Love Love Love

The night was beautiful. I was lying in my bed which I pushed up against all three windows of my room. I was watching the moonlight, looking at the streetlights. I don't fight impulses. Enough of the serene, I needed the perfect new music.

I was getting into the Taiwanese pop scene then. I gave Adrian a call. He is one of the most brilliant people I have ever met. He's a Texan with pride, currently blazing through China with his flawless analysis of the official dialect, the culture, and the people. That, by the way, is to imply my relative neglegence for my sino-roots. Getting back to the point, though, Adrian was the guy to. 'I need something right for my emotional state - in love with life, uncontrollable excitement.' Good man, even his instructions were down to the last miniscule detail. I would have just said, 'Jolin, Love Love Love, Youtube.'

Maybe you've already figured out. No, this memory is not about Nu Virgo's Stop! Stop! Stop!, but, ahem, the better knock off Love Love Love. Until I can find all the international music I'm into on Jamsbio, I'm happy I at least have this song decoy otherwise I couldn't write my memory of pure happiness and freedom.

Spring is a beautiful season if at the right coordinates. Normally I don't boast, but I can't explain this without rubbing it in, i.e. your face! If you were at the place I was at last Spring you'd be blissed out of your mind too. True, you probably won't get there without busting you ass, your health, and your sanity. I was a graduating senior. I didn't care what needed to be done (a lot); my schedule and life was my call. When you get to bending spoons with your brain, and there's nothing you feel like you can't control - don't ever let that go if you can.

Late nights, peppermint raspberry lattes in the morning, the free NY Times, the Camel Lights and such, and basking under the sun. I gave bonus points if my girl turned up. Forget time even existed then, because for all purposes, time didn't exist. There was only dominating that city, every step and move, every square inch of the porch, that couch on it, the total balance on the rails, and letting everything go to the music.

Here's my easy version if you don't understand what I felt. There doesn't have to be an "I" or "You." Usually I triple the "Love."