#gu:activity

activity check #o1 - emotional culturing class

[ 🌟 ] -- 07/19/15 >> activity check 

there was no other passion that ria had besides filming, but sometimes it came with prices. she had to come up with an idea for her new project so especially when she had be aware 24/7 of any ideas that may come from real life, life was always a rolling film. when she was sitting on the beach and she saw the perfect scene, she just had to start her gopro. you can’t blame a girl for being desperate in desperate times.

when the couple started fighting, she probably shouldn’t have started filming. but considering the situation and that they both were just arguing over french fries, it wasn’t a very bad situation to film but a funny one. but i guess that’s why they tell you that you should always have permission to film someone. and when they spotted her, “is that a camera?” that’s also the reason why ria is running on the beach with her flip flops barely hanging off her foot. damn, it’s so hard to get some inspiration around here.

6 /19 /15

 █ ▌”Of course I can’t put frills on it, mother.” He groaned into the palm of his hand, eyelids creased and puffy from lack of sleep and hair pulled into a crude pony at the crown of his head. From the corner of his table sat his laptop, shadowing the half-leather, half-stretchy jacket he’d been staring at for more than an hour.

    The picture of his mother’s mouth moved, accompanied with a few words of encouragement, then a raised alarm when he accidentally reached for the bottle of soju he’d purposely hid off-screen.

    You’re not drinking, are you? How many have you had? Don’t become a nuisance to your dorm mates. You know how rude you are when you get drunk.

    The words of a worried mother drove him to take a big sip and set the bottle down with a crashing roll of breath to release the taste of alcohol now floating around in his mouth.

    “Last sip, ma. I promise. But back to th--” Yong’s eyes sharpened. The first time he’d torn away from his project was to get a good look at the beautiful face now nestled beside his mother’s, almost buried in tendrils of long brown hair.

    “Jia? Is that Jia? Ma, scoot over!”

    His mother’s smile seemed to break through momentarily before she swallowed it down again. She was good at acting stern, but his little sister was entirely the opposite. The girl was all teeth and laughter when she saw his gruff state.

    “Jia, tell me what I should do with this jacket. Ma-” He lifted a finger in warning and narrowed his eyes. “Don’t say anything.”

    Yong turned the laptop to take in the scope of his latest endeavor, lingering for twenty seconds, then facing the camera toward himself. She rolled her lips in thought. Then that wrinkle of hesitance creased her forehead. Yong knew that look too well.

    “It’s okay, you can tell me. It’s due tomorrow. I need ideas.” That seemed to convince her.

    I think it might look better with ruffles...and lace?

    His mother cracked with laughter. Yong’s head found the table as he admitted his defeat.

Sheets of inked patterned papers float in liberty from the middle-aged professor's grip who also stand as the blond film enthusiast's mentor for the script writing class. Reflecting the summary of her pseudo script, the educator knitted a less appetizing frown on his forehead, adding creases to his already prominent age painted on his complexion. He gaze at the younger as if she has offended every inch of his fiber, lips twisting and nipped - in suppression. More than ten seconds is not needed for the student to realize that he does not like it. Rather, he despised her effort to showcase the dirty of her mind. He shrugged the potential death she scribbled for the first time on paper. Perhaps he did not expect it from her. Such lovely, pastel coloured lass with a bright future waiting ahead of her. Her pink lips that often curved a wide smile for everyone to see - who would have guessed that inside those sweet cavern stored all sorts of taboo? This is definitely far from his expectations. Wednesday began to believe that the older will withdraw his support at her - sooner than she predicted.

She did not apologize. Even though it is obvious that it's one thing he expect from her. Why would she when she did nothing wrong? He asked him to write a script and she did. He detailed the techniques to be presented, the stress and tune she needed to portray and she did. Just - it turned out to be horrifying and too good to be true. The reality she have been eating for the past 2 decades of her life. Que horror.

activity check> 19/07/15

Jooyeon was in her apartment, wide awake at 3am. She was sitting on her bed with a laptop on her lap and no inspiration. The girl had been staring at the bright screen for over half an hour and it was starting to become frustrating. Maybe it wasn't a smart idea trying to work on a song in the middle of the night but Jooyeon couldn't sleep and she had to come up with something for the showcase.

