Fathers Day * Hari Abah, dek bday (June 15)

In memory of Clarence and his son Wayne (my father), and appreciation for present & future dads. [oleh abang daud di nor qalif, tok adik beradik]

Sons and Fathers

Without sons and fathers, what would we do?
Do the best we can, as we know they'd want us to...
They make a hard hot world, a much safer place
they make a million memories, that will never be erased

Can you hear the thunder
in a little girl's tears?
Will you mend her broken heart
and soothe all her fears?

Well that's what teddy bears are for,
when loved ones have gone through the door
Yeah that's what teddy bears are for,
when loved ones have gone through the door
and that's what wings and prayers are for.


[A gentleman's poetic reflections on Fathers Day, DDeden 2007]
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How great thou art ~ Allah akbar

O lord my god, when i in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds thy hands have made;
I see the stars, i hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

When through the woods, and forest glades i wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When i look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.

Then sings my soul, my saviour god, to thee,
How great thou art, how great thou art.
Then sings my soul, my saviour god, to thee,
How great thou art, how great thou art.

O when I see ungrateful man defiling
This bounteous earth, god's gifts so good and great;
In foolish pride, god's holy name reviling,
And yet, in grace, his wrath and judgment wait.

When burdens press, and seem beyond endurance,
Bowed down with grief, to him i lift my face;
And then with love he brings me sweet assurance:
'Small child, for thee sufficient is my grace'.

Then sings my soul, my saviour god, to thee,
How great thou art, how great thou art.
Then sings my soul, my saviour god, to thee,
How great thou art, how great thou art.

Carl Gustav Boberg wrote the song in Sweden in 1885 following a two mile walk through a thunderstorm from a prayer meeting. My father loved this song, he sang it loud and clear, I think in part because my mom was an artist, sort of a dual meaning for him. It was performed during his funeral and did bring some tears to my eyes as I sang with the choir.

al fatiha ~ papa ~ rest in peace

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my sis ~ happy birthday ~ schoen geburstag ~ shinzekweile ~ selamat hari jadi

i wanted to marry before doing anymore stuff with the sibs and cuzzies
that's why i've been out of touch and why i went away. i'm proud of you doc.

hope you've got your faith restored in full, whatever one is best for you.

happy birthday sis! hope you can try some of that 'evening in missoula' herbal tea, it really is good stuff, even to a coffee-phile like me. peace, love and bubbles.




Cute Aussie candles (platypus & frogs), and blue candle on space station in microgravity (spherical flame) compared to earth's regular gravity (teardrop flame). I think the yellow color is due to tiny impurities (soot, buckyballs), while the blue flame doesn't burn the soot. neat. yeah, i know, i couldn't resist being the geeky science nerd brother, hehe. remember, despite the science teacher's ignorance, fire and water are both fluid and thus naturally spherical, not formless, when not in the presence of a large gravitational object (like planet Earth).
[ps. stick in a 'thus' and you sound like einstein.]

Time to rest, my eyes are tired. alhamdullilah ~ alleluyah.