Looking back on the things I’ve done
I was trying to be someone
I played my part to get you in the dark
Now let me show you the shape of my heart

Sadness is beautiful
Loneliness is tragical
So help me, I can’t win this war

I’m here with my confession
Got nothing to hide no more
I don’t know where to start
But to show you the shape of my heart

I’m looking back on things I’ve done
I never wanna play the same old part
To keep you in the dark
Now let me show you the shape of my heart

Xing will probably scream in happiness at that. :)

Someone once said that my written words were extremely lyrical--that they weaved a quilt of bright, joyous colors. I wonder if they still do. I haven't written creatively for the longest time or even for that matter, truly created. I want a video editing system. Last year, I was extremely impressed with how the movie, The Limey was filmed and was about to film one like that. Laziness bit me instead.

It's spring break and I am spending it at home--lazing around the house, because I don't have anywhere else to go. My homework still sits in my backpack, untouched. Ay, and I hear it calling my name.

I had a dream last night (no wonder I was talking about Backstreet Boys) about Alan replacing one of the members. Can you imagine? Teenyboppers surrounding Alan? He sang and danced...and I was sitting in the front row when he gave me the white rose that he was holding when he was singing that song...as loud cheers rose from the crowd...
Uh...yeah. It's not my fault! It's Xing's fault!