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HOPE, HOPELESSNESS

THE NINE WOES
By Kahlil Gibran

Woe to the nation that departs from religion to belief, from country lane to city alley, from wisdom to logic.

Woe to the nation that does not weave what it wears, nor plant what it eats, nor press the wine that it drinks.

Woe to the conquered nation that sees the victor's pomp as the perfection of virtue, and in whose eyes the ugliness of the conqueror is beauty.

Woe to the nation that combats injury in its dream but yields to the wrong in its wakefulness.

Woe to the nation that does not raise its voice save in a funeral, that shows esteem only at the grave, that waits to rebel until its neck is under the edge of the sword.

Woe to the nation whose politics is subtlety, whose philosophy is jugglery, whose industry is patching.

Woe to the nation that greets a conqueror with life and drum, then hisses him off to greet another conqueror with trumpet and song.

Woe to the nation whose sage is voiceless, whose champion is blind, whose advocate is prattler.

Woe to the nation in which each tribe claims to be a nation.
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Why do I get this feeling that I want to cry for my country?





August 23, 2005 | 7:10 AM Comments  0 comments

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'Do you really lose a friend? How, and when can you say that you've really lost one?

I've asked a friend these questions after a college buddy suddenly sent me a "hi, how are you?" message (the power of mobile phones working here, you know). The message might be generic, but absolutely not when it comes from someone that you've not seen for ages already [read: just a few years, hehehe] and from someone that you've not been talking to for one good reason. I thought I lost him already, or more apt, he lost me already.

So my friend told me that no, you don't lose a friend. Once a friend, always a friend. One can be less or more of a friend, but never 'not a friend anymore.' You may not be seeing each other like before or drinking beer together just like the old days, but you remain friends still. Even in spirit, harharhar.

Upon the prodding of this friend, I sent an answer back to the college bud. My answer was the similarly generic "Im ok & U?". Short indeed, but I know that meant a lot: while it may not be suddenly back to normal again, a reconnection was established.

POSTCRIPT: I was skimming through the piles of crap in my room, hoping that I can throw away 1/2 of the paper load. I found this business card of a doctor, a pediatrician. I have some doctor-friends but I don't have their business cards. And I do not remember consulting a pedia (for what, anyway?) or meeting one. I can't place this one. But the surprise came when I flipped the card. At the back appears a hand-written message, "Hey, you almost broke the dance floor. Give me a call" plus a smiley. The card might be like 5 years already since the contact information bears no mobile number, but only a pager number. Pagers are just so of yore here, but knowing some doctors, I thought that the number might still be working. Unfortunately, it is out-of-service (sigh...). Well, I guess the old adage is true: WIN SOME, LOSE SOME.

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