song comes up. It is the supposedly vanquished master computer singing some sort of a farewell song. And it is nearly as brilliant as the game. :D
I just finished a brilliant video game. It's a rather short first person game, called The Portal in which you travel through a maze filled with clever puzzles, accompanied only by a voice of some sort of a black-humored master computer (and what a brilliant sense of humor it has! :D ) that keeps promising you cake once you are done with the puzzles (you're a part of some sort of an experiment)... and by the friendly companion cube. :D
The game is full of vitty humorus observations by the computer that create a lively atmosphere, and of simply genious puzzles with even more genious solutions.
The game ends by you escaping the maze upon completion and destroying the master computer that is responsible for your imprisonment in the maze.
Once the credits role, this song comes up. It is the supposedly vanquished master computer singing some sort of a farewell song. And it is nearly as brilliant as the game. :D
ponedeljek, 30. november 2009
četrtek, 26. november 2009
Weightless, worriless, careless
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Pulled through. Everything. Exams, presentations,... everything. I feel like the king of the world. Slept like a baby last night. I have a couple of weeks of chilling out, drinking, dancing, climbing, guitar, gaming and working on a design idea ahead of me. After that, it's back to studying.
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Pulled through. Everything. Exams, presentations,... everything. I feel like the king of the world. Slept like a baby last night. I have a couple of weeks of chilling out, drinking, dancing, climbing, guitar, gaming and working on a design idea ahead of me. After that, it's back to studying.
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ponedeljek, 23. november 2009
The Sandman - my new best friend
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Another sleepless night. Had a practical part of an exam today (in 3 parts) and got the results of an exam I had on Friday. Passed'em all with flying colours. Too bad it doesn't do me much good. Have a written part to that three-parter practical tomorrow and I still have a whooole lot of studying ahead of me tonight. And the day after tomorrow, the oral part of this exam. The fun just never ends. And I have to present a part of the neurological examination at the neurology practicals tomorrow. *Dramatic drum roll* *falls into a coma*
Not that I'm complaining... I'm just... tired. And need to blow of some steem by bitching about how life could be easier, if I had chosen one of the seemingly many bullshit colleges in existence in this country (the kind where you study a couple of hours tops for an exam and pass it with top marks). I'm not quite sure what you can do with a diploma from such a college, other than whipe your ass with it but hey... at least you get more than just school out of life.
Inspite of the studious success, today has been a rather shitty day (a cumulative effect of many little shitty occurences). Our apartment beeing redecorated, restored... whatever you wanna call it, I had to spend the whole damn day (apart from the part of it I spent in school... taking exams) taking care of the people doing the work, instead of rewising for the exam tomorrow. God, I'm completely exhausted but at the same time too nervous to be able to go to sleep (I tried... hard... and failed... harder). And, as mentioned, have to study.
Life just keeps getting... weirder... and less fun every year. I think by the time I'm done with this whole medicine business (if I ever finish the course in the first place) they will have killed the little will to live I have left in me.
Time to hit the books.
Over and out.
Another sleepless night. Had a practical part of an exam today (in 3 parts) and got the results of an exam I had on Friday. Passed'em all with flying colours. Too bad it doesn't do me much good. Have a written part to that three-parter practical tomorrow and I still have a whooole lot of studying ahead of me tonight. And the day after tomorrow, the oral part of this exam. The fun just never ends. And I have to present a part of the neurological examination at the neurology practicals tomorrow. *Dramatic drum roll* *falls into a coma*
Not that I'm complaining... I'm just... tired. And need to blow of some steem by bitching about how life could be easier, if I had chosen one of the seemingly many bullshit colleges in existence in this country (the kind where you study a couple of hours tops for an exam and pass it with top marks). I'm not quite sure what you can do with a diploma from such a college, other than whipe your ass with it but hey... at least you get more than just school out of life.
