yes, James as in James Dean!
My dad named me James. It's in my Birth Certificate which makes it... erm... official. Which is really no big deal these days but back in my time and that of Dad's, it was quite unusual for a Chinese Malaysian kid to have a Christian/Western name. Unless you were Christian, of course, which wasn't the case back then.
Dad had a great rationale for making our names official. Back in the 60's, thanks to the Hollywood culture, everyone gave themselves a Westernised first name. Which was okay, except that kids back then did sometimes go over the top, with names like Montgomery, Rocky or Elvis! So when my brother Jeffrey was born, Dad decided that he'd give us all sensible names so we wouldn't make fools of ourselves. Kids do that. If Baby had his way, he'd be called Noodle! (read previous post) :)
I remember this kid back in school. He loved Paul McCartney big time and decided to immortalise his idol in his own name. And McCartney Ong was born! Nope, his dad didn't have the foresight my father did. (Hey McCartney Ong, if you ever happen to chance upon this blog do forgive me. But like I said all those years ago, it IS a weird name lah!! Hehhehheh!) But fortunately, his cool Chinese name saves the day.
Anyway, when Mom was pregnant with me, an old flame remarked to Dad that both he and his brother's looks combined, resembled an oriental James Dean (she musta been visually impaired!). Since my uncle's wife was also pregnant at the time, our names were pretty much decided for us. My cousin, Dean was born 4 months after me. And no, neither of us look like James Dean, though that would have helped plenty. *Ahem*
Thank God our dads didn't look like Humphrey Bogart!