The Night Listener

3 p.m. Saturday. I'm at work.

I started work at 12:30 pm and will finish at 6 pm

I watched 20/20 last night. It talked about Vicki pretended to be a 14 years old boy Tony and chatted with people on the phone for 6 years and those people believed Tony exists.

Someone sold this story and a book was published called "The night listener"

I like the book name.

I have talked to people I've never met / seen on the phone /chatrooms.

I guess it doesn't f***ing matter cuz when it is quite and late at night, and you're bored and lonely, all u want is to chit chat with someone. u don't care what they look like as long as it is a nice chat.

I guess that makes human unique cuz we're affectionate animals and we can have feelings towards things we intereacted with but never seen nor touched.

I read this from somewhere

"I'm lying with XXX (someone) on the lawn in the warm afternoon sun..."

I thought that was a beautiful descriptions.

I also read from the newspaper, someone was fixing an oil painting drew by a famous person (I don't remember who) and he found that on the surface layer, it shows a group of boys playing on the meadow, but underneath that, it is a couple cuddling on the meadow and he wrote "I love thee"

Wow...so romantic.

I wish I can write or draw very well so I can really express my thoughts.

The Louvre. France is Pretty.

The Hall of mirrors.

I feel that I'm kinda affected by the mentally ill people in the center.

I feel like I'm a character in one of those horror movie where he or she doesn't believe in anything, and they work in a hunted hospital / pschiatric rehab hostel, and then strange things happened, and they start to believe things...

Two mentally ill patients described to me how their illness onset. They both said similar stories e.g. they suddenly got really scared and worry one day, and their temper went really bad, that's how they started the mental illness and it went worse day by day.

It seems very scary, cuz you can't prevent and you don't know how you got it.

With regards to the oil painting in the 18th century, I wonder what it feels like to live in those century.

Kellie Kim - 鞠躬致敬