Inspite of the studious success, today has been a rather shitty day (a cumulative effect of many little shitty occurences). Our apartment beeing redecorated, restored... whatever you wanna call it, I had to spend the whole damn day (apart from the part of it I spent in school... taking exams) taking care of the people doing the work, instead of rewising for the exam tomorrow. God, I'm completely exhausted but at the same time too nervous to be able to go to sleep (I tried... hard... and failed... harder). And, as mentioned, have to study.
Life just keeps getting... weirder... and less fun every year. I think by the time I'm done with this whole medicine business (if I ever finish the course in the first place) they will have killed the little will to live I have left in me.
Time to hit the books.
Over and out.
nedelja, 22. november 2009
Poet Wannabe II
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Due to some technical difficulties, I've decided I'll post some more of the stuff I've written here. For safe keeping.
Due to some technical difficulties, I've decided I'll post some more of the stuff I've written here. For safe keeping.
For The Love Of God
A battered man
on his battered knees
is praying to a battered god
to pour some love
over his battered heart
so he'd stop hurting
so he could breathe
A battered man
on his battered knees
is praying to a battered god
to pour some love
over his battered heart
so he'd stop hurting
so he could breathe
sobota, 21. november 2009
sobota, 14. november 2009
nedelja, 8. november 2009
sobota, 7. november 2009
torek, 3. november 2009
nedelja, 25. oktober 2009
Doug Stanhope - No Refunds
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A comedian I like.
Part 1/7
Part 2/7
Part 3/7
Part 4/7
Part 5/7
Part 6/7
Part 7/7
A comedian I like.
Part 1/7
Part 2/7
Part 3/7
Part 4/7
Part 5/7
Part 6/7
Part 7/7
petek, 23. oktober 2009
nedelja, 18. oktober 2009
sobota, 17. oktober 2009
sobota, 10. oktober 2009
nedelja, 4. oktober 2009
petek, 2. oktober 2009
Struck!
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The version I saw was the one I liked most. It had Israel Kamikawiw'ole's Somewhere Over The Rainbow as the soundtrack but I couldn't find that one (well, I did, but it said that the soundtrack was disabled because of some violation of something, blah, blah, blah...).
Found this video via facebook and I love it.
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The version I saw was the one I liked most. It had Israel Kamikawiw'ole's Somewhere Over The Rainbow as the soundtrack but I couldn't find that one (well, I did, but it said that the soundtrack was disabled because of some violation of something, blah, blah, blah...).
Found this video via facebook and I love it.
četrtek, 24. september 2009
Foo Fighters - What If I Do?
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Tole sm že postal. Ampak že dolg časa ni bilo slišano. Pesem je pa zakon.
Tole sm že postal. Ampak že dolg časa ni bilo slišano. Pesem je pa zakon.
ponedeljek, 14. september 2009
The Cure - Burn
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Found this song through a movie called The Crow. It's awesome but somehow loses some of the awesomeness when separated from the movie... still... enjoy:
Found this song through a movie called The Crow. It's awesome but somehow loses some of the awesomeness when separated from the movie... still... enjoy:
nedelja, 13. september 2009
četrtek, 3. september 2009
sobota, 29. avgust 2009
torek, 25. avgust 2009
ponedeljek, 17. avgust 2009
ponedeljek, 10. avgust 2009
torek, 4. avgust 2009
A bit of the old and a bit of the new
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Green Day - 21 Guns
Jet - She's a Genius
Pink - Who Knew
Bijelo Dugme - Lipe Cvatu
Green Day - 21 Guns
Jet - She's a Genius
Pink - Who Knew
Bijelo Dugme - Lipe Cvatu
petek, 31. julij 2009
sobota, 18. julij 2009
četrtek, 16. julij 2009
torek, 14. julij 2009
Pink Floyd - Echoes
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How much easier is it, to get over something, if you are given enough reasons to hate it?
I wish I knew.
How much easier is it, to get over something, if you are given enough reasons to hate it?
