My Films
Welcome to the journey of film, a small revolution of my vision, perhaps.
I never know what or where my filmmaking would end, but I try to see it as a continuous path, a life-long work for me, and a sacrifice of my truest heart. It's good, and here’s how it begins.
Early Days
My creation began a long time ago, when I was a young boy with nothing to do after school besides playing games and watching YouTube.
So, the boy tried a new feature on the phone, one that utilized the big, glass hole, which possibly wielded the magic of light. Wow, is this where technology has taken us, that the flashing image of our lives has turned eternal?
Of course, the first few trials weren’t as ideal as he imagined. These are the baby steps, crawling before knowing how to walk. Who knows, maybe there is something unique in these bedrocks, something that holds like a baby’s spine.
Adolescent Days
Now, the boy thinks there is something more, that there might be some potential for him to see. It might just be the flattering of teachers and family, but the boy was determined, thinking that he could be someone, someday.
So he tried some more, did some more, and hoped some more. Maybe there is truly a spark of light, a glimmer of hope, among all the creatives he poured. Just maybe, maybe, that his vision of some things will eventually be proven right, deemed popular.
Freshman and Sophomore years of high school
Personal Film:
We The People?
I was not satisfied with merely doing what I was told or following some instructions in classes.
I wanted to do something of my own, something original. This is why I began to write scripts, trying to build scenes and worlds from nothing.
This is my first attempt based on my first-ever script. I see it like a painting, taking pieces of creative ideas and putting together an overall picture, whether impressive or not, at least trying to tell a story.
Junior Days
After some experiences, the boy convinced himself that he should continue to be addicted to endless fun and carelessness. The world was catching up, chasing him by the tail (yeah, he could be a rat if he wanted, as he wrote so much about them).
There might be a way, he told himself. There might be a way to establish a life with pure creativity, a constant fever dream of beauty and art. But who knows, who knows what the future holds and how the world will be?
So, he decided to stop thinking. Just do the films, he said, and let the world determine your worth.
Junior year of high school
Personal Film:
Young Adult Days
This is not the way! His family insisted. This is normal, he told himself. This is normal that a life of art should be condemned, as true freedom of hearts is sometimes the purest of sins.
But again, who knows? You might just be the next big thing, he said once more. Come on, just keep doing what you do. There is no turning back, isn’t? What else would you do to make up for all those lost times, for all the efforts? This might, after all, be a memorable but lucid dream, he complies.
Personal Film: