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Showing posts with label dicey. Show all posts
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Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Ditzy Irreparable Curious Element = Dice

I always felt uncomfortable when seminars, classes or meetings started with:

“Alright first of all, we all should get to know each other. Introduce yourself and tell us something about yourself."

“Something” is always so vague. And on the same time that something has to be a little bit insightful but not too deep as we do not want to skitter into some sort of soul striptease.

I mean none of my fellow students/ colleagues/ humans could judge me of too revealing if I inform them that I like pistachio ice-cream. But that would sound weird, wouldn’t it? “Hello, my name is Dice and I like pistachio ice-cream.”

So you go with something safe like “Hello, my name is Dice, I moved from Germany to Hong Kong ca. 3 years ago. I'm a non-smoker.” Then I sit down, relieved that I did not misspeak and barely listen what the person next to me says about him-/herself.

As you can see I suck at introducing myself. So the next BUF topic “A picture to be posted by each member and explain why it is important to you” comes in handy. A picture says supposedly more than 1000 words. And maybe you, the sharp-witted bloggers that you are, can make out my character.

O.k., here's a picture of my husband, me and my sister, in which we are moderately gaga… which is actually a state we are unconsciously always in.

I feel most comfortable with people that like my sister or my husband do not take themselves too serious… and have gnomish laugh, are attracted to good food and tend to annoy their loved ones with tomfooleries. Hence in front of people like that I do not have to keep up the façade of being sensible, sane or sapient (And yes, I like alliterations. 100 points to the reader who concluded that.)

So, I guess this picture shows my comfort zone and my preference for cropped jackets. Yap … … … … well, I must go now. In my timezone it’s time for lunch. Actually, in my timezone it's always time for lunch. Hehe.