Life is Great

The Daily Appreciations of Pick Yin

Not exactly predictable.
Has enough brains for codes
(but can be completely clueless on other more important matters).
Likes her Joe (and her man?) black and her food spicy.
“Quam bene vivas refert, non quam diu.” — Seneca

Total Posts   372      Last Updated   19 May 2008 2:46 PM (GMT +8)

星期三, 九月 29, 2004


The Issue of Data Integrity


One of the toughest duties of a software system programmer is to maintain data integrity in the course of architecture and design. What is data integrity? From Wikipedia is this explanation:
In telecommunication, the term data integrity has the following meanings:

1. [The] condition that exists when data is unchanged from its source and has not been accidentally or maliciously modified, altered, or destroyed.
2. The condition in which data are identically maintained during any operation, such as transfer, storage, and retrieval.
3. The preservation of data for their intended use.
4. Relative to specified operations, the a priori (from the former) expectation of data quality.
This description, although targeted in telecommuncation by Wiki, can be spanned across data being transported along any kind of running system.

As a company or an end user organization summon the implementation of more and more information systems, all of which are mostly based on different platforms and design rules, data integrity will be jeopardized at one point or another. Here are some sample scenarios:
[1] The primary unique key of a table in System A is now just another field in the same table of System B without unique constraints. Thus when System A attempts to collect information from System B, ultimately some records will be considered invalid due to duplicate key errors.

[2] Name X of 180 characters in System A is maintained separately in three 60 characters fields due to a legacy design but in System B it is fixed into one 180 characters Field Y. Hence System A will have to chop the contents of Field Y during data transfer.

[3] Somehow, the different (bull-headed) developers of System B and C could not agree to maintain the attribute of Field Z to be as a character according to the legacy System A. As a result, Field Z is an integer in System B and a varchar in System C. Contrary to popular belief, cross type data conversion always falls apart when a certain data value is encountered. Users, on the other hand, have to translate Field Z to mean the same thing when they see ‘1’ in System A, 1 in System B and ‘001’ in System C. Are their lives not supposed to be made easier?
Undermined data integrity does not only require possibily many man–days to recover but may also cost entire business transactions to generate losses for clients or the company.

It is a tough life when things become too high–tech too quickly.

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星期六, 九月 25, 2004


Alexis Bistro: Jazz, Comfort Foods and Gossips


A night like this should come more often.

jazz fan in focus

no water after ten

best of friends

candle light and a beautiful hand model...

Naliza enjoying herself

we needed cake after lasagna, Vietnamese beef noodles and a burger

Aya Sekine on the piano

I discovered that I can appreciate jazz music after all. It has been awhile since I have seen a good pianist perform, and Aya Sekine is certainly top notch.

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星期四, 九月 23, 2004


Book Review: Tony Parson's The Family Way


recommended with caution

Have you ever been through one of those times where you know or feel you should not be reading a certain book but you then picked it up and bought it anyway?

After reading Tony Parson’s entire best–selling she–bang — Man and Wife, Man and Boy and One for My Baby, I did not think twice when I saw The Family Way sitting on the shelves of Kinokuniya before paying for it and hurting my already shrunk budget after a previously much needed purchase.

I know Parsons can be very depressing but I like his down–to–earth approach.



This latest addition, nonetheless, is all about women, men and babies. Nothing new here but this is what we all eventually have to face in life whether or not we like it. The typical irony of women who want babies but cannot keep their buns in their ovens and women who are not ready for them having one cooking steadily inside them can sometimes be a little too clichéd.

However, it happens, and very often right in front of our eyes, to people we love. So I read the book, and I cried, I laughed and kept flipping through the pages. I remember some very vivid scenes and try to forget some others.

As the three Jewell sisters — Cat, Jessica and Megan — struggle with their understanding of what a family stands for in their lives after their mother walked out while they were still children, Parsons managed to throw in four different types of men for those women to deal with — the father of three daughters who did not know what hit him when his wife left in a cab for good, the loving husband who would do anything for his wife who did not believe their marriage will be complete without a child, the Aussie womanizer who thought he could change into a man after knocking up Megan during a drunken one night stand and the man who have been there, done that and got so tired of it all he had his balls cut and knotted forever, or so he thought.

In addition to all these, readers are reminded that some men and women do change after having a child, not necessarily for the better. If couples in this situation do stick around and bear with each other, it is for their child but there are only so many who can stick around forever. Not only marriage is a bet in life, babies are, too. Like it or not, they can turn your world upside–down and you wonder where your life went.

