My second brother Ivan got a rental card from a video shop near our home. He is now studying in Inti College in Selangor. He was lucky enough to get a scholarship from Tenaga Nasional Berhad; the electric giant of Malaysia. He was going to leave us soon. I felt like losing a brother! He was my hero. In the rough teenage world; I looked up to him. I emulated him. I played tennis; joined LEO Club...etc all because of him. He was my role model. My father figure in the void my father left when he was having an affair when I was 6 till 13. I wanted to be exactly like him. " Someone" in the school. Popular and having all the girls chasing after me. Haha...It was 1994 and I will be having a tough year ahead. SPM!!! The Form 5 public exam. Gruelling two weeks of examinations in October or November. But I was renting videos like nobody's business. Every other day there will be a new movie. After finishing my tuition homework of Additional Mathematics of my tuition teacher Mr Tan Kwan Sim, I would be watching a movie...sometimes two. Film addiction:)...Ivan told mom I shouldn't be watching so many movies. I should be concentrating on my studies. Okay maybe I was a bit overboard. Irony of it was Ivan was the one that gave me the video rental card! :) Anyway, there was one movie that really touches me; "Searching for Bobby Fischer" I was in love with Max Pomeranc. He was the actor that played Josh Waitzkin in the movie. Based on a true story. His father, Fred Waitzkin was a journalist with The New York Times. I gave myself a new name; Josh. I am now known as Josh C.H. my pseudonym when I write articles for newspaper. I am now Josh or Joshy; a cute version. I like joshing around. So the name fitted me perfectly :). I felt like a 7 year old in a 17 year old body. I felt the spirit and energy of a 7 year old. I felt I could get 10A1s in SPM. " I can do it" " I'll do it!" :) " I am the best" " I am happy:)" No worries SPM is "kacang putih" easy in Malay...:)
Well, SPM turned out to be anything but "kacang putih" hahaha!!! " Josh...Josh...quit joshing around" I told myself. At the end of 1994; I survived. I was filled with endless possibilities of getting a scholarship to study in places like Cambridge, Oxford, Harvard, Yale...all the Ivy Leagues universities.
22nd March 1995. D-Day! I got...:(.....:(
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