From riches to rags. And back to riches.

This picture was taken recently in a private location. And just for that one moment, I felt like a million bucks; a gangster; a Mafioso ; Mr.Pink who had just finished a job; or Tony Montana. There were exactly 8000 ringgits on that table. It was meant for me to pay off my brother’s tuition fee. But before I did that, I had an unbelievable urge to take a picture of myself with the money.

Call me crazy but having been brought up in a middle class family and going to a private school, I was living the good life. And when my dad passed away, all of that disappeared. I was living the hard life ever since then. Asking money from people was a no-no because it felt weird, even if it was from my grandmother or family members.

Once in a while, I miss the life. I miss asking my dad for money or going out spending like a spoiled rich brat. I miss having a driver to drive me to the mall or the school. It was an easy life and I took it for granted. So when my dad passed away, I had to start from scratch.

Now, after 6 years of hardwork, I deserve to take a picture with the money. Not for show but for my very own satisfaction. The satisfaction of working hard for the money. The satisfaction to show that I was a brat but now I am a Made Man.