I was alone at home today. After a gruelling travel down south and back. Went back to PJ to finish my report. How I wish I could stay back in Klang tonight. Then I saw the stack of movies that I brought back from Seremban. Something caught my eye.. and this was the movie. It was a story bout a violin prodigy Liu Xiao Chun and his father, Liu Cheng, who hails from a poor village to Beijing with one purpose, to get a good teacher for the son. The protagonist however, was unappreciative of his father's effort. The movie expressed the love of a father for his son, even though they are not biologically related; and how the son discover his true feelings of love and gratitude to his father, whom has sacrifice everything for the sake of getting him to stardom. The movie ended with Xiao Chun, running away from a prestigious competition to seek for his father who plans to return to their old village. It was a no brainer that I was crying through out the second disc of the movie. I suddenly ...
Stories of a middle-child and the only girl among her siblings who no longer needs the attention. All I want is to know Him more.