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What do you think?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: rgb(51, 51, 34); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;table width="620" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="43"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;Test color can generate over &lt;strong&gt;50 million different answers&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;each one &lt;strong&gt;written by an artificial intelligence engine&lt;/strong&gt; for every test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table width="620" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="29"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;The Color Test was done 4028003 times, thank you for your confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="620" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333322;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Result of your test &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333322;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333322;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your results present a correlation ratio &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with our model&lt;/span&gt; superior to 95 % .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( In a general way, a result can be taken into account if this ratio is superior to 30 %.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="620" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="536"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333322;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Profile &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testcolor.com/personalitytest/7.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="620" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;You are 52 % extrovert and 48 % introvert. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independently of any order of importance :&lt;br /&gt;You are intellectual and intelligent, you wonder and you inquire before taking any action.&lt;br /&gt;You are also a leader, you know how to organize the groups of persons and give them your energy.&lt;br /&gt;Finely you are dynamic, your actions are only directed by your own will and you know how to lead people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="620" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333322;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your attitude towards the environment &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table border="0" align="left"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="49"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="114" bg style="color:#B4E6FE;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="124" bg style="color:#0093CA;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="160" bg style="color:#B4E6FE;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;idees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;At first, at 40%, you are centered on your thoughts and your actions are determined by your knowledge and your experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;Then, at a rate of 31%, you are attached to moral values and feelings, and you have an emotional relation with the environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;Finally, at 28%, you are focused on the facts and on the reality, and your decisions are determined by your perception of facts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="620" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333322;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your highest qualities today :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table width="610" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="58"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333322;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;à 23 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt;&lt;table width="136" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" background="http://www.testcolor.com/personalitytest/degrageannonce.jpg"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;you are intellectual and intelligent, you keep wondering and inquiring before setting up your next step or defining your values.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="610" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="58"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333322;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;à &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; %&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt;&lt;table width="119" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" background="http://www.testcolor.com/personalitytest/degrageannonce.jpg"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;you are thoughtful and deep, you think before getting into action and you know how to communicate your knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="610" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="58"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333322;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;à &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt; %&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt;&lt;table width="113" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" background="http://www.testcolor.com/personalitytest/degrageannonce.jpg"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;you are a manager and a leader, and you know how to organize groups of people and how to give them your energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="610" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="58"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333322;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;à &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt; %&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt;&lt;table width="111" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" background="http://www.testcolor.com/personalitytest/degrageannonce.jpg"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;you are a manager and a structured person, you know how to take into account the needs of each person while leading them to the fixed goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="610" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="58"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333322;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;à &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt; %&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt;&lt;table width="109" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" background="http://www.testcolor.com/personalitytest/degrageannonce.jpg"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;you are open and good communicator, you know how to attract people and engage them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt;Finely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#333322;"&gt; you are a creative person, with always new ideas, and you know how to apply them, you are dynamic and active, you are determined in your actions, you know how to communicate your ideals and your energy, and thus, you know how to boost people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table width="620" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456153-2956982488890894159?l=thoughtsandramen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1RoOdt4TekkDfUJeDj90_QQ8vEA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1RoOdt4TekkDfUJeDj90_QQ8vEA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SitHaveSomeRamen/~4/4MZCasQQuyM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thoughtsandramen.blogspot.com/feeds/4973724415020281128/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456153&amp;postID=4973724415020281128&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456153/posts/default/4973724415020281128?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456153/posts/default/4973724415020281128?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SitHaveSomeRamen/~3/4MZCasQQuyM/emails.html" title="Emails" /><author><name>rocketman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259258802959864918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1922/1600/MugShot_edited-1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thoughtsandramen.blogspot.com/2007/12/emails.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkENR3s8fip7ImA9WB9bEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456153.post-899842435788978597</id><published>2007-12-19T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T07:38:16.576-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-19T07:38:16.576-08:00</app:edited><title>"Plagiarism" Story of the [Video Game Poem]</title><content type="html">Back in 1994 a game called "Final Fantasy VI" came out for the Super Nintendo System. I remember buy this game and playing it for hours. It was not an easy game, so I ended up reading the Guide and learning just about everything there was to know. I even memorize an "Opera". Yes, you got that right and "Opera".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fflyrics.com/ff6.html"&gt;Link to full Opera Script&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is part of the Script:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;So far away now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; Will I ever see your smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; Love goes away, like night into day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; It's just a fading dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; I'm the darkness, you're the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Our love is brighter than the sun.&lt;br /&gt;For eternity, for me there can be,&lt;br /&gt;Only you, my chosen one... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; Must I forget you? Our solemn promise?&lt;br /&gt;Will autumn take the place of spring?&lt;br /&gt;What shall I do? I'm lost without you.&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me once more!&lt;/p&gt; I never new I would ever again need this information, until a year later "1995". I wanted to tell my girlfriend how much she meant to me,  So I "wrote" her a "Poem" and since all I did the year before was Play video games guess what? Yes...Yes, you got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recited the part of the "Opera" you see above, She love it.  :-) The relationship didn't last, but the memory of the "Video Game Poem" will last for ever. The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgZXiHfNt0M"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to the actual video game scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456153-899842435788978597?l=thoughtsandramen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ow43iquU7kep9KMJATJmwxKAwo4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ow43iquU7kep9KMJATJmwxKAwo4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SitHaveSomeRamen/~4/FMsqg0v5eRE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thoughtsandramen.blogspot.com/feeds/1125900903815956550/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456153&amp;postID=1125900903815956550&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456153/posts/default/1125900903815956550?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456153/posts/default/1125900903815956550?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SitHaveSomeRamen/~3/FMsqg0v5eRE/i-wish-i-could.html" title="I wish I could" /><author><name>rocketman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259258802959864918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1922/1600/MugShot_edited-1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thoughtsandramen.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-wish-i-could.