i would like to point out,
that there is absolutely nothing wrong with the name Len. it sounds perfectly normal! Ling, on the other hand, is a totally different matter. why on earth would i want to be called Ling?
Ling, if you must know, happens to remind me of a bell. a bell ! that’s as bad as calling me Ding Dong. and no, i’m pretty sure i don’t want to be called Ding Dong, even if it ensures that everyone will be able to pronounce my name and that no one will be able to forget me for centuries to come, thanks.
so, Len is fine. Len is short. and sweet. and easy to say. hi, Len. bye, Len. nice to meet you, Len. lovely.
alright, if you want some background. my name is Louise E. Ng. (no, slau, it isn’t Eleanor. stop guessing.) my middle name is my secret indulgence because, really, it isn’t very like me at all. it’s my grandmother’s name, actually, and at one point of time i thought the whole idea of being named after your grandmother was really quaint. so, shhh, there’s a secret for you.
and see, it spells three very simple letters. L, E, N. Len. Ta-da. Absolute Incredible Genius.
- Len.
