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Saturday, September 17, 2016
On the way to school this morning, my three-year-old daughter noticed her own shadow on the ground and playfully tried to outrun it. Only a three-year-old would think that was even possible.
This would be funny except that, tragically, many of us adults still think we can outrun the consequences of our actions.
Thursday, September 15, 2016
Philippians 4:13, "I can do all things through Christ which strengthen me," further shortened by GSW MVP Steph Curry to "I can do all things", probably so he can scribble it on his sponsored Under Armor shoe, is NOT about basketball, or athletic achievement, or even about being successful in life in general. Please do, read the entire chapter and KNOW that those words are about RESILIENCE and being content, whether in abundance or even with NOTHING.
Thursday, September 1, 2016
is that you don't get to pick and choose which ones you want for yourself, and which ones you want taken away from the "guilty". The human rights you want for yourself are the very same human rights you must be willing to afford even the most blatantly obvious guilty suspect.
Who does not want the opportunity to FACE HIS ACCUSER in a FAIR TRIAL in a COURT OF LAW?
Posted by Don Dee at 9:44 AM
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
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Saturday, April 30, 2016
ang iboboto ko.
Dahil sinuri ko ang aking konsensya at nalaman ko, hindi ko kayang bumoto sa sinungaling, hindi sa magnanakaw, hindi sa sira ulo, at lalong lalo na sa mamamatay tao na sinungaling at sira ulo. Kaya oo, kay Mar ako. Kulelat man, malinis naman konsensya ko.
That the worst (true) negative issue/trait that is being thrown against Mar Roxas is that he is kulelat, perhaps is not an indictment of the candidate but of us, the voters.
God save us all.
Posted by Don Dee at 9:33 PM
Friday, April 8, 2016
Apparently, my daughter has found her sport, pointless running. No rules, no winners, no point -- just running. I marvel at how she seamlessly transitions from full-on strides to skippity prancing. And in the true Olympic spirit of amateurism, it is all for the pure love of the sport.
Posted by Don Dee at 8:08 AM
Friday, April 1, 2016
It was getting dark as Forrest Gump walked away from Jenny's grave. He had her buried beneath the tree where they played as kids, the one happy place they shared. A flock of birds had come to roost and Forrest looked over his shoulders and perhaps finally saw that Jenny can now fly far, far away.
Posted by Don Dee at 7:56 AM
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
I have always had this disdain for Starbucks. No, check that, not the business (because it's genius) but the fools who fall prey to the scam. Barely above minimum wage earners who spend half their day's wage on one tall Americano -- not even that good a cup of coffee. Seriously, you people heard of Dunkin Donuts? Get your coffee there.
Yeah, I am that guy. I take pride in wearing torn jeans to work and making four-five times more than most of these pretentious fools, drinking their pretentious coffees. And it is not just Starbucks, it is anything and everything that I see as overspending to impress. Mac computers, iPhones, branded jeans, Nike shoes, original non-pirated DVDs.
One early afternoon, as I started my day off quietly nursing my beer, I noticed the guy selling isaw and barbecue outside the OTB was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and slacks. This, of course, ticked me off.
After three or so beers, whenever he delivered my order, I started calling him "manager". He didn't get it -- that I was insulting him. He would always just smile and get on with his job. But finally, when the beer was sufficient to make me mad over nothing, I had to confront him, something to the effect that the isaw business must be really that good for him to be dressed like a frickin Makati executive!
"I'm sorry sir. I came from church and had no time to change. I need to sell isaw and barbecue to augment my meager income."
It was Sunday. I didn't even know. All I knew was that I was going to spend the day drinking till I pass out. And I thought I was the better guy than this man who went to church then had to rush to his small business so he can feed his family.
Ever felt like you wanted to flush yourself in the toilet?
I apologized. Gave him a fat tip. And said a quick prayer.
Posted by Don Dee at 7:23 AM
Monday, March 21, 2016
Yesterday, my wife and I got baptized in the name of our LORD Jesus Christ. Below is the short speech I gave in front of the church:
I would like to thank everyone responsible for us being here today. My dear sister Charo and her husband Rex who reached out to us long before we were ready. Hindi naman sila makulit, persistent lang.
And to our disciplers, Merwyn and Mitch, Ken and Mau, Ferdie and Meanne, Dex and Jen, Paulo and Tina, Raffy and Luisa, Jed and Karen, and Arnel, who have all been very patient with sinners like us, thank you very much.
We are by no means now perfect Christians, having gone through the bible studies all this time – we are still, admittedly, rough around the edges. So please forgive us if we sometimes slip. We are not asking for tolerance, only that you please be gentle with your rebuke. We are sinners still, sadly, but we are here, submitting ourselves to the will of the Lord.
It was a very hard journey for me. Naging matigas ang puso ko. Because for the longest time, I could not understand why God loves me. There was no reason to. It makes no sense.
But four years ago, I caught a glimpse of that reason why. God made me realize that I was just too naive, I was only capable of love when there was reason to, and of course, returned. The very definition of romantic love – shallow, juvenile, superficial, reciprocal.
But roughly four years ago God gave me a gift that I now realize is His way of softening my heart – my now wife tested positive, I was going to be a father. It was only then that I understood how love, even when unreturned was possible. I loved my daughter, Sea, even before she was born, even before we knew her gender, even before we gave her a name. I loved her long before she was capable of loving me in return.
It was only then that I understood what true love is. Our father loves us even when we are too self-centered and just incapable of loving him back. He always has his eye on us even if we think we can away with things, and always has our best interests in his heart, even if we are too arrogant and too stupid to understand this to be so.
I now understand how it is possible to love someone to the point of loving them enough that you'd be willing to die for that someone. This is not theoretical, it is not even figurative, this is literal.
And so today, I take one more step towards fulfilling the sacred task my Father has given me, to raise my child as his child. My daughter Sea is God's proof of his love for me. And I, in return, will raise her in a way that proves my love for him.
Today, the house of the Lord rejoices, for the prodigal son and daughter have returned.
Posted by Don Dee at 5:23 PM
Wednesday, March 16, 2016
PNoy ran for president on nothing more than "anak ako ni Cory and Ninoy" and won. If the Marcos loyalists actually believe their own lies, why don't they make Bongbong run as Ferdinand Marcos Jr., and include Ferdie in his political ads? Sige nga. Magaling si Apo di ba?
Posted by Don Dee at 8:19 AM
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
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