Tuesday, July 29, 2014

A Father's Love

If there would be a field of study that all people, regardless of age and subject of adeptness, would generally indulged with, there would be no much greater than the all- time favorite of most of us… love and emotion.

And in the second set of presenters, different emotions of human’s metaphysical faculty had been elaborated clearly and love, as a feeling exclusive for mankind, was elucidated and given much emphasis than ever.

One of this is the ardent love of those we never appreciate.


No stone heart could have been softened, no tough man could had not been carried away, and no strong personality in the class could have halted their tears from falling on the heartfelt presentation of Paullyne about an inspirational drama.

The movie entitled Miracle on Cell #7 is all about a father, for his extreme desire to continue to live with her daughter after being convicted, brought her child behind the bars without due knowledge of its jail manager.

“Lee Yong-gu is a mentally challenged man with the intelligence of a 6-year-old, which is actually the age of his own daughter Ye-sung who is much smarter than her peers. The two of them lead a happy life while Yong-gu makes a living by working as a parking attendant at a local supermarket. But one day, when the police commissioner's young daughter dies in a strange accident, Yong-gu is the one who happens to find her. He is falsely accused and sentenced to death for abduction, sexual assault, and murder of a minor. Ye-sung is sent to a childcare institution and Yong-gu gets imprisoned and assigned to Cell No. 7, the harshest cell in a maximum security prison.”  (www.wikipedia.com)

But when the time comes when he was set free, he faced the agony of leaving her child since there is no way out for her but to work hard to prove her innocence.

The unusual story of the depth of the father’s love reminded me on how I must value every effort exerted by them just to satisfy our every needs.

The AVP made me confess that throughout all the years under my father’s custody, I had been an ungrateful son.

 We may not notice how they do all things for our good, when the time comes they are already gone, we could eventually see their worth.

Thank you for this eye-opening presentation, it made me realize that it’s not yet too late for me.

The Time of my Life

After weeks of grueling toils, sleepless nights, and restless days, I had finally presented my audio- visual presentation for our Visual Journalism class.

It had been several meeting with Professor Cabahug that was postponed before I finally have my turn to present my work before the LCD projector. After a very long time of prolonging the agony, I’d finally blow out my deep sigh of relief upon flashing my 11 – minute and 37- second documentary.

Indeed, I had been waiting for this time to occur for a very long period. And after my long wait, I successfully premiered my short visual film, the very time I supposed as the time of my life.

My knees are tottering, my heart seems like exploding as it punch against my chest, and all the joints across my body weakened to the very point I click the “play” button on the laptop. My back searched for the nearest wall to support my body from stumbling.
I just can’t move my eyes from the wide screen.

My short informative presentation tackles the glimpse of the future that awaits the industry of journalism. I deemed to clarify on the truth of the prophecy on the extinction of newspapers wherein I settled on the thought that newspapers could be dinosaurs, but then again, dinosaurs walk the earth for millions of years.

 But aside from the fact that newspapers will prevail in the next decades, I made it interesting to showcase the different media that will eventually come out due to the current media revolution.

After all, I ended up on presenting spills and interviews from journalism students on which represent the real future that will comprise every pillars of the industry.

I made a hard time to edit it this video out but with due patience and determination, I settled down with a good- for- beginners output.

A few minutes later, I just hear loud tampering clicks from joyous claps resounding on every corner of Room 203. Then it come endless laughs on my documentary’s climax.

I’m glad that I made them think deeply, learn adequately, realize consequently and laugh unstoppably from my presentation.

The glorious time of my life ended with a round of applause suggesting my work is indeed a mission accomplished.