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Tuesday, May 8, 2007
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doinkz.

i finally realised the usefulness of studying gender studies. or at least, i managed to find out the application of the concepts learned in that Spivak's reading "Can the Subaltern Speak?"

as she says, "speech is a transaction", meaning that nobody can say anything without somebody listening. and yesterday, i fully understand this when i suddenly felt that hamidah does not want to listen to me. =/

and, as Spivak also points out the problematic power relation - or whatever. i forgot what is the exact phrase, but remembers that it is something got to do with speech not equating to power all the time, and silence can be equated to power too. so hamidah's silence yesterday was indeed more powerful than what my words can say.

but again, i think i am the subaltern. =/ then i think again, i am not making any sense here. i think i think too much, until i got migraine everyday. erm, at this stage/point in time, life suxs. results will be out in a couple of weeks. and, i cannot bear to think of the path ahead of me.




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