this is a True Story.
overheard in another section of department:
X: WHAT THE…?! NINJA TURTLE?? THEY NAMED THEIR CHILD NINJA TURTLE?? YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING!
(expletives and exclamations slightly exaggerated for dramatic purposes, but you got the Ninja Turtle right.)
Y + others: HUH?! are you sure??
X: YAH!! NINJA TURTLE!!
Y + others: *scramble to look at evidence on record*
they see all kinds of names everyday, these people, and hehe, this must have taken the cake.
or rather, the pepperoni pizza. :p
i wonder what’s his (i’m assuming it’s an unfortunate male child who will grow up being constantly bullied at the playground, become traumatised and mentally scarred for life, and end up a social outcast, forevermore hiding under his “shell”, so to speak) surname – lee? tay? bala? singh? bin mohd?? (to that last, as my mum would say, “selisih kan!”)
some quipped that the actual turtles’ names were much better (and sensible) choices, you know, michaelangelo, donatello, raphael, and errr… (ok, i have a thirty-year-old memory, so help me out here.)
i didn’t dig further to investigate, coz records are just records, it doesn’t say much about the parents’ background (though mother had probably just given birth at IMH, or OD-ed on laughing gas/epidural when she named him, or both). but yeah, we thought there definitely was “something wrong up there”. it’s a miracle that the parents possessed the clear faculties to even submit their child’s records to the said department in the first place.
then again, maybe it was a family member’s last dying wish to name the child Ninja Turtle. like, err, their dead son whose favourite cartoon was of the four sewer heroes. or the father had lost a gambling bet to his drinking kakis just before the child was born, and in his drunken stupor, he honoured the bet, which was to name his newborn child Ninja Turtle. or the parents’ first date was to watch TMNT: The Movie, and they felt it a romantic gesture to name their firstborn after the show’s protagonists.
or clearly, i’m also losing my clear faculties by thinking too much into this.
and now i feel like a pepperoni pizza…