This is another one of those books which will not appeal to anyone who have not experienced the shattering feeling of screwing up in life so bad, the scar remains etched to their hearts and souls as long as they are able to breathe. All because of that miracle which takes place when a hunkiest sperm manage to get to his waiting egg.

This book is sad, but true. So is life, sometimes.

Other reviews on The Family Way:

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星期一, 九月 20, 2004


Losing Sight


From one of the Season 1 episodes of Aaron Sorkin’s West Wing is a scene where President Bartlet seeked the counsel of his parish priest. When the POTUS complained that he received no wisdom from God regardless of his endless prayers, his priest related this story.
You know, you remind me of the man that lived by the river.

He heard a radio report that the river was going to rush up and flood the town. And that all the residents should evacuate their homes. But the man said , “I am religious, I pray. God loves me, God will save me.” The waters rose up.

A guy in a row boat came along and he shouted, “Hey, hey you, you in there. The town is flooding. Let me take you to safety.” But the man shouted back, “I am religious, I pray. God loves me, God will save me.” A helicopter was hovering overhead, and a guy with a megaphone shouted, “Hey you, you down there. The town is flooding! Let me drop this ladder and I'll take you to safety.” But the man shouted back that he was religious, that he prayed, that God loved him and that God will take him to safety.

Well, the man drowned. And standing at the gates of St. Peter, he demanded an audience with God. “Lord...”, he said. “I’m a religious man. I pray. I thought you love me. Why did this happen?” God said, “I sent you a radio report, a helicopter and a guy in a row boat. What the hell are you doing here?”
Sometimes it is easy to be blinded by the mere ideas of being a religious person. As a result we lose sight of Him, even though His way out for us in times of trial may be right smack in front of us.

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星期五, 九月 17, 2004


Modern Day Connectivity


For the past few months I have been enduring conversations such as this:
Friend: Hello?
PY    : Hello?
Friend: Hello??? Hello???
PY    : Yes, I'm here!
Friend: Hello?????!!! Where the f*** are you?
PY    : I’m at home, the line’s not good.
Friend: Hello?? Damn it! Helloooo??!!
PY    : Yes, yes, can you hear me?
        Okay, it’s not the line, it’s my phone...
Friend: Hello??? Hello???!!!
        For God’s sake, when the hell are you getting
        a new ph..
        [Disconnected]
PY    : (Sigh...)
        [Promptly call friend using land line
        before being disowned]
The offending device is now at the bottom of my drawer.

Yes, all of you who previously cursed me and had to call me more than five times for a less-than-five-minutes conversation should now know that I have finally put an end to our suffering by getting a brand spanking new T610.

Now go away and call me. Heh heh..

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星期三, 九月 15, 2004


Book Review: Paulo Coelho's Eleven Minutes


a true story

I do not know if there is such a thing as a feeling that it is bloody difficult to review a book which is (bloody) good.

Yet, this is how I feel. Thank you (you know who you are) for a great birthday present.

Eleven Minutes is a result of Paulo Coelho’s chance reading of a manuscript left for him by a Brazilian prostitute while he was lecturing in Mantua, Italy. He then proceeded with his own research and eventually interviewed Maria (nom de guerre), whose story this book is based on.


After failing over and over again to find love and the meaning of it, Maria ended up as a prostitute in Switzerland after leaving her low paying job as a salsa dancer. She was not tricked or forced into the trade; rather she made her choice willingly, with a clear objective — to make a lot of money, enough for her to one day return to her Brazilian interior to start a farming business.

From this source:
Prostitution is legal in Switzerland and there are full pages of advertisements for “massages” in Swiss tabloids. Pimping, however, is illegal and uncommon. Most of the prostitutes operate independently from small studios with their cellular phones. Swiss prostitutes pay VAT (Value Added Tax) on their services and some take credit cards. If they have a problem with a client, they will call the police to help them out. But this is as Swiss as they get. The majority of them are foreigners from Latin America, France, Eastern Europe or the Far East. Price charged includes all Swiss taxes.
In the most expensive club at Rue de Berne — Copacabana, Maria serviced her clients by playing several roles depending on their needs — Innocent Girl, Femme Fatale or Understanding Mother. Failing to associate love with sex and sex with love, she treats her work professionally, always followed the correct rituals and rules.

