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Nicknames

Nicknames are cool. My best friend growing up was bestowed the name "Kumar Lai" by our group of friends because he was the only Indian dude who speaks Cantonese and hangs out with mostly Chinese cats. Over the years, his titled morphed, but the roots have remained. He now goes by "Blackie" though some of his friends calls him "Kumar Lai." Even in our late twenties, I still call him by this moniker.

My another homie in our fraternity earned the nickname "Budak Keecii (Little Boy)" for some reasons not worth mentioning, but sadly the name that was stuck was "Joshua 'Lala' Lui," for some reasons not needing explanation. Fortunately for Josh, high-school was only five years, and his nickname didn't follow him (though the small boy frame did)

A nickname is sometimes considered desirable, symbolising a form of acceptance, but can also be a form of ridicule. Some of my homies have endured, even exploited, their unusual physical characteristic - for instance, Chiung Mo (Long Hair), Iban Boy (his haircut during school days that looks like Iban tribes people), and Pak Kuai ('White Ghost' because he's awfully fair for being a mix breed)

Other famous people have acquired nicknames for their gifts and talents. Fernando Torres was "El-Niño (The Kid)," Steven Gerrard was "The British Bulldog," and Jamie Carragher was "Mr. Liverpool." I don't know if Rafa Benitez "Gaffa," got his name for being a strong, tough football tactician or simply he's the Liverpool Football Club's boss. Either way, what a great name!

I have always wanted super-cool one, but alas, it has not been my lot. It's like I wear a permanent nickname slicker that repels any label that might splash my direction. I've had some short lived ones, usually mutated manipulations of my name and size: LaiSiFatt, Timmo, German Shepherd, PeterAndre (my hair-style that time), Phatboy, Romeo, Casanova, Wolverine, etc. But nothing has stuck. My homies gave me such a unique name that no invention of man has been able to match or exceed it.

But there are other kinds of names ...

I believe when it comes to your own family (my mum), you get another type of name. A pet name. Whereas nicknames have failed to stick, my sorry (my pet name is coated with super glue). I've done everything possible to get rid of it, but like a bad rash, it keeps coming back.

Help...

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