I wish I knew.
sreda, 8. julij 2009
četrtek, 2. julij 2009
Billy Talent - Rusted From The Rain
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My latest favourite song...I stumble through the wreckage, rusted from the rain
There's nothing left to salvage, no one left to blame
Among the broken mirrors, I don't look the same
I'm rusted from the rain, I'm rusted from the rain
Dissect me until my blood runs down into the drain
My bitter heart is pumping oil into my veins
I'm nothing but a tin man, don't feel any pain
I don't feel any pain, I don't feel any pain
I'm rusted from the rain
Go on crush me like a flower, rusted from the rain
Come on, strip me of my power, beat me with your chains
And if I'm the king of cowards, you're the queen of pain
I'm rusted from the rain, I'm rusted from the rain
You hung me like a picture, now I'm just a frame
I used to be your lap dog, now I'm just a stray
Shackled in a graveyard, left here to decay
Left here to decay, left here to decay
I'm rusted from the rain
Go on crush me like a flower, rusted from the rain
Come on, strip me of my power, beat me with your chains
And if I'm the king of cowards, you're the queen of pain
I'm rusted from the rain, I'm rusted from the rain
I'm rusted from the rain
Go on crush me like a flower, rusted from the rain
Come on, strip me of my power, beat me with your chains
And if I'm the king of cowards, you're the queen of pain
I'm rusted from the rain, I'm rusted from the rain
Go on crush me like a flower, rusted from the rain
Come on, strip me of my power, beat me with your chains
And if I'm the king of cowards, you're the queen of pain
I'm rusted from the rain, I'm rusted from the rain
The sun will shine again, I'm rusted from the rain
I'm rusted from the rain, the sun will shine again
I'm rusted from the rain
There's nothing left to salvage, no one left to blame
Among the broken mirrors, I don't look the same
I'm rusted from the rain, I'm rusted from the rain
Dissect me until my blood runs down into the drain
My bitter heart is pumping oil into my veins
I'm nothing but a tin man, don't feel any pain
I don't feel any pain, I don't feel any pain
I'm rusted from the rain
Go on crush me like a flower, rusted from the rain
Come on, strip me of my power, beat me with your chains
And if I'm the king of cowards, you're the queen of pain
I'm rusted from the rain, I'm rusted from the rain
You hung me like a picture, now I'm just a frame
I used to be your lap dog, now I'm just a stray
Shackled in a graveyard, left here to decay
Left here to decay, left here to decay
I'm rusted from the rain
Go on crush me like a flower, rusted from the rain
Come on, strip me of my power, beat me with your chains
And if I'm the king of cowards, you're the queen of pain
I'm rusted from the rain, I'm rusted from the rain
I'm rusted from the rain
Go on crush me like a flower, rusted from the rain
Come on, strip me of my power, beat me with your chains
And if I'm the king of cowards, you're the queen of pain
I'm rusted from the rain, I'm rusted from the rain
Go on crush me like a flower, rusted from the rain
Come on, strip me of my power, beat me with your chains
And if I'm the king of cowards, you're the queen of pain
I'm rusted from the rain, I'm rusted from the rain
The sun will shine again, I'm rusted from the rain
I'm rusted from the rain, the sun will shine again
I'm rusted from the rain
četrtek, 25. junij 2009
Evanescence - Lithium
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I actually bought this CD. I must say that apart from this song, all the songs are pretty much the same...
I actually bought this CD. I must say that apart from this song, all the songs are pretty much the same...
sreda, 17. junij 2009
nedelja, 7. junij 2009
torek, 2. junij 2009
četrtek, 21. maj 2009
Mor Ve Otesi
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A band I like and haven't been able to listen to in a long, long time. Here are three of my favourite songs of theirs.
Serseri
Bir derdim Var
Cambaz
A band I like and haven't been able to listen to in a long, long time. Here are three of my favourite songs of theirs.
Serseri
Bir derdim Var
Cambaz
sobota, 16. maj 2009
sreda, 13. maj 2009
Long time, no see
.
I've realised that my blog has become a depository for music I like. I am generally too lazy or too tired to write about stuff that is going on, is bothering me, is making me happy, etc. So I generally just find a song that I feel like listening to the most at that time and post that.
