Friday, January 28, 2005
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
again, about names
read this one from istorya.net... you can consider this as a continuation to my previous post:
One day, Mr. Phillard rushed his pregnant wife over to the hospital. As the doctors were prepping his wife, Mr. Phillard's idiot brother Bill arrived to watch the birth. But when Mr. Phillard saw the blood and everything else, he fainted. When Mr. Phillard woke up he was in a bed with the doctor standing above him.
"Mr. Phillard," the doctor said, "you are in the recovery room. Don't worry, your wife is fine and she had twins, a boy and a girl. Because you were unconscious and your wife was still under anaesthesia, she requested that your brother Bill name the kids."
"What! My brother, the idiot! I can't believe you let him! What did he name them?"
"He named your daughter Denise."
"Hey, not bad! I underestimated my brother. What did he name my son?"
"He named your son Denephew."
One day, Mr. Phillard rushed his pregnant wife over to the hospital. As the doctors were prepping his wife, Mr. Phillard's idiot brother Bill arrived to watch the birth. But when Mr. Phillard saw the blood and everything else, he fainted. When Mr. Phillard woke up he was in a bed with the doctor standing above him.
"Mr. Phillard," the doctor said, "you are in the recovery room. Don't worry, your wife is fine and she had twins, a boy and a girl. Because you were unconscious and your wife was still under anaesthesia, she requested that your brother Bill name the kids."
"What! My brother, the idiot! I can't believe you let him! What did he name them?"
"He named your daughter Denise."
"Hey, not bad! I underestimated my brother. What did he name my son?"
"He named your son Denephew."
Friday, January 21, 2005
a legislative proposal...
i shall now be proposing a piece of legislation to the congressmen and senators of our dear republic who are reading this blog (if there are any...). this i have found to be necessary after the rather disturbing piece of information i got recently.
there should be a law against parents giving their kids the weirdest names. imagine the trauma they'll go through when other kids get to know their name. they'll be the butt of everybody's jokes, and they'll be carrying the stigma of their name until they grow old.
take the case of my cousin's kids. her first child, a boy, she named maurch. they say it was because he was born on march. i wondered, what on earth was that u doing their. but, hey, it was still pronounced as march, not morch as i first thought, so at least it sounded decent.
then about 3 years later, my cousin gave birth again, to a girl. and the name they got her just got me scratching my head. they named her hannah grill. yes... grill, as in the cooking implement. what they were thinking when they gave her that name, i honestly don't know.
two years later, she gave birth again. this time it was a boy. when my mother and i heard the news, we both got nervous thinking what name they were going to give the poor kid. they named him gabriel. finally, a decent name! when we found out, we almost threw a celebration for the whole neighborhood.
but if you think grill was bad, wait till you hear this. i was taking the elevator going back up to the office when i met one of the guards here, who was also going up. we usually passed each other, but we didn't know each other's names, so he asked me and i gave him my name. then he said, "pero way kalupig sa akong pangalan... (no one can beat my name)". he showed me his id, and it horrified me. his name? the the month and date of his birth. poor guy.
there should be a law against parents giving their kids the weirdest names. imagine the trauma they'll go through when other kids get to know their name. they'll be the butt of everybody's jokes, and they'll be carrying the stigma of their name until they grow old.
take the case of my cousin's kids. her first child, a boy, she named maurch. they say it was because he was born on march. i wondered, what on earth was that u doing their. but, hey, it was still pronounced as march, not morch as i first thought, so at least it sounded decent.
then about 3 years later, my cousin gave birth again, to a girl. and the name they got her just got me scratching my head. they named her hannah grill. yes... grill, as in the cooking implement. what they were thinking when they gave her that name, i honestly don't know.
two years later, she gave birth again. this time it was a boy. when my mother and i heard the news, we both got nervous thinking what name they were going to give the poor kid. they named him gabriel. finally, a decent name! when we found out, we almost threw a celebration for the whole neighborhood.
but if you think grill was bad, wait till you hear this. i was taking the elevator going back up to the office when i met one of the guards here, who was also going up. we usually passed each other, but we didn't know each other's names, so he asked me and i gave him my name. then he said, "pero way kalupig sa akong pangalan... (no one can beat my name)". he showed me his id, and it horrified me. his name? the the month and date of his birth. poor guy.
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