Tuesday, 25 October 2011

On 봄여름가을겨울: after watching spring

As I watched the film, I compared the boy to myself. Since I grew out of childhood and met peers who had been taught with different methods than me and people who think the background I came from affected me in negative ways, I continuously pondered on the issue of whether I was educated the right way, on what parts of my mother’s attitude toward me I should adopt and should not adopt. Because I was born to an over protective mother, I was not allowed many chances to make mistakes. In my memories, places where otherwise would have been filled with mistakes I made and the things I learned from it are filled with the millions and billions of warning advice she gave me on each and every danger she feared would come to me. But, the master in the film did not act as my mother lived. At times when my mother would have freaked out and scolded me for my misbehaviors or actions that might harm me, master simply observed and took actions later. At times when I was sure mother would have said “Oh! That’s too dangerous”, he didn’t say a word. Still, I could understand both my mother and the master, not only with my mind but also with my heart. I understand and is grateful for my mother’s love and care for me. I believe that children need more attention than people at other stages of life and that motherly love plays an important role in it (I do not intend to undermine the role of fatherly love). Yet, I also identify with the master’s concern for the boy’s learning and a need for children to make mistakes even if risks follow.

I am still not sure which kind of approach to raising a child is better but I am certain that if I am to reach an answer that satisfies me, I need to learn and understand both approaches to fostering children. Though there weren’t much graphic or sound in the film, it lead me to q query I did not yet answer and helped me figure out what it is like to foster children in the way the master did. As Mr. Garrioch said, I think director Kim Ki Deuk is a good director. I am grateful for his efforts to deliver such topics of thought to the audience.

Monday, 24 October 2011

Meta fiction


[Clouds and Me]

Doing a somersault, the sparrow wheeled around from the tree and flew up to the cloud. For a moment it seemed like the sparrow ate the cloud. Then, I remembered it.
Clouds…
Clouds are.. what makes the sky worth watching.
Clouds, they are what makes my life more bearable.
A single patch of white in the blue, that made me breathe again on that dreadful day.

SJK It has been seven years from the day she died. And it seems like she took her soul to this pearl blue sky without leaving a single piece of memory. This is why I hate her. She took my last hope with her. To hope. To die.SJH I went to the pharmacy and bought a dozen of sleeping pills. I came back home and that was when I found a letter on the ground. “If you want to die, come to the 1st floor”. I went there and found a guy in black suit. “Follow me” he said. I got into a car and this guy started to drive while he also began a conversation with his girlfriend. As I was listening, I started to remember good memories I had with her. It… it was like a spell, it happened ever so gradually, but... it happened. Then, suddenly this guy started to drive crazy and he was driving to the sea. I wanted to live! I opened the door and tried to jump, but this guy caught me and said “I thought you wanted to die!” Then, I was falling down to the sea. The currents wrapped around me as a wet cloth does. Then I started to lose consciousness and that when I opened my eyes to the red sky. I looked around, “What, what is happening… I was drowning in the black sea! But… why am I looking up at a red sky, without even one spot of white cloud?”. Then, a guy in the black doctors suit I saw just now came to me, saying “So, you woke up, your girlfriend died due to lung cancer, I am her father and I promised her to make you live.”.HJL I opened my eyes; everything was white. It just made me feel like a blinded person. I walked a few steps, but nothing around me changed. Then, far away from that side, I saw somebody walking over to this side; the figure grew larger and larger. I stopped my breath as

I saw the face.

It was my girlfriend. I called her; “Lena!” but she just passed me, not offering a moment of glance to the petrified statue that was me. Not a single glance-.HUK I managed to move my feet, I ran. I ran so that I could catch up with her, tell her how much my heart ached for her, how my eyelids cracked like the earth suffering a drought, a drought after the monsoon of tears I shed. But, she was too far. I ran and ran, howling, yet she didn’t flinch the slightest bit. She was just so far away…. “Open your eyes” a sudden call from nowhere! “What do you mean Lena? My eyes, don’t you see? It’s wide open for you! To see my hands cup your lovely face to see your chin flush at my touch!”.
“No, don’t look at what’s left of me only in your memories, not something artificial- look at me, the true me, who you loved and love even now.”


That was when I realized the fuzz in my head. Oh! It ached like nothing. I felt like exploding to bits. I wanted to follow Lena into the after world!. But, I was wrong. It did ache like nothing, nothing except for the ache my heart endured!

And I opened my eyes to witness the radiant sight. Two clouds intertwined to form a face, a face shining with rosy cheeks in the sunset sky. She was there! Not anywhere but here, right in front of me. So close yet so distant. Then, after what seemed like a lifetime, the clouds shattered away. Just like a mirror being shattered at its fall. But this was far slower than a mirror. The wind took parts of the two clouds in different directions, making her face smile for the first time that day; and I knew she was with me, as long as I didn’t forget the clouds, as long as I didn’t leave the clouds where she remained watching me.