When love finally came turning her life upside down whether or not she liked it in the form of artist Ralf Hart, Maria reacted the only way she knew how to — to keep her distance and not hope for anything more than what seemed realistic.

Eleven Minutes talks about prostitution from the point of view of a woman who chose to be in it not because she like to do what is expected of her but because she could not find a good reason not to for she thought had lost all her chances of finding happiness in life. Her fascination with sex and sexual pleasure also almost lead her into the path of sado machoism, for good. Maria showed her readers that to a prostitute, the sexual part becomes less important (she believed that sex lasted for eleven minutes for everyone until Ralf showed her different) as she struggled to come into terms of day to day emotional survival and eventually, the decision of when to give it up — provided she has the strength and guts to even try.

It is important to note that while the bibliography is based on a true story, Paulo extracted certain parts of Maria’s diary from Antonella Zara’s The Science of Passion (exactly which part I will not ever know unless I read Zara’s work, either currently yet to be translated to English or I failed to locate it). Some of those diary entries unearthed the weirdest, deepest, most elevating and most disturbing feelings from me.
Profound desire, true desire is the desire to be close to someone. From that point onwards, things change, the man and the woman come into play, but what happens before — the attraction that brought them together — is impossible to explain. It is untouched desire in its purest state.

When desire is still in this purest state, the man and the woman fall in love with life, they live each moment reverently, consciously, always ready to celebrate the next blessing.

When people feel like this, they are not in a hurry, they do not precipitate events with unthinking actions. They know that the inevitable will happen, that what is real always finds a way of revealing itself. When the moment comes, they do not hesitate, they do not miss an opportunity, they do not let slip a single magic moment, because they respect the importance of each second.
On a closing (and probably loosely related) note, I shall also add that Eleven Minutes confirmed one possibility I have experienced — the ability for a woman to have the wildest orgasm without touching anyone or letting anyone touch herself.

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星期一, 九月 13, 2004


Spunk to Quit


Watching British sprinter Dwain Chambers walk out of Gordon Ramsay’s reality show Hell's Kitchen reminded me how much bottle and gumption it takes for a person to quit. He quit not because he cannot go through it as a celebrity chef, but because he was not happy along the entire process.

Quitting requires fierce determination and self–assurance. It is harder to put your foot down to quit than to continue with perseverance. To quit is not the same as to fail, although part of the challenge of doing so is to face the fact that many associate the two while thinking less of you.

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星期日, 九月 12, 2004


Prostitution by Choice


One of the oldest professions in the world is prostitution. We have always believed that all women involved were forced or tricked into sex labor by men for profit, or driven into it out of desperation for survival.
Update:
Do You Know Where Your Husbands Are? by Dina Zaman
We continued to believe this until several years ago when we discover that more and more educated, smart and some rich young women from good universities with sound families are selling their bodies professionally to high profile businessmen as college call girls. They are discreet and classy, dine only in the finest places and are not ashamed of what they do. Many continued postgraduate studies on their own expenses because they earn enough to be financially secure for years to come. Many have steady relationships and some eventually got married.

This scenario is not only confined to the West but closer to home, even here in Malaysia, some of us know personally of girls into the trade while on the surface, seem to be leading a completely normal life.

Are we baffled as to why these women will themselves?

Paulo Coelho, in his book Eleven Minutes (a review will be up later), studied briefly the history of prostitution and recorded two types, both of which has no necessary direct connection with women being oppressed.

The first is the history of most modern day prostitutes. [Pages 202 – 203]
... a pretty young girl, for reasons which she has chosen or which have chosen her, decides that the only way she can survive is by selling her body. Some end up ruling nations, as Messalina did in Rome, others become legendary figures, like Madame du Barry, still others chase after adventure and misfortune, like the spy, Mata Hari. But a majority never had their moment of glory, are never faced by a great challenge: they will always be young girls from the interior in search of fame, a husband, adventure, but who end up discovering quite a different reality, into which they plunge for a time, and to which they become accustomed, always believing that they are in control and yet ultimately unable to do anything else.

“Prostitutes appear in classical texts, in Egyptian hieroglyphs, in Sumerian writings, in the Old and New Testament. But the profession only started to become organized in the sixth century B.C., when a Greek legislator, Solon, set up state-controlled brothels and began imposing taxes on ‘the skin trade’. Athenian businessmen were please because what was once prohibited became legal. The prostitutes, on the other hand, started to be classified to how much tax they paid.

