in an environment where talking with someone is almost synonymous to committing a crime, i resorted to talking to myself.  whenever i am doing something work-related such as debugging a program, i talk to myself. unconsciously, i am doing this, till….

(1)  inside a client company, while i was talking to myself, my boss, looked at me, and frowned and wondered who i was talking to.  i was facing to no one except my laptop.  dear friend, then, told me of that when we left the office.

(2)  in a welcome party, held last friday, my japanese colleagues commented
officemate:   hitorigoto shite irun desu ne…
me:      e? hitorigoto wa nani?  (what’s hitorigoto)
officemate:   do to self.
me:     a, jibun to hanashite iru koto desu ka?  (a, you mean, talking with/to oneself?)
officemate:   sou, sou… (ya, ya)
me:     sou desu ne… shite imasu.  yoku shite imasu. (ya right, i do that. i do that very often.)

indeed.   indeed.  i have mastered that art.  unconsciously.  do you think they find me less than normal?  i hope not, for i am so used to doing it now.