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+ SPRING IS HEREEE!~
+ Law enforcer Vader
+ wrenched.
+ a sweet addition to our family :)
+ trapped.
+ bende lama yang pernah ditulis.
+ an old post from my other blog
+ conversation on the bus.
+ a rejection.
+ a daughter's heart.
+ SPRING IS HEREEE!~
+ Law enforcer Vader
+ wrenched.
+ a sweet addition to our family :)
+ trapped.
+ bende lama yang pernah ditulis.
+ an old post from my other blog
+ conversation on the bus.
+ a rejection.
+ a daughter's heart.
Wednesday, 8 April 2009
ka-ching bling!
the mexican man with long black dreadlocks was smiling and smirking like a fat cat with cream when i saw him in the queue at natwest. he had on a crisp dark gray suit, with polished black patent shoes and bowler hat perched on top of the dreadlocks that reached his knee. his moustache was clipped and smart, and his eyes twinkled.
he looked like one of those character in the mafia movie who just got a jackpot deal.
when it was his turn at the counter, he walked most proudly, with a really huge grin, carrying his battered looking duffle bag. i was already so curious, and he was talking loudly, naturally i couldn't help but to listen.
' how can i help you today, sir?' asked the man behind the counter professionally.
the man opened up his bag, and started scooping and piling up money on the counter! with the notes still tied with rubber by the bundle and stashed in clear plastic bags! oodles and oodles of 20 pound-notes, coins and other papers and such!
'Oh my Lord! How'd you get this ,man? WOW!' said the man behind the counter obviously couldn't help to be professional anymore and chuckled at the amount of moolahs he would have to count for the smirking man.
The dreadlocked man chuckled along, swishing his hair, showing glint of the rings and chains on his fingers and wrists. all blings and gold and silver adorning him.
'Got lucky for a bit mate'
i continued to stare and gaped with jaw wide open, as im sure everyone else dis as well,, until the man left the bank and i could have sworn his dreadlocks, as if with a life of its own, were wagging happily behind him, mocking everyone else whose notes seem to have shrunk with low self esteem.
he looked like one of those character in the mafia movie who just got a jackpot deal.
when it was his turn at the counter, he walked most proudly, with a really huge grin, carrying his battered looking duffle bag. i was already so curious, and he was talking loudly, naturally i couldn't help but to listen.
' how can i help you today, sir?' asked the man behind the counter professionally.
the man opened up his bag, and started scooping and piling up money on the counter! with the notes still tied with rubber by the bundle and stashed in clear plastic bags! oodles and oodles of 20 pound-notes, coins and other papers and such!
'Oh my Lord! How'd you get this ,man? WOW!' said the man behind the counter obviously couldn't help to be professional anymore and chuckled at the amount of moolahs he would have to count for the smirking man.
The dreadlocked man chuckled along, swishing his hair, showing glint of the rings and chains on his fingers and wrists. all blings and gold and silver adorning him.
'Got lucky for a bit mate'
i continued to stare and gaped with jaw wide open, as im sure everyone else dis as well,, until the man left the bank and i could have sworn his dreadlocks, as if with a life of its own, were wagging happily behind him, mocking everyone else whose notes seem to have shrunk with low self esteem.