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, 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" (eggplant) 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 favorites 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 unbelievably -- 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!
--- Matthew Sutherland, U.K. |