Maybe I just miss my brother.

I saw Jet Li's Hero on the rental shelf the other day and decided to rent it. Last night, I watched it. It's a beautiful movie. Watching that movie, reminded me of my younger days, when we'd go to my aunt's movie house and watch chinese movies, subtitle and all. Although, in the old chinese movies, they would call out the names of their move when they do it, like, "crouching tiger" or something like that.

Towards the end of the movie, when Snow killed Sword, I could almost hear my brother say, "Praning!"