My childhood background very damn bad,unlucky and not same like most kids of my time. Been through a lot from drugs to kena held at knife point by my own father which was a drug addict that time he went in and out of PUDU jail countless time thought he stop drugs but 50+ years old jor still end up go back to same route as last time few months ago. My mum 1 hand raise me up while making sure there's food for me and my sister. 3 of us kena kick out from my grandma place because my mother married a drug addict + gangster head. You know la that time old people very care face one. Lucky my step father was a kind man take us in like own children. From small I never listen to my parents word not even 1. They say A I sure say B then ask C D E F...but slowly grow up will think back all those stupid and bad things I do last time but my parents didn't give up on me if not today I maybe inside a jail cell or in a coffin already...the most important thing I learn is to be humble...no matter how much money or how less money you have we have to be humble to everyone. Even the Bible also teach like that....so I'm not your average rich guy who looks down on people driving local car or can't afford an expensive car....or will bash how lousy a local car is because I didn't grow up with a gold spoon in my mouth. I make friends with everyone I can get to know, I have friends from a lot of different backgrounds and different race. I even have some gay friends    but my butt still intact...