To alot of people, being alive is just about going to work, going to school, going shopping, going for movies, doing household chores. Many of us will dread at even the thought of them.

However, someone in some part of the world is trying their best to stay alive. To stay alive is all they ask for.

Dreams, responsibilities which is more important? Money or life? With all the money, without health, is this the life you wished for? Working hard at work became a responsibility or still your dream?

If I am sick, can I still face the world with the same smile? I really dont know. But I know there is someone who had faced the world with smile, no matter what had happened to her.

It is a story of a diary of a girl who suffered from schizophrenia at the age of 15 years old. She was a very good basketball player, great at schoolwork, understanding sister and lovely daughter. However, god slowly took away her ability to run, walk, speak and write. She was forced to give up her favourite basketball, her right to fall in love, her friendship with her classmates. Nevertheless, she never failed to write her diary. It was her hope to stay alive. Her diary "A litre of tears" was published in Japan, sold 180 000 copies. Thoughout her short life of 25 years, she brought sunshine, hope and encouragement to the people around her.

I cried from the 1st espiode to the last. I think should have at least a litre of tears .