The Invigilator from Sunny Stories on Vimeo.

Ah, how this reminds me of my dreams. Back then, I was so aspired to do something, not quite like this, but just as poignant, if not more, and most preferably, real. One thing about me is, being the idealist I am, I'm quite a realist. I'm very logical. (How do you think I excelled even without studying at school?) More often than not, I find flaws in illogicality and absurdity. I scoff at them. I mock. I question, "How?"

So when I was in high school, watching movies/dramas with unreal school life made me question a lot. Made me think a lot. Made me promise myself, "I want to change those. I want to show the world what is real." I was a wishful writer and director. I had all these plots in my mind, and when I went to places, the scenes would start playing where I deemed fit. I knew what I wanted. I knew just what shots my cameraman would be taking. I would respect his work, because I would only work with the best. It would so beautiful. So well-executed. Natural but poignant. And the lines would be all familiar. Relatable. Real.

I miss dreaming, thinking someday you will be the person you aspire to be. I miss looking at the sky and think that it isn't your limit.

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The Invigilator from Sunny Stories on Vimeo.

Ah, how this reminds me of my dreams. Back then, I was so aspired to do something, not quite like this, but just as poignant, if not more, and most preferably, real. One thing about me is, being the idealist I am, I'm quite a realist. I'm very logical. (How do you think I excelled even without studying at school?) More often than not, I find flaws in illogicality and absurdity. I scoff at them. I mock. I question, "How?"

So when I was in high school, watching movies/dramas with unreal school life made me question a lot. Made me think a lot. Made me promise myself, "I want to change those. I want to show the world what is real." I was a wishful writer and director. I had all these plots in my mind, and when I went to places, the scenes would start playing where I deemed fit. I knew what I wanted. I knew just what shots my cameraman would be taking. I would respect his work, because I would only work with the best. It would so beautiful. So well-executed. Natural but poignant. And the lines would be all familiar. Relatable. Real.

I miss dreaming, thinking someday you will be the person you aspire to be. I miss looking at the sky and think that it isn't your limit.

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