Today I went out and had a great time with Keavin--we hung around Ayala and spent the day catching up and talking about what's been going on in our lives: he's working for Rainmaker at Alphaland now and he really seems to be enjoying the experience. I told him about the different offers that I've gotten lately and how I'm really enjoying blogging and being productive. Such a nice day.
This is about to get a little cheesy, so pardon me--Keavin is my family. This afternoon we were walking around aimlessly and we realized that we're both people who don't really have anywhere to go. Keav's home life isn't the best situation in the world. And my family--well, let's say (in ASOIAF terminology) we're very Lannister; they (yes, I have chosen to exclude myself) love you based on three things: achievement, utility (to them) and obedience (to them). My parents are very catholic and have succeeded in acting in the image and likeness of god, I think: worship me, or suffer. Not that they aren't nice people--they really are; they just aren't very nice parents. And that's alright. I don't blame them for that anymore, but also I have accepted that I will have to make my own home and find love and recognition elsewhere.
