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HAPPY BIRTHDAY

AND its your birthday again. Did time fly, or did it.. 5 yrs since we cut the cake, that chocolate one.. somethings are meant to be saved in the hearts and memories, i can't do anything, won't complain to God because life & death are in his control, and everything is for a REASON. Time will pass just as it did, though each day leaves its mark on me. Each day that I yearn to spend with you. BUT.. I am grateful to my God for allowing me to spend the best days of my life with you, I miss you, and will always do.. Be happy where you are..

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Anonymous said…
I truly believe that we have reached the point where technology has become one with our world, and I am 99% certain that we have passed the point of no return in our relationship with technology.


I don't mean this in a bad way, of course! Ethical concerns aside... I just hope that as the price of memory decreases, the possibility of transferring our memories onto a digital medium becomes a true reality. It's a fantasy that I dream about all the time.


(Posted on Nintendo DS running [url=http://cryst4lxbands.blog.com/2010/01/31/will-the-r4-or-r4i-work/]R4i Card[/url] DS HomeBrow)
i hate technology!!!!

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