Names

This post is officially about names. Everyone is born with names. Or maybe not. But even if you're born nameless you'd still be called by something, like 'Oi', 'Hmph' or 'That filthy animal' or things like that. But that doesn't matter.

So in this blog, I'm known as Nerojei. People call me Joe. Sometimes Jo. Some called me Jo Bizarro. My real name is _________. And it's not a girl's name, period. Really, I'm just an average joe. Just a cup of joe, you may say. But this isn't the point, still.

So, lately, like a few minutes ago, I have a thought about this. Most of the time, I could only remember faces but I forgot names. Especially those people who asked for my lighter to lit their cigarette. Well, it's not like I asked for their names, right. Uhh. But, but, but my point is, name is only significant when that person register to certain parts in your life. Then suddenly his or her name became so significant and remembering that name quickly turned very natural.

Okay, the point is, at this moment, there's this one name I think sounds so special for me. I don't know why. Suddenly it sounded very interesting to pronounce, to type and to bear in mind. Oh and the slight thought about it makes me happy. What the heck.