Of How Karl Came About

As I often say and greatly believe, our lives have some sort of a pre-plan that always works out in a very weird manner.

For example, I've chosen Karl as my 'unofficial' name (this is a story of many years ago), from a long list of names supplied to me by friends Sue and Liwei, who joked that it was like "choosing a baby name", due to my indecisiveness.

The name Karl for me has largely remained an online persona (for example, as can found in this blog's URL), hardly in use in real life; with the exception of the six months I worked with a sales company where it was much easier to introduce myself as Karl over the phone and email. (Karl (pronounced KAAL) is the German word for 'man', if you're wondering. My colleagues, however, found it even much easier to pronounce it as Cow.)

And now I find myself working in a German company and very interested in the German language that I've begun a lot of self-study, with the help of good people like Eileen and my German colleague Thomas, who despite his occasional "white arrogance" (for example, he believes he should receive better service in a restaurant because he's white; in jest, albeit) has thought me practically a new phrase a day (and a whole lot of German quirkiness which will be the blog topic of another day).

Hence I foresee a revival of my unofficial German name, perhaps or perhaps not. For things might or might not happen, as we are not privy to our life chapters until they're written. Maybe I'm just trying to see links where there are none; to find some order in this world where disorder (requiring the least energy) rules.