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MCQX4yfCp7ImA9WB9XGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456153.post-7462749084732702545</id><published>2007-11-13T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T08:31:00.094-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-13T08:31:00.094-08:00</app:edited><title>Tourniquet - The Hand Trembler lyrics</title><content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Artist: &lt;a href="http://www.tourniquet.net/"&gt;Tourniquet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tourniquet.net/audio/14__The_Hand_Trembler.mp3"&gt;The Hand Trembler&lt;/a&gt; Lyrics &lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/print.php?id=TlRVeE56SXo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is the God that I worship like an eight ball that says yes maybe or no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Or like a ouija board that points the direction to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A family looks on forlorn and sad - the outcome will determine faithful or mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Temperature soars to 107 - passing hands not yet ready for heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He sees himself floating somewhere overhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A haunting apparition high above his bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's me, I think, but I seem to resemble the soul of a ghoul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Hand Trembler walks out not a word did he say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Is his power for real though he failed today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The family has scorned him - Hand Trembler denied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The life of their son snuffed out as they cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You left us in agony - your power is fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Though we trusted in you, this answer we'll not take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Do you have the faith to let God be God - that is the question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Not a question of outcome but a question of trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; For he is truly God and we are but dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There are things in this life we can never explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; On the wicked and the righteous fall sunshine and rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am not God, though at times I have tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "You don't need him" - the deceiver has lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I like the lyrics to this song, I'm definitely asking myself the same question&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I have the faith to let God be God - that is the question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Not a question of outcome but a question of trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; For he is truly God and I'm but dust"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*Warning! "Heavenly Metal" not for the faint of hart* :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456153-7462749084732702545?l=thoughtsandramen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is, it's just....This guy should have totally been wkg!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry not much help here&lt;br /&gt;Friend: it was in the middle of the wk day...It's all good....Didn't know what you'd have to say ;) was just curious on your thoughts dude....Are you typing a lot, LOL&lt;br /&gt;Me: It just seems to me that you are giving me your observations on the guy actions... Which leave me to believe or think the same thing you are already thinking...? "That he might be interested" right?? But I'm not sure, people are different these days&lt;br /&gt;Friend: LOL I dunno what to think....Seriously....&lt;br /&gt;Me: You are such a girl... Which is good?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: This guy is hard to figure out...Not that I'm trying' LOL...Thanks :)....But he definitely, I feel like gives me mixed signals&lt;br /&gt;Me: forget about the signals...&lt;br /&gt;Friend: LOL...What?&lt;br /&gt;Me: it's the whole guy, girl thing.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: ok...Explain&lt;br /&gt;Me: You are seeing it through a girl’s perspective... Which is the only one you have...Signals can be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;Friend: yes...This is true yes...I agree so what is the guy’s perspective then!?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I guess... And this is a guess... He is just testing, like checking you out, finding out more about you&lt;br /&gt;Friend: LOL....That's what Jack said!!! That he's testing the waters...Or something...&lt;br /&gt;Me: lol&lt;br /&gt;Friend: I don't think I like to be "tested" lol it makes me nervous...&lt;br /&gt;Me: well is not like he is testing. It's ok to be nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: cause I don't want him to misread anything I do around him&lt;br /&gt;Me: he will anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: LOL what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: misread you&lt;br /&gt;Friend: do guys really read into things like girls do? lol&lt;br /&gt;Me: that is out of your control&lt;br /&gt;Friend: I know....But still....&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes but in a different way&lt;br /&gt;Friend: I can't figure out either if I'm truly interested in him really? How...What way? lol I guess...Come to think of it...&lt;br /&gt;Me: you would have to be a guy to understand it lol&lt;br /&gt;Friend: he's probably got mixed signal from me! lol ha! gee thanks. I’m just trying' to learn more! lol&lt;br /&gt;Me: don't' worry too much about it... Be yourself, let things happened and don't try to control it&lt;br /&gt;Friend: I know...I have totally been myself...But that's what worries me sometimes...lol I'm trying' not to&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes you are you are doing it right now&lt;br /&gt;Friend: sometimes I think I come across as too friendly yah know....You guys have even said that...&lt;br /&gt;Me: trying to control you&lt;br /&gt;Friend: LOL really? nah? LOL ok, ok...You're right...I just want answers! LOL&lt;br /&gt;Me: that is only my observation&lt;br /&gt;Friend: you're very observant&lt;br /&gt;Me: you'll need to ask God for that, but I don't think he will say anything&lt;br /&gt;Friend: lol...What? You don't think God will say anything about the situation?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I my opinion we are not suppose to know.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: not suppose to know....Who we are to date...Be interested in....Like....What??&lt;br /&gt;Me: things like this are meant to be mysterious&lt;br /&gt;Friend: really....&lt;br /&gt;Me: that's what make it romantic&lt;br /&gt;Friend: hmm....Well....