So this is supposed to have been a story about a girl in starbucks-NOT me-and then it ended up being a journal of some sort.

Poetry.

On waiting for your name to be called for lunch.

Think a hospital is a place of rest? Think again.

In conjunction to the Valentine Day, I wish to express my sincere thanks to all my lovers that have been there to support, encourage and comfort me. Without your love, I won’t be achieved success at Triond.

Alzheimer’s patients and my perception on how they view the world around them.