catch me if you can
Back to the writing exercises. I have been busy reading Death Note (a manga series) these past days and it has gotten me so hooked that I haven't had another invisible entry on this blog. I would like to share the story too but I think there has been enough death entries now. Thoughwhat was interesting with the manga ws that there were less action scenes and magic ninjutsu or whatever and more intellectual instances, a sort of battle between smart detectives and killers. Where was I, oh yeah, I was so hooked to this particular chapter that I forgot to take notice of my sorrundings and watch out for roving supervisors. Before I knew it, there was already an "ahem" from my back. Demmet. Another warning from my gorillaish sup. :)
So back to sharing and writing on this notepad. I am just randomly typing anything again that comes to mind, so that I may look very busy with something, while I wait for the sup to go somewhere else. I feel like a prey watching out for predators who are waiting for that chance to catch me off my guard and paralyze me with their bite. I can imagine the feeling of those little dinosaurs on Geographic Channel who while drinking on swamps raise their head once in a while to listen and scan their sorroundings for possible danger. Well all defenseless animals have that kind of sense to danger, say a deer or a prarie dog. There he goes, he has left. And I'll get back to reading.
THe cat is out, the Mouse plays once again.
So back to sharing and writing on this notepad. I am just randomly typing anything again that comes to mind, so that I may look very busy with something, while I wait for the sup to go somewhere else. I feel like a prey watching out for predators who are waiting for that chance to catch me off my guard and paralyze me with their bite. I can imagine the feeling of those little dinosaurs on Geographic Channel who while drinking on swamps raise their head once in a while to listen and scan their sorroundings for possible danger. Well all defenseless animals have that kind of sense to danger, say a deer or a prarie dog. There he goes, he has left. And I'll get back to reading.
THe cat is out, the Mouse plays once again.
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