I was just wondering why I never have enough time to do all that I want to do on my computer even though I have retired.

Zombie Plan to survive.

Tt is rather addicting!

A poem.

This probably won’t turn into a novel crafted by me. It is however a still interesting concept.

Sometimes I sit in front of the computer for too long and the blinking of the cursor starts to get to me. But many times I’ll continue sitting in front of it writing and visiting online friends.

Short Poem

This poem is dedicated to one of my coworkers at work.

Please Note: This poem is quite bad because I wrote it when I just woke up. This is NOT a well written poem, but it’s something.

Just a scene I made on a 3D modeling program.

Sometimes I sit in front of my computer trying to write. There’s times I can’t write or what I do write seems weird and out of place.

My short poem about my dream to succeed with triond.