So, a little update. I've started writting a research paper analysing the degree of diagnostic accuracy based on the comparisson between diagnosis and treatment with autopsy reports of deceased patients.
In other words, a person comes to the intensive care unit with a problem. At the intensive care unit he or she is diagnosed for what the cause of their problem could be and treated for it. In case they die an autopsy is generally performed with which the cause of death is established. Thereafter, you can compare the treatment to the autopsy-established cause of death to see, if that person was correctly diagnosed and treated...
While I am thrilled to be working on this project, and very much honoured that I didn't ask to do this but was in fact approached by one of my mentors with the request to do it, I am also a little bit concerned - the topic itself is very touchy, since it, over all, deals with the quality of work at the intensive care unit... I just hope it doesn't backfire on me, once I start looking for a field to specialize in ("Hey, you're that guy that wrote that paper...")...
Other than that, I have two exams left to finish this year. Best case scenario is that I will be done with both by the end of June. The realistic scenario is that I will manage on in June and will have to deal with the other in Septembre. Worst case scenario is that I will have to deal with both in Septembre... which would suck a lot of ass... but with some of the exams we have, you never know (you spend two months studying just to be told that you will have to redo the whole thing...).
If either the best case or the realistic case scenarios go through, I will spend the entire month of June working as a madman. I'm planning to cram 294 hours of work into June, to earn some serious money (I need to fix the front fender I managed to break on our car, plus it would be really nice to have some time of this summer for a change).
That's it from me.
Cheers!
I've realised that my blog has become a depository for music I like. I am generally too lazy or too tired to write about stuff that is going on, is bothering me, is making me happy, etc. So I generally just find a song that I feel like listening to the most at that time and post that.
So, a little update. I've started writting a research paper analysing the degree of diagnostic accuracy based on the comparisson between diagnosis and treatment with autopsy reports of deceased patients.
In other words, a person comes to the intensive care unit with a problem. At the intensive care unit he or she is diagnosed for what the cause of their problem could be and treated for it. In case they die an autopsy is generally performed with which the cause of death is established. Thereafter, you can compare the treatment to the autopsy-established cause of death to see, if that person was correctly diagnosed and treated...
While I am thrilled to be working on this project, and very much honoured that I didn't ask to do this but was in fact approached by one of my mentors with the request to do it, I am also a little bit concerned - the topic itself is very touchy, since it, over all, deals with the quality of work at the intensive care unit... I just hope it doesn't backfire on me, once I start looking for a field to specialize in ("Hey, you're that guy that wrote that paper...")...
Other than that, I have two exams left to finish this year. Best case scenario is that I will be done with both by the end of June. The realistic scenario is that I will manage on in June and will have to deal with the other in Septembre. Worst case scenario is that I will have to deal with both in Septembre... which would suck a lot of ass... but with some of the exams we have, you never know (you spend two months studying just to be told that you will have to redo the whole thing...).
If either the best case or the realistic case scenarios go through, I will spend the entire month of June working as a madman. I'm planning to cram 294 hours of work into June, to earn some serious money (I need to fix the front fender I managed to break on our car, plus it would be really nice to have some time of this summer for a change).
That's it from me.
Cheers!
nedelja, 10. maj 2009
sreda, 6. maj 2009
ponedeljek, 4. maj 2009
nedelja, 3. maj 2009
sreda, 29. april 2009
torek, 21. april 2009
nedelja, 19. april 2009
ponedeljek, 13. april 2009
nedelja, 5. april 2009
četrtek, 26. marec 2009
torek, 24. marec 2009
sobota, 21. marec 2009
petek, 20. marec 2009
ponedeljek, 16. marec 2009
sobota, 7. marec 2009
sreda, 4. marec 2009
petek, 20. februar 2009
Fall Out Boy - I Don't Care
P.S. : I passed a pretty difficult exam spanning roughly 1000 pages of material today. Being that I invested a month and a half of my life into it, I feel pretty good about it.
ponedeljek, 16. februar 2009
nedelja, 8. februar 2009
četrtek, 5. februar 2009
torek, 3. februar 2009
sreda, 28. januar 2009
Trivium - Throes Of Perdition
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A great video. Unfortunately the quality of the only version of it I could find on youtube is not all that great. I think a better quality version can be found on their homepage:
http://www.trivium.org/
Enjoy!
