Wake Up Sleepy Duck

Quack, Quack, Quack, Get your life on track!

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JACQUELINE ANDRADE - Beau

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Permalink After an afternoon of eating noodles and listening to M. Ward ‘Chinese Translation’ on repeat, we decided to climb Wutong Mountain. Finally, after hours of mental preparation, we locked the door to his little apartment under the mountain, stretched our arms and looked up. My head was dizzy from lack of sleep. Syd pulled out a cigarette and we walked to the first steps.  I’d say it was about 20 steps up when we both started to regret our adventure that day.  A combination of exhausted laughter and insults kept us going. We were on an emotional journey from joy and glee skipping up, to anger and frustration realizing how far we hadn’t climbed. Two girls giggled and turned back snapping our picture every ten minutes or so. Usually, I would pose and smile for such an occasion, but my sweaty and discouraged face was not having it. Syd would shoot them the look (like “seriously?”). He was always good for that. Finally, we found a little stoop beside a stinky garbage bin. We looked at each other, looked back at the stinky stoop and knew—this is where we are going to sit and enjoy the view. After sitting for 5 minutes, Syd was less irritable and we started to take pictures, joke, and imagine what the view must look like from the top of this never-ending mountain. This picture was taken on that very stoop, where our last ounce of energy was exerted and any joy was used up.  Ten more minutes up that dang mountain and we were both OUT. Syd wanted a cigarette and I wanted a tall glass of water. I felt dizzy. He pushed me up for two minutes, switch-I pushed him. We reminisced about the couch and the song that we had heard that morning. We could not stop talking about what we were going to have for dinner. These thoughts took over. We hadn’t quite gave up yet. Through the trees we could see the entire city. It was magical. Imagine what the top would be like. We climbed. Syd tapped a descending man on the shoulder and asked how far we had made it. Both of our faces lit up to hear his answer.  We had only made it ONE FOURTH of the way. Without words, we turned to each other, smiled and looked at the view one last time. That was the day we climbed Wutong Mountain.  Hot pot for dinner. Happy Ending.
Permalink Time to say goodbye.
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Permalink Conversations over QQ with a very special friend.
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Sigur Ros music video submission

Enjoy.

Jax

Permalink Bed head. When you have a day off after a long week of hard work and you roll around in bed all day…watching Battlestar Galactica…nerdy bed head days are the best.
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You’re always haunted by the idea you’re wasting your life.