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I just watched Satoshi’s award-winning film VILLAIN and I’m so looking forward to see him in another one! This guy is definitely not just ‘exceptionally handsome’ –as THE FAST AND THE FURIOUS: Tokyo Drift credited him… He is one of the most talented and diverse actor in Japan today. 🙂 Another reason to watch out for this film is MatsuKen of course. Another guy who only accepts, for want of a better word, ‘weird/strange’ roles… which kinda reminds me of the king of weird roles himself– Johnny Depp. ^^ The plot seemed quite interesting so I’ll be looking forward to this. 🙂

My Back Page / マイ・バック・ページ Matsuken (AKA Kenichi Matsuyama) makes a second high profile appearance in as many years as a 60s/70s generation 20-something in My Back Page. Unlike Toru, the uncommitted protagonist of Norwegian Wood, here he gets to stretch his actor’s chops in a complex manifestation of a driven student radical, Umeyama. Based on the real life remembrances of critic Saburo Kawamoto, director Nobuhiro Yamashita (Linda, Linda, Linda) cast another rising star/he … Read More

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Tamara, Literally Out Loud (via Tamara Out Loud)

I can so relate to this. Having a unique or weird name can be a blessing and a curse at the same time. Okay,not REALLY a CURSE in every sense of the word… but it definitely has its downside sometimes.

Having a unique name in a country where parents are trying to outdo each other by giving their kids the craziest, longest, weirdest, strangest, most hard-to-spell name they could come up with– isn’t really something new. So why do people still freakin’ mispronounce and misspell my name?! It’s just one word with 5 letters. It’s not that I’m complaining though. I mean, having a unique name made me standout most of the times. People tend to remember my name easily because it’s different. It’s not your average girl-next-door name. In school, I’m pretty sure I’m the only one named “IRICK”. Yes, I would bet all my savings that when you mention my name in school, there’s no other. It’s just ME. 🙂 My teachers recognized me more and would always call me for recitation. But of course 7 out of 10 teachers would mispronounce my name. XD Actually 7 out of 10 people say my name wrong the first time. I’ve been called IRENE, IRISH, ERIC, ERICA, ERICH, IRIS AND EE-RIK. XD I don’t really get annoyed that much, I find it amusing most of the times. Some fast food restaurants require the customer’s name right? That’s when I get frustrated mostly. I already spelled out my name for them, but they still get it wrong. >_< Here's an example:

Crew: Can I have your name please?
Me: Irick.
Crew: …
Crew: Irene…?
Me: No, it's Irick. Eric with an I.
Crew: Eric?
Me: … I-R-I-C-K.
Crew: Okay…
Me: Just put Ima then. ("Ima" [AHY-MA] is my nickname)
Crew: *writes down ALMA*

I actually did some research and found out that IRICK is actually a last name in some state in the U.S. Weird.

Getting my name wrong is only cute and amusing the first or second time. It gets a bit taxing as time goes by. Especially if it's a stranger or just an acquaintance. I could forgive my friends for that though. XD For instance, some of my friends call me EE-RIK because they're used to calling me that way. I don't really feel like bitching about my name's mispronunciation every time. But of course I love people who get it right the first time. 🙂

Bottomline is… if you know me, I'm probably the ONLY 'IRICK' you'll ever know. There's no other. Hehe. So you better remember my name and say it right. ^_____^

**Irick – [AHY-rik]**

Tamara, Literally Out Loud This post was Freshly Pressed on Wed., June 8, 2011. I'm delighted by all the comments but cannot possibly respond to them all. Please know I'm reading and enjoying each one. Thanks for visiting the blog! ________________________________________________________ People have been getting my name wrong my whole life. Hell, my own parents got my name wrong before I was born. I didn't stand a chance. As my mother tells it, she and my birthfather were … Read More

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