are you talking to me?

When you are in searching or wandering for something, everything seems to be talking to you.

When I walked on the streets, I felt the bridges were waving at me; the little "S" hoks in the corner of the store were saying " Me, me, me, me...! "; the windows were smiling; even the trees and flowers were giggling ... I just can't help it. Especially, when people whom I know, called out my name in the street, "Hau See", and at that very moment, I almost thought it was the street lamp whose talking to me. How bazzar! that's why I got terribly tired at the end of the day.

They are small, but intriguing.