The cheapest were the pornai, slaves who belonged to the owners of the establishment. Next came the peripatetica, who picked up her clients from the street. Lastly, the most expensive and highest quality, was the hataera, the female companion, who accompanied businessmen on their trips, dined in chic restaurants, controlled her own money, gave advice and meddled in the political life of the city. As you see, what happened then still happens now.”
The second is sacred prostitution, which no longer exists. [Page 204]
“The Greek historian, Herodotus, wrote of Babylonia: ‘The have a strange custom here, by which every woman born in Sumeria is obliged, at least once in her lifetime, to go to the temple of the goddess Ishtar and give her body to strangers, as the symbol of hospitality and for a symbolic price.’”

“The influence of the goddess Ishtar spread throughout the Middle East, as far as Sardinia, Sicily and the Mediterranean ports. Later, during the Roman Empire, another goddess, Vesta, demanded total virginity or total surrender. In order to keep the sacred fire burning, the women serving her temple were responsible for initiating young men and kings on the path of sexuality — they sang erotic hymns, entered trance like states and gave their ecstasy to the universe in a kind of communion with the divinity.”

“No one knows why sacred prostitution disappeared, since it had lasted not centuries, perhaps, but for at least two millennia. Maybe it was disease or because society changed its rules when it changed religions. Anyway, it no longer exists, and will never exists again; nowadays, men control the world, and the term serves only to create stigma, and any woman who steps out of line is automatically dubbed a prostitute.”
Is it possible that while many women, whether professional part–time call girls or full–time prostitutes; are in it for the extra money or because they are truly in debt, many choose this profession just because they can? Is it possible that some have planned to do it just for awhile till they earned enough but eventually cannot stop because they have to continue supporting their higher standards of living and actually do enjoy their work?

It is possible that in this 21st century, prostitution is no longer really a stigma but a professional career chosen willingly by women. Who are we to question their morality or choice, really?

Judge and be judged.

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星期六, 九月 11, 2004


Book Review: James Clavell's Shogun


Yoshi Toranaga noh Minowara

Shogun.

The word itself caused me to read this book three times already. I first found a dog-eared and crumpled copy with yellowing pages for loan from my school library when I was thirteen or so. Within four days, the book was devoured cover to cover. Now I took almost a month to finish the same book from Kino because those days of endless leisurely hours have gone pass me and these days I can only afford to read before I sleep.

Shogun portrays clearly the lives of feudal Japanese (1192 - 1868) ruled by samurai warlords.


The essences and principals of a samurai’s life is the bushido code - the way of the warrior. Samurai was not just a rank but a way of life.

A very prominent element of the bushido code is the suicidal ritual of seppuku - the formal Japanese term for hara-kiri. It was the only honorable way to die for a samurai without having to face the shame of illness due to old age, capture, torture by enemies or severe pain due to being wounded during battle. While to our modern understandings and in our to date cultures the bushido code may be viewed by many as harsh and orthodox, promoting death and violence, the way of samurai (abolished along with feudalism in Japan in 1870) is deeply revered and respected till this day by Japanese and non-Japanese alike.

The book introduces John Blackthorne as an English pilot stuck at the fief of Izu after his Dutch ship Erasmus was beached by a great storm. The fief belongs to Kasigi Yabu whose liege lord was the great daimyo (a feudal ruler of many divisions) Yoshi Toranaga noh Minowara. Toranaga immediately claimed Blackthorne and his ship to his advantage while plotting to overthrow the council of Regents and achieve the highest of ruling rank possible in the Realm - Shogunate. Besides having to deal with the challenges of understanding the bushido code and learning Japanese to keep his head on his shoulders, Blackthorne was caught in bitter rivalry with the Portuguese Jesuit priests and Spanish friars who first charted the Japanese lands, planted their churches and converted tens of thousands of locals, including many powerful daimyo.

The plots were heavily laden with the extreme treacherous minds of all the various samurai and daimyo caught in the web, the religious rivalries between the Protestant Erasmus crew versus the Catholic Church, and the endless power struggles as the opposing Regent members were on the verge of war while the Supreme Heir Yaemon was too young to rule. The romance and sexual elements of Shogun are balanced in the book through Blackthorne’s forbidden love for Toda Mariko noh Buntaro, the daughter-in-law of one of Toranaga’s chief right-hand man Toda Hiromatsu. Shogun also depicts the roles and manipulations of courtesans referred to the Ladies of the Willow World.

