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Name: Cyra
Nickname: Cy, CYbRAd, yang (call me that...u die=P), cura :(
Birthdate: 15.01.1985
Location: Phils.

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    Sunday, May 09, 2010
    On Love
    MUSIC: the sound of a heart when it breaks :(
    THOUGHT: on love, unrequited.
    I know nothing of what you call love, for my roots dried out in this barren place, my tears...the salt and pain sustains it and my withered tree stands alone yet proud that I have loved you despite the eternal drought. And as I wait for your rain, I die here slowly, painfully...so tell me, if that ain't love then f*ck I think I'll never know what it is.
    Monday, August 25, 2008
    jaded
    MUSIC: crazy, jaded by aerosmith
    Jaded.
    Think this whole internship/hospital/medicine life has made me.
    Friday, April 25, 2008
    rai na gud iba
    MUSIC: ngadi ha kasingkasing ko kay nag-uusa ka gud la...
    THOUGHT: hai. kay ano? hell. =)
    Monday, November 05, 2007
    Chief Complaint
    Gen. Data: ***
    CC: Doc, I have this big crush on you.
    HPI: It's been 7 months and it's real bad...I guess. I self-medicated but nothing provided relief.
    PMH: ***
    FH: ***
    PSH: ***
    ROS: (+) cold
    PE: (+) nasoaural discharge
    ####
    I need a Vicks VapoRub!!!
    Thursday, August 02, 2007
    Deep Brain Stimulation...
    Someday I'm going to be a brain surgeon...
    On the second thought...I just escaped from my Neurology class.
    And so...that ends the synaptic transmission.=P
    Monday, April 09, 2007
    stuck on reverse
    It's five pm...and my mind has been idle since the last time I really talked to you. I keep doing things just to get by but then it all fails me. There's nothing left to do. I sit here lit another stick, try to focus on things I really should be worrying about but then it only serves me well for a few seconds or so. And then I feel so broken once again. Maybe I should really try those things written there instead of staring at it blankly.
    ####
    I wish every neuron filled with you just self-destruct...
    or maybe I could just sell my heart for 5 cents or less.