By Juan L. Mercado
Like it or not, many of us do a periodic painful drill. We sift through names, from “A” to “Z,” in address books or computer directories. Some have died, such reviews invariably show. “Thou know’st ’tis common; all that lives must die/Passing through nature to eternity,” Hamlet says. Others are ill and edge toward that transition.
By Shirley Wilson de las Alas
“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet…” but, Sir William, had you heard of “Bubuy,” “Rek Rek,” or “Weng Weng,” would you still of that same opinion be?
By Michael L. Tan
Talk about life in surreal Philippines. The other week there was a news article about a man who had committed suicide after his girlfriend broke up with him. Her name was Hopeless. As a university administrator I have to sign countless documents with all kinds of names. Reading about Hopeless reminded me of a [...]
I FOUND quite amusing Roderick M. Frago’s Youngblood article “My name is…” (Inquirer, 10/20/12). It reminded me of the countless comments people made about my kilometric name—Claude Lucas de Castro Despabiladeras—which often gets mispronounced.
By Roderick M. Frago
A name gives an identity to an otherwise obscure character. It defines a human being, making him/her tangible, unlike a concept that one can think of but can never really feel or visually identify.