What’s In a Name?
Sunday, March 11th, 2007"What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."
Act II, Scene II
(Romeo and Juliet–William Shakespeare)
I watched Romeo and Juliet (the classic version, not the one with Leonardo di Caprio and Claire Danes).
Aside from the romantic aura of this film (and very good-looking actor/actress), I am reminded of something deeper than wondering about "O Romeo, o Romeo…"-of-my-life.
I was having a chat with my friend Hermann and someone else, I think it was Lamer or Andre or both of them…well anyway, i uttered this statement: "We have nothing but a name." In fact, the things we own are not actually ours; we just presume that they are our possessions, in short, we are disillusioned.
We own nothing in this world; I will dare to say that even our physical bodies are not ours, they belong to the earth; God made us "from ashes to ashes, from dust to dust."
If there’s one thing on earth we’re sure of claiming as ours, IT’S A NAME.
So…what’s in a name again?
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Speaking of names, I would like to suggest some alternatives for the terms "askal" and "pusakal"
Because not all "askals" and "pusakals" are really living in the streets, in fact I have five of them (3 cats and 2 dogs), I think this suggestion makes sense. As for me…it makes A LOT of sense.
Instead of using "askal" and "pusakal", why not:
a) "aspin" and "puspin" for asong pinoy and pusang pinoy?; or
b) "aspino" and "pupino" for asong pilipino and pusang pilipino?
I think these terms are more appropriate (plus they are cuter…Why not "pupin", right? Hahaha!)
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Oh oh oh…there’s a minor downgrade last Friday. We were at Ayn’s house: Me, Irene, Leo, Chinggay, Joyce C., Dohna, KZ, Tonette, Glenn, and Frances M. We were having a sort of "hi hello, kumusta ka na? miss na kita, saan ka na nagtatrabaho?" get together. So, Frances brought her magic sing mic…everything was so fine and smooth…i finished singing Annie’s Song by John Denver…LO AND BEHOLD! I got a score of 08!!! A FRIGGIN 08! Hahaha!!! Hear this…
I bet the magic sing mic was mesmerized by my goddess-like voice that it couldn’t think straight. I drove it crazy and I caught it off guard, so he just randomly picked up a couple of numbers, which were 0 and 8, and continued to drool over my voice. . .HAHAHAHA!!!
Oh…enough of this! One thing for sure: I HAD FUN!!! (Yikes! Sounds like I’m on a date and I’m on the part where the guy drove the girl to her house and the girl is about to gett off the car or the "doorstep scene" where the girl takes out the key…etc)
Cheer up! Aza!
