"A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches" --(Proverbs
22:1)
WHEN I arrived in the Philippines from the UK six years ago, one of the
first cultural differences to strike me was names. The subject has
provided a continuing source of amazement and amusement ever since. The
first unusual thing, from an English perspective, is that everyone here
has a nickname. In the staid and boring United Kingdom, we have nicknames
in kindergarten, but when we move into adulthood we tend, I am glad to
say, to lose them.
The second thing that struck me is that Philippine names for both girls
and boys tend to be what we in the UK would regard as overbearingly cutesy
for anyone over about five. "Fifty-five-year-olds with names that sound
like five-year-olds", as one colleague put it. Where I come from, a boy
with a nickname like Boy Blue or Honey Boy would be beaten to death at
school by pre-adolescent bullies, and never make it to adulthood. So,
probably, would girls with names like Babes, Lovely, Precious, Peachy or
Apples. Yuk, ech ech. Here, however, no one bats an eyelid.
Then I noticed how many people have what I have come to call "door-bell
names". These are nicknames that sound like - well, door-bells. There are
millions of them. Bing, Bong, Ding, and Dong are some of the more common.
They can be, and frequently are, used in even more door-bell-like
combinations such as Bing-Bong, Ding-Dong, Ting-Ting, and so on. Even our
newly-appointed chief of police has a doorbell name - Ping.
None of these door-bell names exist where I come from, and hence sound
unusually amusing to my untutored foreign ear. Someone once told me that
one of the Bings, when asked why he was called Bing, he replied "because
my brother is called Bong". Faultless logic. Dong, of course, is a
particularly funny one for me, as where I come from "dong" is a slang word
for... well, perhaps "talong" is the best Tagalog equivalent.
Repeating names was another novelty to me, having never before encountered
people with names like Len-Len, Let-Let, Mai-Mai, or Ning-Ning. The
secretary I inherited on my arrival had an unusual one: Leck-Leck. Such
names are then frequently further refined by using the "squared" symbol,
as in Len2 or Mai2. This had me very confused for a
while.
Then there is the trend for parents to stick to a theme when naming their
children. This can be as simple as making them all begin with the same
letter, as in Jun, Jimmy, Janice, and Joy. More imaginative parents shoot
for more sophisticated forms of assonance or rhyme, as in Biboy, Boboy,
Buboy, Baboy (notice the names get worse the more kids there are -- best
to be born early or you could end up being a Baboy). Even better, parents
can create whole families of, say, desserts (Apple Pie, Cherry Pie, Honey
Pie) or flowers (Rose, Daffodil, Tulip). The main advantage of such
combinations is that they look great painted across your trunk if you're a
cab driver.
That's another thing I'd never seen before coming to Manila - taxis with
the driver's kids' names on the trunk.
Another whole eye-opening field for the foreign visitor is the phenomenon
of the "composite" name. This includes names like Jejomar (for Jesus,
Joseph and Mary), and the remarkable Luzviminda (for Luzon, Visayas and
Mindanao, believe it or not). That's a bit like me being called something
like "Engscowani" (for England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland).
Between you and me, I'm glad I'm not.
And how could I forget to mention the fabulous concept of the
randomly-inserted letter 'h'. Quite what this device is supposed to
achieve, I have not yet figured out, but I think it is designed to give a
touch of class to an otherwise only averagely weird name. It results in
creations like Jhun, Lhenn, Ghemma, and Jhimmy. Or how about Jhun-Jhun
(Jhun2)?
There is also a whole separate field of name games-those where the parents
have exhibited a creative sense of humor on purpose. I once had my house
in London painted by a Czechoslovakian decorator by the name of Peter
Peter. I could never figure out if his parents had a fantastic sense of
humor or no imagination at all-it had to be one or the other. But here in
the Philippines, wonderful imagination and humor is often applied to the
naming process, particularly, it seems, in the Chinese community. My
favourites include Bach Johann Sebastian; Edgar Allan Pe; Jonathan
Livingston Sy; Magic Chiongson, Chica Go, and my girlfriend's very own
sister, Van Go. I am assured these are real people, although I've only met
two of them. I hope they don't mind being mentioned here.
How boring to come from a country like the UK full of people with names
like John Smith. How wonderful to come from a country where imagination
and exoticism rule the world of names. Even the towns here have weird
names; my favorite is the unbelieveably-named town of Sexmoan (ironically
close to Olongapo and Angeles). Where else in the world could that really
be true? Where else in the world could the head of the Church really be
called Cardinal Sin? Where else in the world could Angel, Gigi and Mandy
be grown-up men? Where else could you go through adult life unembarrassed
and unassailed with a name like Mosquito, or Pepper, or Honey Boy? Where
else but the Philippines!
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