At the office, people call me Atty. Neri. Yeck. hehe. So, when people call me by my nickname, it's such a welcome relief. And a reminder of who I am.
I've always felt a disconnect with my given name. Maybe my siblings knew it, so they gave me a totally different nickname while growing up. ('Course, when the famous website with my name sprung up more than twenty years ago, I also thought about changing my nickname)
My given name lends itself to being shouted out when one is really angry. I remember when I was younger and not doing my assignments. My parents would get a notice from the school, which would lead to me being crisply called by my full name to get my butt into my parents' room. Hehe.
But, over the years, my nickname has had various, uh, nicknames too. Here's a rundown:
Doods/Duds/Dudi - various friends
Duj - c/o E and E
Dod - me, when lazy
Dookie/Dookers - my kuya, when he's making lambing
Dookie baby honey - my second ate when she's making lambing, my kuya when he wants to irritate me
Duquessa - my mom
Dukneners/Dukineners - my eldest ate
Poor-it/4-8 - my dad and my younger brother, when teasing me -- I'm 5'1" but they tease me as being only 4'8", so applying mikey bustos' tutorial on the filipino language, it's pronounced por-eight, hence, poor-it. Gets?
Dodo - everyone in the family when teasing me
Doc/Docdoc - my dad, to which I invariably reply, "Dad, I didn't take medicine. I still can if you'll also pay for my tuition."
Wala lang.
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