A great video. Unfortunately the quality of the only version of it I could find on youtube is not all that great. I think a better quality version can be found on their homepage:
http://www.trivium.org/
Enjoy!
torek, 27. januar 2009
ponedeljek, 26. januar 2009
Antidote to broken promisses
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Years ago, I promised someone I'd send them music from one of my favourite bands. I had some of it in mp3 (don't actually remember where from), but most of it was out of my reach (couldn't find it to download it, didn't have money for original CDs for a long, long time). And while I sent several gigabytes of music to this person years ago, I decided not to include these mp3s (bit of a perfectionist, I am) and decided I would rather send the music in original CDs as soon as I could afford them.
A few months ago, I started working and earned some money. Part of that money was, of course, immediately put aside for purchasing this music in hopes of finally keeping my promise. And so, I travelled the country far and wide in order to complete the entire discography (some of the albums are pretty old by now and since the band is quite popular here, they are difficult to acquire). They were supposed to be sent in a form of a birthday present. There was even a card made (from scratch). Not a bad one, if I might add.
But somehow, again, things got complicated and keeping this promise of mine didn't seem to be appropriate anymore, for several reasons I won't discuss here, and fair towards several people I don't wish to mention here either.
So, now, I have a whole collection of CDs of one of my favourite bands, wrapped (I had the stores remove the plastic wrappings with the price tags on them and rewrap them) and in a plastic bag on my desk, birthday card right next to it. It has been sitting there for months now, collecting dust, since I simply don't know what to do with it.
A part of me desperately wants to simply unwrap the whole damn thing and just enjoy the wonderful music, while the other part of me insits I keep it intact (don't ask me why).
So in the end, I have something that does and does not belong to me at the same time. And oddly enough, the more time goes by, the less urged I feel towards claiming the CDs as my own and the more satisfied I feel with them just sitting there on the corner of my desk, collecting dust.
Years ago, I promised someone I'd send them music from one of my favourite bands. I had some of it in mp3 (don't actually remember where from), but most of it was out of my reach (couldn't find it to download it, didn't have money for original CDs for a long, long time). And while I sent several gigabytes of music to this person years ago, I decided not to include these mp3s (bit of a perfectionist, I am) and decided I would rather send the music in original CDs as soon as I could afford them.
A few months ago, I started working and earned some money. Part of that money was, of course, immediately put aside for purchasing this music in hopes of finally keeping my promise. And so, I travelled the country far and wide in order to complete the entire discography (some of the albums are pretty old by now and since the band is quite popular here, they are difficult to acquire). They were supposed to be sent in a form of a birthday present. There was even a card made (from scratch). Not a bad one, if I might add.
But somehow, again, things got complicated and keeping this promise of mine didn't seem to be appropriate anymore, for several reasons I won't discuss here, and fair towards several people I don't wish to mention here either.
So, now, I have a whole collection of CDs of one of my favourite bands, wrapped (I had the stores remove the plastic wrappings with the price tags on them and rewrap them) and in a plastic bag on my desk, birthday card right next to it. It has been sitting there for months now, collecting dust, since I simply don't know what to do with it.
A part of me desperately wants to simply unwrap the whole damn thing and just enjoy the wonderful music, while the other part of me insits I keep it intact (don't ask me why).
So in the end, I have something that does and does not belong to me at the same time. And oddly enough, the more time goes by, the less urged I feel towards claiming the CDs as my own and the more satisfied I feel with them just sitting there on the corner of my desk, collecting dust.
sobota, 24. januar 2009
Spouse Shop
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Recently a shopping multicomplex was open, in which people could shop for… spouses.