It was difficult not to stop turning the pages until my eyes could not take it anymore.

What makes the bushido code honorable and uncontested in my opinion is that it respects women tremendously. Even courtesans were treated with great politeness, ceremony and courtesy.

While the realm of power and battlefields were dominated by men, women born to samurai blood are samurai as well. They possessed equal rights to serve their liege lord first and foremost, to carry the samurai killing swords and to commit seppuku with honor (although women do this by thrusting the short stiletto upwards their throats rather than inward their bellies).

In the aspect of marriage, while a man may have many consorts he may only be married to one wife at any given time and must honor her request for divorce should she ask for it or should his liege lord command it. While the business of a married couple was private, a man must honor his wife and satisfy her. If a man failed in his duties as a good husband, his wife could forward a complaint to her liege lord for assistance and intervention. Not a single Japanese male character in the book did their jobs or made their final decisions (even battle plans) without first seeking the counsel of their wives and consorts as women were viewed as intelligent and wise even during feudal Japan. The duty of a wife was to command her husband’s entire household including his finances, assets and servants. Should her husband be a daimyo or hatamoto with vassals and fiefs to administer, she will oversee those duties with her wisdom, too.

If one is interested in Japan and its unique cultural history, Shogun is a good historical fiction to begin with. One will learn for instance why Japanese eat mostly raw fish and rice; why their houses were then mostly built with just wood and rice paper shoji screens; how the ceremonious chanoyu goes and what is the significance of it; what is the importance of believing in karma and not worry about things we have no control of, and much more.

Shogun also reminds its readers that while every culture has its better ways (e.g. Blackthorne’s filthy culture then viewed baths as terribly dangerous to health) in certain aspects compared to others, culture in itself is unique and beneficial to its people as long as it serves them in their way of life. Evidently, as Mariko and Blackthorne found each other impossible to understand while at the same time completely irresistible, every culture on the face of earth does provide mankind something to learn from.

While is has been more than 120 years since The Last Samurai was wiped out of Japan along with the bushido code and feudal ruling, it is unquestionable that the hearts and souls of every Japanese today carries forward the honorable ways of their warrior forefathers with pride as these made Japan a uniquely desirable, rightly proud and successful country.

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星期三, 九月 08, 2004


Programmer for Life and Postgraduate Plan


Over mamak Milo and teh ais, Wei Yi got me contemplating about being a programmer for the rest of my career. I use to feel that this is not an option, however much I love what I do. Tonight though, I had a thought that if I do get job satisfaction out of it and reasonable returns as well then it may just be a possible option.

So, I will be going to one of Jobstreet’s Industry Nite this Thursday for what I hope will be an interesting talk on Can I be a programmer for life?
The two greatest gurus of software development in Malaysia, Ralph Tee and Marcus Low will address your concerns about the career path of a programmer. Having charted many successes in their careers and earning the accolade of being the brains behind cutting-edge Malaysian technology which had penetrated the international market, Ralph and Marcus will cut to the bone, challenge your beliefs and present their outspoken views on the following:

1. Is there a future to being a software programmer? (As Ralph puts it, have you ever met a 50-years-old programmer? Is your programming career over after 35?)
2. What does it take to be the best code guru?
3. What should you do and not do when you are applying for a programming job?


If you are a programmer worth your salt, if you are a software developer who sees heaven in lines of code, this is a forum you cannot afford to miss.
Well, I do belief I am a programmer worth my salt and I have seen something close to heaven in lines of code. Maybe not close to heaven but it is certainly a very out-of-this-world feeling I get when my codes actually test out to be working the way it should. Furthermore, I have met more than a couple of professional programmers in their late thirties.

Anything is indeed possible and worth exploring. I shall hear what these gurus have to say and then decide whether I am up for it.

On another note, a postgraduate studies plan of mine lead me to explore National University of Singapore’s latest alliance effort with Nanyang Technological University (NTU) and Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT). Application begins next month and if I get accepted I may head far south for their SMA Professional Master’s (S.M.) degree.

The current semester courses looks good to me and who knows where I will be by the time I am 35 if I am not still coding?

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星期二, 九月 07, 2004


Windows Firewall


As a Windows XP user (not by choice, I prefer Linux at any given day) with a workstation and notebook to protect, I dutifully installed the latest Windows XP Service Pack 2 while running Windows Update. The SP2 offers automatic update options and a Windows Firewall. Once installed, you will find a Security Center program in your Control Panel.

