Break

I never thought I'd actually need a break after half a year of working my ass of from charity to retail. Weekends were always the same-you get that day off where half the time you're just sleeping in your bed, and the rest of it with you dragging yourself out of bed. Sometimes at night I'd be getting a bottle of vodka, and if lucky enough, I'd have art films or funny DVDs-just so I can point out how deep and ridiculous I am trying to express my individualism.


So just recently me and Azz took me to New South wales to meet his folks. It was good. I had fun. It was a four-day weekend along with fourteen hours of driving, 15 tall-sized coffee and 5 bathroom breaks.

Along with those four days were three nights of non-stop beer binge and two Filipino meals; afritada with churizo, and adobo with mushroom.

He took me on top of this mountain half way through our weekend. It was hazy, freezing and enlightening. And as much as I want to say something inspiring, smart and deep, I'll stop mid-way through this to show you how it was on top of that rock.




On a side note, check out this hung mofo I found on grindr!