Thank you Boss!

Am i long-winded?

Long-winded: the inability to use an economy of words....

I've been churning out opinions like nobody's business for the past 3 weeks...

but today was the first time for Big K... "Alah bro... long-winded sangat..."

I've always been a believer in descriptive writing... it brings the reader into the realm of the writer... I guess it doesn't work that way in my line of work....

take this for example: "Therefore, your client's claims on the above basis are unfounded"

This is what I wrote: "Therefore, we are of the view that your client’s claims for rentals for the remaining unexpired tenancy period and all other costs and expenses arising from the premature termination including solicitors’ costs on a solicitor and client basis for the recovery of the rental(s) due and /or for seeking a new tenant is unfounded and baseless.
Furthermore, from the circumstances, it is evidently clear that your client is now attempting to renege on its contractual bargain with regards to the early termination of the Agreement."

Hmmm... I guess it was a bit too long.... :)

Well Big K did say it was alright and I should develop my style as the months pass... but I guess if you can put it in print in 3 pages, why would you need 6.

I don't know.... should I cut out on the lyrical gymnastics and keep it short? It's kind of boring isn't it?

Who am I to decide... "don't worry bro... aku punye England taklah bagus sangat... apa kau nak tambah, kau tambah..."

Thanks Boss....

A letter to my father

Hello,

Daddy.

You know, I remember a lifetime ago I was about three and a half feet tall, weighing only 12 kilos, but every inch your son. Those Saturday mornings, going to work with my dad and we'd pile into that big, grey Pajero.

I thought that Pajero was the... was the biggest car in the universe, Daddy. I remember how important the job you did was. How, if it weren't for you, people couldn't fill their cars with petrol. I thought you were the best man in the world.

Remember the times, when Mummy would try to bake cakes? Ice creams, football games, playing badminton.... the day I left for KL only to come home with the UIA chasing after me, that DEAN... When she had to chastise me, you said, "That's where you belong, finish what you started."

That was a good one, Daddy. That was really something. You remember that? And that time you told me that money wasn't real? Well, daddy, I'm 25 years old and I've finally realised what you were trying to tell me years ago.

I finally understand. You're the best, Daddy. I just wish I could've done more for you.

Anyway, may the wind always be at your back, and the sun always upon your face, and the winds of destiny to carry you aloft, to dance with the stars. I love you, Dad.

Love,
Azmi

I'm watching...

Alright, what I do is.. I watch people.

Do you ever watch someone who doesn't know that your..watchin' 'em?

An old lady on a street corner, or some girls hanging out at the mamak, or some guy at the 24-hour convenience store?

Well, they stand there and you look, and all of a sudden this -- flash comes over them, and you know it has nothing to do with anything external, because that hasn't changed.

They just suddenly become realer and more alive. If you look at someone long enough, you can discover their humanity...

when I'm CROSS

My mother says when I am cross
As I am now and then,
It’s better not to talk at all,But count inside, to ten.
‘Cos if you do it slowlyJust like this: one, two, three, four!

By the time you’ve finished,You’re not angry anymore!
It sounds all right, but then somehow,It doesn’t work with me,
And when I’ve counted up to tenI’m cross as I can be.

And so I’ve found another way,I whisper very low,And so that no one else can hear

The rudest words I know:Bother, bloomin’, hang and drat,Female, blazes, beast and cat.

Golly, blinkin’, pig and mug,Spit and stomach, bosh and slug.

When I’ve said all these I findI can feel quite good and kind.Aunt Jane comes to stay with us,She’s awfully tall and thin.

She always makes me very cross,As soon as she comes in.Because she says ‘Now don’t do that’And ‘Don’t make such a noise’She says ‘Be seen and never heard’s The rule for little boys.’

She tells me not to slam the door, And not to tease the cat, And ‘Don’t speak with your mouth full, child’And silly things like that.

I often think I’d like to throwAn ink pot at her head.But then I’d get in such a row,And so I say instead:-Bother, bloomin’, hang and drat,Female, blazes, beast and cat.Golly, blinkin’, pig and mug,Spit and stomach, bosh and slug, Then I say it all again,Out loud I say ‘Yes, aunt Jane.’I know you won’t believe it, But I’ve seen it, - and it’s real!

My mummy’s bought a baby girl

Imagine how I feel.It’s not a nice one, either‘Cos it’s ugly, and it’s bald.It’s not the leastest bit of good,It won’t come when it’s called.If she’d only bought a puppyWell, that wouldn’t be half bad!But to go and waste her pennies on a baby – makes me mad!

When I first heard about itI hid down in the shed
At the bottom of the garden,
And right out loud I said:-Bother, bloomin’, hang and drat,Female, blazes, beast and cat.
Golly, blinkin’, pig and mug, Spit and stomach, bosh and slug.I said another one as well,I’d better spell this H-E-L!