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Thursday, November 06, 2003
at this point, i would have to call myself a bastard too.
i got the topic i wanted after all. :) much thanks to all the efforts put in by my honours coordinator and my supervisor Dr Goh. but then again, they won't be reading my blog.. would they? three of us went to see our hons coordinator for a very kind explanation why we didn't get our first choice. she was absolutely fantastatic. very obliging and accommodating. and we spent like nearly an hour *i think* talking about other stuff like her pottery and visits to the dentist. i wish i had known her during my undergrad years but then again, i don't think i would like to take another gothic class even if Dr. Ang was teaching it. i don't have a natural affinity to dead or undead things and kinky representations of gender etc. my mind is like a wooden plank which is a very odd and, sometimes i admit too, exasperating position to be in.
I mean as a literature student, one has to be "open" to such things. to art, the word and everything in between. i could be an exception and it doesn't bother me. so far in my three years studying lit in NUS, i've learnt to differentiate between my personal likes/convictions with a whole range of other sort of preferences out there. Their existence used to trouble me but now i just acknowledge them and move on. In fact, it's often the most interesting times when these other preferences and uncomfortable subjects surface in my own area of study and strangely, have a certain ring of truth in their existence. even as i'm thinking about christianity in contemporary culture and writing, i can't help but have this thought that christianity to most is just like another self-help book on the shelf. I've often staked out at the local literature section PL5149. :) and the books related to spiritual or religion are often those self-help books or autobiographical "true life" kind of narratives... Religion is being fed back into this whole cycle of consumerism and it's getting hard to distinguish the secular and the religious.
Well here is just some of the books that caught my attention
books written and sponsored by the "kindness movement". the contriveness of it all gives me goosebumps.
self-help books that answer questions like "Is S&M healthy?" mix buddhist and hinduism quotes to arrive at a seemingly predetermined answer... no (?).
How will christianity fare at the end of the day, after all my research? something in me is sounding the alarm but i'll mull over this off the net for now..
krunchypeanuts...once u pop u can't stop...daily trivia with a dose of social responsibility...a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down...let's say we try...oh Lord how we try...
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