testify to love

Sometimes you click with people straight away. (Sometimes it's the complete opposite.) Today was pretty cool. Lew asked me out. I was thinking to myself, "We've met once at the gym, had a short conversation, I don't really know her.....we do have a common interest.." and I said OK, sure, why not.

It's about time I met new people anyway. Everyone knows I have no friends. Not many anyway. All my friends are either sailors, sailing-related people, my mum's primary school tuition kids, or classmates, or babies. Raise your hand if you do not fall into any of those categories.

Look. I hang out with primary school kids and toddlers, and bring them swimming or to the beach. That's my idea of hanging out. TODAY, however, I went out with Lew and chilled out. How's that for a change.

Just talked and laughed and talked and laughed. It was a good distraction. I need it.

I was exaggerating when I said I have no friends. I take that back. I have wonderful friends. You, you and you. More than I can ask for.

I should do some planning for this month. Squeeze in more training time, even after school resumes. I need it if I want to go.



I used to prefer the acoustic version of Penny and Me more than the original. But now, I like the original version better. It has more energy. It's how it should be really. It might be because ever since I took up drums, the first thing I notice about a song is it's drum beats. Or maybe it's how I interpret the song differently from before.

I think drums give a song it's... how should I put it. Its core. Its soul. Most people don't think much of drums. The drummer is always in the background. Drums is just.. background music. But no. It's not.

Even in acoustic music, the drum beats of a song are just replaced by a stronger strum or tap of a guitar, a hit on the tambourine. It's the same thing. What would the world be like if there were no drums? I can't imagine.


Cigars in the summertime under the sky by the light,
I can feel her read my mind,
I can see it in her eyes,
Under the moon as it plays,
Like music every line,
There's a rug with bleeding dye under the fan in the room,
Where the passion's burning high,
By the chair with the leopard skin under the light,
It's always Penny and me tonight.
-Penny and Me, Hanson