my blog comments: To Matthew by Chris

Monday, June 22, 2009

To Matthew by Chris

Blog Name: Life...or a reasonable facsimile thereof
Origin:Utah USA
Date: June 21, 2009

Subject:Father's Day

You sound a brilliant, loving and very much a family man. A man who values his honour, and who upholds the name of his own father with valour. Something of a Pride, a Heritage that makes your own trademark.

My eyes are misty reading your blog. I am so touched and emotional by the powerful message you bring forth to this blog.

Matthew, along with your Crown Jewels, will no doubt inherit that strength coming from you. They will espouse your Family Values.

You are an excellent partner to your proverbial woman. She is so proud of you, very very proud of you.

The WORLD needs a MAN like you. The children of the World needs a FATHER like you.

One who never withhold his feelings, his own emotion, his love, his affection, his duty towards his wife, his children, his family and I have no doubt to his community, to his fellowmen, to his country and above all to his GOD.

Kudos! And may you live a long life to be the God-mold Father of your children you are.

Happy Father's Day!

(Father's Day in Australia is First Sunday of September).

By the way, here's something for you:

Your Matthew in my blog comments

2 comments:

Kim@stuffcould.... said...: Such a good description of a good Father.
Kim; June 22, 2009 at 9:47 AM
Inday said...: As he is Kim, isn't he? Hope your hubby is having a Happy Father's Day celebration as he too deserves some warm thoughts intended for fathers like him. Have a lovely weekend over there. It's past midday here of Monday down under. Take care.; June 22, 2009 at 12:44 PM

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This is my 16th blog. Two of them are in hiding, safely locked in a secret garden. They contain my unfinished work, writings about my real life which I am not ready to divulge for public scrutiny as yet.

I have friends who kept bombarding me to write. Write what? About my life. Oh, nonsense!

Don't get me wrong, I'm not a celebrity or someone of high calibre or importance. I am just nobody romantically linked to my own word affairs.

The trouble with me is, I don't have a stable mood to really write seriously. I am only an extemporaneous, if not, a spontaneous writer.

Why so many blogs? My first or original blog is Parched Paper and the Quill. I took the name Quill after the university magazine we published monthly in Southwestern University to which I was blessed to pass during the Selection Process. I don't know if the panel did not make a mistake, but I was in that group.

They nominated me as the Circulation Manager. My regret is, I did not take one bit of the magazine with me for at least, sentimental reason. You know our culture, we are too sentimental kind of people. Hopelessly nostalgic. Never mind being romantic, that only exists in Barbara Cartland's books.

Why this is so lengthy? That's what I mean being extemporaneous and spontaneous. Writing something without any relevance.

Okay, that's enough jesting.

Now, am going to be serious this time. The purpose of this blog is just plain and simple. I want to keep a journal of my blog comments that I wrote to people's blogs. There are words that I write which to me are too compelling to keep. So I want to put them in my own personal archive. It will save me from digging someone else blog to find what I might remember in the future. My memory sometimes is unreliable. So it's best to be sure that I have my own well of preservation.

In that, I also included the blogger's detail and the background story of their blog that I commented on.

My comments appear in Italics. All the rest are people's information including their profile photos. No, I did not copy the pictures they posted for commentary. They made it clear that they are copyrighted. And that if I need to copy, I must ask permission first. That will take me more time to do my work than what I intended.

The materials (blogs) I published here on the internet are just for safekeeping. One day, I'm still allowed to dream, don't I? One day, I said, I would like to publish some of my works in print. This may sound impossible at the moment, but who knows? We cannot underestimate when the opportunity will come to knock at my door.

Well, I have in fact wasted so many opportunities already. If one will come and it's BIG TIME! I'll surely grab the chance and SEIZE the DAY!

With Love,