Never Forgotten Now...

I finished reading the 38th chapter of the novel "Taken" by Chris Jordan
10 minutes after twelve midnight. I elected to open my safety box
of archives during those years that I started to sense the texture
of bliss I had in filmmaking.

In my purple sealed flip-sided envelope was interviews with celebrites,
newspaper clippings, movie posters, Oscar lists, movie records, directors
and writer's addresses, agents, profile, etc. that I assume smiling as I recall
exactly how this inhibitions had grown into a finicky dream that I
believe very soon is coming.

I can never forget how I started my 1st screenplay "The Trail" when
I was fifteen. I was in fourth year high school and during those times
I came late very often with my 1st period classes, maybe because I
activated my hormonal passion for sleeping but hey' I never ran out
of premises and stroll downtown'. No Way. Instead, I would just sit
inaudibly in a maroon double sided bench just meters away from my
home-room and create the story of Daryll and the killing of three boys.

Racously, I remember how I develop my sensible writing and directing
drive when my sister treat us in a Harry Potter movie. That was a
very thought-through day of November 6, 2001 and a very small 14-year
old is entirely clueless of this Potter-phenomenon. This is the start
of my love for writing and imagination. In fact, It motivates me and so
my friends are to write a novel just like that..haha" I recall it was
"The Enchantrelles of Alquerade" but just ending the Chapter 1, I got silent
and run out of words.


As I unravel the aptitude of this never-forgotten ordeals. It may affect
or make effect on my filmmaking reverie' that for the coming years to
face me, I will stand in the Kodak Theatre holding my gold-dented Oscar.