After rebooting both machines, I could not make my PC talk to my notebook.

The default settings of the firewall (which can be accessed via your Control Panel or the Security Center) offers an Exceptions Tab where you are allowed to hammer holes into the wall for demons to pass through, so to speak. If you check File and Printer Sharing (which you must unless you do not do network sharing at all), Edit your TCP scopes to allow cross segment sharing. The default Subnet Only setting only facilitates sharing for machines within the same segment.

While the firewall is active and blocked applications (such as the evil BitTorrent) is running, you will be prompted with an option dialog box to allow application level unblocking. There are also options to open specific ports and list out IPv4 address ranges for sharing in the firewall setting.

For more information, check out Joseph Davies a.k.a. The Cable Guy’s technical help guide.

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星期六, 九月 04, 2004


Reviewed: Secretary


you have been warned...With the amount of great indie films out there, I find myself spoilt for choices. However, the good ones (in my book) are not easily accessible here. That is, before my discovery and active usage of BitTorrent.

When Secretary was released way back in 2002, I made a mental note to watch it someday, one way or another.

I am interested in this particular indie production for a few reasons, one of which is because it stars Maggie Gyllenhaal. She is not the typical romantic comedy actress along the likes of Julia Roberts or Meg Ryan.

Famous for her independent involvements, she was also in Mona Lisa Smile and Adaptation, both mainstream movies which I think failed to bring out her strength as a remarkably different actress.

While Secretary is classed under romantic comedy of some sort, be aware that it is found as disturbing and undesirable to many (and these people are from the States). In short, it may not be your cup of tea.

It explores the dysfunctional disease of self-mutilation which Lee Holloway live through since she was a child due to her alcoholic father. Holloway keeps a kit with a range of sharp objects and small blades to wound herself whenever she is hurt emotionally. Along with the weapons, she prepares iodine solutions and bandages after her physical pains are inflicted to overcome her emotional ones.

The sexual element of the film presents its viewers the erotic indulgence of dominance and submission. Now, before you think dominatrix, leather suits, whips and handcuffs; be rest assured that this variety is mild physically yet incredibly invigorating physiologically.

While working as a secretary for E. Edward Grey, Holloway found herself in love with him through his need of her complete submission, her very sole dominant characteristic which would help her conquer her disease. With him she feels safe, happy and content. She no longer needed to cut herself. Many will say this kind unconventional relationship is quite unrealistic. I say it is possible simply because both Lee’s psychological irregularity and the dominant-submissive sexual practice do in reality exist, though we may not talk about them very often.

Some may view Secretary as a blatant attempt to put women into the control of men. However, Holloway’s submissive role is due to both her illness and both Grey’s and her sexuality. In other ways, she held her own head high and opinions sound. This is not the same as having to bow down to a male chauvinist pig and clean up after his mess.

Do not watch this with your other half (unless…) or if you think this post itself is already quite evil.

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星期四, 九月 02, 2004


Fast Lane


It has been quite awhile since my last post fell into the LATEST DEPRECIATIONS category but today brings forward such opportunity once more.

While trying (and later failing) to secure tickets for Collateral last evening, Farha and I bumped into a friend from university. He completed his Masters studies and is currently reading his PhD at our former institution. Naturally, I asked him how long it will take and almost keeled over when he confirmed the duration as one and a half years.

I took four long years for my degree and have no regrets.

He saw the almost disgusted reaction I attempted in vain to hide and quickly told us to keep it quiet because yes, no one worth their salt would consider such a fast lane for a PhD recognition. I do not blame him.

What in the world is going on with the public universities?

The existance of one-and-a-half-years PhD programs is not news to me. However, so far I have always only heard it from people who are doing theirs at private colleges or some other varieties of twining affiliation. Is it the result of privatization or is it the lure of profit that drives one of the most prestigious local university to defeat the entire purpose of postgraduate studies? After all, ten postgraduates in less than two years does pay a whole lot more than one who completes in four years.

What are they going to offer next? One-and-a-half-years degree programs for anyone who are so inclined?

If public universities are leaning towards this direction, what sort of doctorate and masters graduates will we locally produce? Some of our undergraduates are already of questionable quality and is that not enough?

Not everyone can afford to go abroad, however much they want and deserve to. I look at the children of our generation and their children after them. I cannot see what good they will get from our continuously failing education system.

This is very, very bad. Is there nothing we can do?

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