Friday, 21 October 2011

Mini Reading Journal: comaprison between the Movie and Novella(Rita Hayworth and the SHawshank Redemption)

Although I saw the movie before I read the original novel, watching the movie didn’t make the novel boring and reading the novel didn’t make me regret watching the movie. Both works had distinct values of their own. The novel concentrates on lengthy and detailed description of the characters and their personalities. It was impressive in the sense that it was long enough to make me feel the difference of class between Shawshank and other novels of it’s like. Meanwhile, the movie was also one of its kind. It was fair on all categories of casting, surrounding, and directing. It helped me enjoy the story more comfortably while at the same time not deviating too much from the novel.

Mini Reading Journal: Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption

Rita Hayworth. I found it peculiar that the name of a pin-up girl would be used as the title of a movie about prison. When I visited a poster museum in Paju, I got to know about Hayworth as one of the most successful pin-up girl during war time. But, Shawshank Redemption was about prison, not battlefronts. Then, I got to know that prison life was not so different from war-life and that prisoners needed the pin-ups as much as the soldiers for similar reasons.
Then, there was this moment when I arrived at the page where Andy started his business with money washing. That was one of the few moments when I felt that this novel wasn’t going to be a stalemate. I was really thrilled by the concept and it took me less than an hour to finish the book after it. Still, there was another chapter when it came to suspense. It was the part where Andy just escaped and the warden freaked out. Because I instinctively felt the reason of existence for the posters by now, I was really scared for Andy. But, all went well and the suspense only intensified the joy when Red received news about Andy and started his journey to Mexico.

Saturday, 8 October 2011

Chain Writing-the raw version

Clouds are.. what makes the sky worth watching.
Clouds, they are what makes my life more bearable.
A single patch of white in the blue, that made me breathe again on that dreadful day.
It has been seven years from the day she died. And it seems like she took her soul to this pearl blue sky without leaving a single piece of memory. This is why I hate her. She took my last hope with her. To hope. To die. I went to the pharmacy and bought a dozen of sleeping pills. I came back home and that was when I found a letter on the ground. “If you want to die, come to the 1st floor”. I went there and found a guy in black suit. “Follow me” he said. I got into a car and this guy started to drive while he also began a conversation with his girlfriend. As I was listening, I started to remember good memories I had with her. It… it was like a spell, it happened ever so gradually, but... it happened. Then, suddenly this guy started to drive crazy and he was driving to the sea. I wanted to live! I opened the door and tried to jump, but this guy caught me and said “I thought you wanted to die!” Then, I was falling down to the sea. The currents wrapped around me as a wet cloth does. Then I started to lose consciousness and that when I opened my eyes to the red sky. I looked around, “What, what is happening… I was drowning in the black sea! But… why am I looking up at a red sky, without even one spot of white cloud?” . Then, a guy in the black doctors suit I saw just now came to me, saying “So, you woke up, your girlfriend died due to lung cancer, I am her father and I promised her to make you live.”. I opened my eyes; everything was white. It just made me feel like a blinded person. I walked a few steps, but nothing around me changed. Then, far away from that side, I saw somebody walking over to this side; the figure grew larger and larger. I stopped my breath as I saw the face. It was my girlfriend. I called her; “Lena!” but she just passed me, not offering a moment of glance to the petrified statue that was me. Not a single glance-.


Possible Ending: night sky at the beach with a cloud faintly glowing with the lover's soul

Tuesday, 4 October 2011

hero's journey of

Group Members: SungJae Hwang& HaeUk Ko
Our Story: Transformers #1(The movie)
Why We Chose it: Because we thaught it could provide a clear hero's journey

ACT I

1. Ordinary World: He is a whiny boy.

2. Call to Adventure: He meets Bumblebee in car shop.

3. Refusal of the Call: When Sam sees Bumblebee sending signal to the other autobots, he refuses realizing it.

4. Meeting the Mentor: Optimus comes and explains the situation to Sam.

5. Crossing the Threshold: When Sam goes to his house to look for his glasses.


ACT II

6. Tests, Allies, Enemies: Bumblebee gets caught by Sector 7, Autobots and Humans get allied, Decepticons come.

7. Approach to the Innermost Cave: Sam arrives to Sector 7 with other characters.

8. Ordeal: Megatron gets free from the ice and fight begins.

9. Reward: Saves Bumblebee and Cube safely.


ACT III

10. The Road Back: Have street combats to move cube to the safe place.

11. Resurrection: Sam puts cube into Megatron's heart and destroys both of them.

12. Return With the Elixir: Goes back to normal life with his girlfriend.