&lt;br /&gt;Me: or&lt;br /&gt;Friend: I haven't had too many guys be THAT romantic in my life...lol what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: they can also be building block of our character because we don't know&lt;br /&gt;Friend: yeah, true&lt;br /&gt;Me: we have to trust God&lt;br /&gt;Friend: is some else telling you this? lol&lt;br /&gt;Me: when we trust God... We grow&lt;br /&gt;Friend: oops.... I need to trust more&lt;br /&gt;Me: trust is waiting. Trust is not knowing&lt;br /&gt;Friend: uhh...Waiting is SO hard sometimes!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: trust is trust&lt;br /&gt;Friend: lol, I know....its just lesson that's hard for me to learn sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Me: trust shows love. God wants love.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: especially in the whole guy area hmm....Wise words from the Puerto Rican! lol&lt;br /&gt;Me: trust breaks away our pride&lt;br /&gt;Friend: I'm sure I didn't spell that right&lt;br /&gt;Me: pride is the only thing that stop us from trusting&lt;br /&gt;Friend: dude...Have you been studying this lately or something!? lol hmm....&lt;br /&gt;Me: some what I've been learning about it for the past 10 years. I still don't get it&lt;br /&gt;Friend: lol&lt;br /&gt;Me: You'll be ok... God's making sure of that, let life happened and enjoy it... The good and the bad...&lt;br /&gt;Friend: I guess...When it comes down to it...I just really wanna know what this guy is thinking...&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know&lt;br /&gt;Friend: yeah...That's hard sometimes... I know you know, lol I just don't want to get hurt again...So....When I start to think he's a little interested...I don't act interested....Crazy huh I get scared&lt;br /&gt;Me: Same here, I don't want to hurt again, but if I'm to grow, I have to risk and trust&lt;br /&gt;Friend: yeah, I know you don't lol...We have similar issues, lol true who you looking to pursue, go for it! haha :)&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm still trying to risk, but I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;Friend: yeah....I wanna guy to risk for me, lol yep, can totally understand you should practice, lol ask out???? lol&lt;br /&gt;Me: the funny thing is that fear does not come from God&lt;br /&gt;Friend: I'm totally just messing' I know so if we fear something...Does it mean that that thing is not of God....? humor does it mean that our fear has blinded us?&lt;br /&gt;Me: that's how I know that God is working something up... You know to help me break away from fear to trust him, to be humble and have no fear&lt;br /&gt;Friend: what do you mean? What do you think he is wkg up?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm not quite sure. I'm just writing stuff as it comes to my mind&lt;br /&gt;Friend: haha....Awesome, me too&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm going to save this conversation...&lt;br /&gt;Friend: I think you'll meet your woman soon lol nice...Oh yea! Ha...I'm getting saved! ha&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'll post it in my blog... lol&lt;br /&gt;Friend: haha....umm....ok...that'd be FUNNY lol just take away our names...And I’d be cool with that you should do it...See what ppl say haha&lt;br /&gt;Me: I was planning to remove the names anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: but seriously take the names away, lol&lt;br /&gt;Me: I will, Thanks for sharing&lt;br /&gt;Friend: so....I think you need to take a leap of faith...No prob ask someone out...&lt;br /&gt;Me: I will someday&lt;br /&gt;Friend: lol ok I'll stop :) Thanks for the words of wisdom! :)&lt;br /&gt;Friend: ok, good :0) ok...Sorry...What were you typing...Guess you already sent it, lol&lt;br /&gt;Me: I was trying to make a closing statement, but I can't come up with one... I just hope that what ever I have said... Has helped you some what. And that you'll be able to grow someday&lt;br /&gt;Friend: yes...It has...&lt;br /&gt;Me: as we all need to&lt;br /&gt;Friend: I know that I'm growing NOW...As we all are....its just hard sometimes...Thanks, you’re a good bro ;) hehe&lt;br /&gt;Me: because you are not alone you know... All Christian including your close friend are going through similar situation&lt;br /&gt;Friend: everyone tells me we act like siblings haha....You? :)&lt;br /&gt;Me: not just me, I know of others and I bet you do to&lt;br /&gt;Friend: really....I know of some girls...Yes...I do...&lt;br /&gt;Me: well I got to go&lt;br /&gt;Friend: it sucks...Trust issues I mean....They ruin so much&lt;br /&gt;Me: later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456153-114844669070941811?l=thoughtsandramen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AYY95qUN3J8nQpguq0gDdYg2NZM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AYY95qUN3J8nQpguq0gDdYg2NZM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SitHaveSomeRamen/~4/J0bTLxcynBs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thoughtsandramen.blogspot.com/feeds/114625684470051074/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19456153&amp;postID=114625684470051074&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456153/posts/default/114625684470051074?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19456153/posts/default/114625684470051074?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SitHaveSomeRamen/~3/J0bTLxcynBs/blah.html" title="Blah" /><author><name>rocketman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259258802959864918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1922/1600/MugShot_edited-1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thoughtsandramen.blogspot.com/2006/04/blah.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MGQXk-fip7ImA9WBJWFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19456153.post-114565142074787127</id><published>2006-04-21T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T13:30:20.756-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-04-21T13:30:20.756-07:00</app:edited><title>"Pills"</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1922/640/IMAGE_00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1922/320/IMAGE_00004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1922/640/IMAGE_00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this at my desk today,  not sure who left them there, but if I ever need a pick me up, I'll pop in some pills.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19456153-114565142074787127?l=thoughtsandramen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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