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damn damn that grayce. his stories always makes me cry. the link is there *points upwards went job hunting with char today. checked loads places, aint gonna repeat what happened. hope kino gives me the job seriously. told my mum& dad since kino's job is at 6 (if i really get it), i can still have my designing post at my dad's office.. and then go japan with him. :D Yes now, i have to sleep to prepare my interview with breeks tmr (havent search hereen yet, but i dont want the job @ breeks.. ) as if i am sleeping now. asked tisa to buy happy together for me if only i go msia.. then can get paris hilton because HK sold out and will arrive when i leave HK damn. short exerpt from gracye's stories " I can still hear that music echoing around the walls along with the laughter, the applause and the tears. I feel a little as though I were attending the wake of a best friend. The body looks like the loved one, but yet it really isn't them, just an empty shell, a completely useless vessel. That's how this building now feels to me and it almost brings me to tears. Steph lost the school in a nasty divorce war almost a year to the day. I had already been accepted at the Pacific school by then and by the time I made it into the company a year later the school was sold to developers to make way for luxury condos. The local historical society however had preservation ideas and the legal battle to save the building from the wrecking ball kept the building sitting empty and deteriorating for almost seven years. Clark joined me at Pacific and had a promising career until he decided he wanted to have a family and found some girl to get pregnant. Last time I spoke to him he was managing a Starbucks. I never lost my irreverent sense of humor of course but I came to realize that it wasn't all I had to offer. The shield I used to hide behind to face a world that was hostile to anyone different turned out to be completely unnecessary. (Ironically, my straight friend Michael would also teach me not to sell myself so short. But that's another story…) I suddenly feel a warm hand on my shoulder. "You ready babe?" I don't really know if I'm ready. I feel as though I want to take something from the building with me, to remember it by. But then I realize, I already have. I sigh heavily and my man wraps his arms around me. I get an idea... "One last lift?" I say as I turn around grinning like a fool. "O.K., but if I drop you into a pile of rubble you’ll have to cancel your performance of Dream tonight." "You wouldn't let that happen would you?" "No G.C., I'll never drop you." Troyos places his hands around my waist. I prepare, then suddenly I'm over his head, soaring around looking at the ceiling and the gray clouds outside the windows. He spins me around and around and around in a final performance. Somewhere up in the rafters there is a bit of applause still bouncing around. We finish and acknowledge it with a bow. Before we walk out the door of the studio for the last time, we offer our own round of applause as a thank you. Some time from now some luxury condo dweller will hear it floating around up there and wonder if he left the television on. The End " 1:19 am powered by blogger |
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