On one side of the street, there was a shop, where women could purchase a husband. On the door it said:
»
The shop has 6 floors. The characteristics of men improve with each floor.
There are only 3 rules that must be followed while shopping here:
1. You are only allowed entrance once.
2. You can choose any spouse you desire on your current floor, or move to a higher floor.
3. Once you climb up to a higher floor, you are not allowed to move back down to a lower floor.
»
And thus women would enthusiastically enter the building.
On the first floor, there was a sign that said:
»These men have a job.«
The group of women that was in the shop at the time read the sign, looked at each other and decided to move to the next floor.
On the next floor was a sign that read:
»These men have a job and love kids.«
Again, the women looked at each other and enthusiastically proceeded to climb to the next floor:
»These men have a job, love children and are incredibly handsome.«
A few of the women in the group hesitated for a moment but then, bursting with curiosity, the women again all decide to climb to the next storey:
»These men have a job, love children, are incredibly handsome and help with choirs.«
Without hesitation all the women burst up the stairs to the fifth floor:
»These men have a job, love children, are incredibly handsome, help with choirs and are very romantic.«
Depending on how fast the women could read, they would all, sooner or later, shoving each other aside, rush up the stairs into the last, 6th floor.
The last woman of the group to reach the 6th floor, to her amazement, noticed, that the floor was completely empty. The only thing that could be seen on it, was an electronic billboard that said:
»
Welcome! You are visitor no. 31.456.012.
There are NO men on this floor.
We have built this floor to prove that it is impossible to satisfy a woman.
Thank you for visiting our store!
The elevator to your right will take you to the exit.
»
Acroos the street was another 6-story building that looked pretty much the same as the first one. The only difference was that here men could purchase a wife.
The rules were the same as in the previous store.
The sign on the 1st floor said: »Women that love sex.«
The sign on the 2nd floor said: »Women that love sex and don't bitch too much.«
None of the other floors have ever been visited.
Recently a shopping multicomplex was open, in which people could shop for… spouses.
On one side of the street, there was a shop, where women could purchase a husband. On the door it said:
»
The shop has 6 floors. The characteristics of men improve with each floor.
There are only 3 rules that must be followed while shopping here:
1. You are only allowed entrance once.
2. You can choose any spouse you desire on your current floor, or move to a higher floor.
3. Once you climb up to a higher floor, you are not allowed to move back down to a lower floor.
»
And thus women would enthusiastically enter the building.
On the first floor, there was a sign that said:
»These men have a job.«
The group of women that was in the shop at the time read the sign, looked at each other and decided to move to the next floor.
On the next floor was a sign that read:
»These men have a job and love kids.«
Again, the women looked at each other and enthusiastically proceeded to climb to the next floor:
»These men have a job, love children and are incredibly handsome.«
A few of the women in the group hesitated for a moment but then, bursting with curiosity, the women again all decide to climb to the next storey:
»These men have a job, love children, are incredibly handsome and help with choirs.«
Without hesitation all the women burst up the stairs to the fifth floor:
»These men have a job, love children, are incredibly handsome, help with choirs and are very romantic.«
Depending on how fast the women could read, they would all, sooner or later, shoving each other aside, rush up the stairs into the last, 6th floor.
The last woman of the group to reach the 6th floor, to her amazement, noticed, that the floor was completely empty. The only thing that could be seen on it, was an electronic billboard that said:
»
Welcome! You are visitor no. 31.456.012.
There are NO men on this floor.
We have built this floor to prove that it is impossible to satisfy a woman.
Thank you for visiting our store!
The elevator to your right will take you to the exit.
»
Acroos the street was another 6-story building that looked pretty much the same as the first one. The only difference was that here men could purchase a wife.
The rules were the same as in the previous store.
The sign on the 1st floor said: »Women that love sex.«
The sign on the 2nd floor said: »Women that love sex and don't bitch too much.«
None of the other floors have ever been visited.
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