"Fuck". She mumbled, tapping impatiently her fingers on the keyboard. She started to scroll through her playlist and pressed on a random song in search of an idea.

“You found me dressed in black Hiding way up at the back Life had broken my heart into pieces You took my hand in yours You started breaking down my walls And you covered my heart in kisses I thought life passed me by Missed my tears, ignored my cries Life had broken my heart, my spirit And then you crossed my path You quelled my fears, you made me laugh Then you covered my heart in kisses” 

150719 ; film directing and production ; activity check

Big dreams, it was a thing everyone has. Maegan thought it would be a nice topic to use in a documentary film. The brunette had always wanted to do a documentary about something, filming people and interviewing them about a certain topic. And as soon as she got the brief about this project they had in one of her classes, she couldn’t help but to feel enthusiastic about it. It didn’t even took her a day to start her documentary video -- she wanted to give it a try and see if it would turn out well and so she wanted to start as soon as possible since she might do it again if the video does not turn out well, and so she would have more time to re-do everything if it happens.

It was already lunch time, and she thought it would be nice to actually start interviewing people since most people didn’t have classes at this time. She haven’t really thought about how the introduction would go, so she wanted to start filming people first before she films the other parts of the documentary. She had a video camera on her hand as she roamed around the campus, eyes looking for possible interviewee. 

activity check | 07/19/15

her pen flew her notebook pages quickly, a line here and a line there forming quick sketches. no matter how good of a student she normally was and how much she enjoyed art, having summer classes just wasn’t her cup of tea. she was used to summer being so free, traveling to places where it would be the opposite weather, having a break from stress, and definitely not attending summer classes. but it was just the life she chose or they, she should say. instead of returning to australia for the summer, the twins decided to stay and take summer classes.

“and that is all i will teach about impressionism today,” hearing the slap of notebook covers and zippers gliding made ella put her pen down  and look down at her own notebook. she inwardly groaned after a glance of her own notes -- it started off good, but then ended with a bunch of sketches. and it wasn’t like ella wasn’t trying to concentrate, it was just that the professor had talked so quickly and her korean skills were still a bit below par that eventually she couldn’t understand and gave up. 

‘wait, wait. and before you guys leave. what’s summer school without homework?” complaints and sighs erupted through the classroom. “based on the lecture, i want you guys to paint your own impressionism painting. it’ll be due in a week.”

It was that time of the month where Juliette had to showcase to her teach what she had been working on. Sighing the girl looked at her master piece, which happened to be a patterned dress. It was a mint green with small white pok-a-dots. The was to make a pattern, however the young designer had no clue if this counted as one or not. Inspiration guided her to make such a thing. She went with thick straps to ease the tension of the dress; she wanted it as comfortable as possible. It was quite the number she had created. It had a sweetheart top with a flowing skirt. Her fashion sense often changed, but it was mostly minimalist. Soft colors where what she often wore. Simple. She went for simple as it was perfect for summer. Chewing on her lip she looked at her work, putting a few finishing stitches on her creation. 

The teacher came closer and closer as she pulled her needle out and hug her press on the manikin that resided next to her desk  It was not her best work, or Juliette did not think so after her number on a prom dress a few years back It was gorgeous and she fell in love. She had almost kept it for herself but since the people were paying her for the piece she had no choice but to give to them. Sighing the girl ran a hand through her blonde locks taking a step back to look at her work. Maybe with a few smaller alterations she would feel more comfortable with it. maybe raising the bust line, and making the skirt shape slightly different. This was only a draft - it would take a bit longer to finish - her teacher knew that. It was just a check in.