<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486</id><updated>2012-02-12T06:25:24.986-08:00</updated><category term='economy'/><category term='Prostitutes as indicators'/><category term='Begining'/><category term='New Zealand'/><category term='Reflection'/><category term='people'/><category term='BOSS'/><category term='Rachel'/><category term='fate'/><title type='text'>Benjamin's Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-3798967784674798830</id><published>2012-01-12T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T11:53:16.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my favourite quote</title><content type='html'>"For any style of trading you should plan your trade and trade your plan. If trading is not effortless and stressless, then you are probably a losing trader."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-3798967784674798830?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/3798967784674798830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=3798967784674798830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/3798967784674798830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/3798967784674798830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-of-my-favourite-quote.html' title='One of my favourite quote'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-3766038162379894737</id><published>2012-01-10T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T09:18:11.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The third way to make money</title><content type='html'>There are 3 LEGAL ways to make money. The first I can think of is by offering a service for the right price. Second is to offer a product for the right price. Third is hard to describe. Money is made when the right speculation is made concerning the future price of a product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What value does the 3rd method add to society? The ability of society to execute the transaction of method 1 and 2 smoothly. In financial terms, speculators are paid to provide liquidity to ease transaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-3766038162379894737?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/3766038162379894737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=3766038162379894737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/3766038162379894737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/3766038162379894737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2012/01/third-way-to-make-money.html' title='The third way to make money'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-3459909321388922965</id><published>2012-01-03T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T08:41:14.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to deal with a mentally ill and dangerous person</title><content type='html'>Ok, you can ignore them, but what if he/she is your family member? You don't want to leave him in a mental ward or jail because of love. You don't want him to live on the streets because of love. You feel fearful living with him/her because he is violent and angry for NO REASON at seemingly random times, he also gets angry at people for no reason, he can't be reasoned with. What can I do? What can I do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move out, this will be my last resort. I think it is about time anyway but I will hate to leave my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The problem with having a blog is, I tend to write when my emotions are at its peak...... Not very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-3459909321388922965?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/3459909321388922965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=3459909321388922965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/3459909321388922965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/3459909321388922965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-to-deal-with-mentally-ill-and.html' title='How to deal with a mentally ill and dangerous person'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-5259438770510327529</id><published>2011-12-28T12:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T13:03:53.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The benefit of impressing people?</title><content type='html'>I have a friend that "have it all". Sure I am intrigued by his ability in business and happy for his success. However I notice that at least some of his mates does not share his joy in his success. After living for a while, I think I can safely conclude that another man's success almost usually breeds envy in most of his associates. With envy, good thing rarely happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore if i become successful in my own standards I will try to hide it from most people. I will only review it to the people that matters. After all even if I am fabulously successful one day I want my "yet to be" kids to grow up in a middle class environment in a normal neighborhood. The last thing I want is my "yet to be" kids to grow up thinking he is a cut above the rest, or thinking he is genetically superior. Don't laugh I have had rich acquaintance brag about their family's genes and claiming they are descendants of some ancient Chinese royal family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself am vulnerable to becoming a stuck up douche bag if I don't watch it. I have a realization that everything I have is given OR I inherit. Nothing I have is truly mine. I hope I can maintain my integrity in this world that is filled with temptation. Though I have big dreams and plans I wish to live simple. I hope my integrity will hold. Nothing good can come out from impressing most people if you are successful, it is good enough if your close love ones celebrate with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why impress people that don't even care in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-5259438770510327529?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/5259438770510327529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=5259438770510327529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/5259438770510327529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/5259438770510327529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2011/12/benefit-of-impressing-people.html' title='The benefit of impressing people?'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-1608510250796870016</id><published>2011-12-28T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:42:20.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inteligent and cocky</title><content type='html'>Have you ever met a smart person that gives good advice but he annoys the hell out of you with his/her arrogance? Well these people come by every now and then. Sure they lack PR skills but you sure can benefit if you can look past their attitude and listen to what they have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-1608510250796870016?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/1608510250796870016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=1608510250796870016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/1608510250796870016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/1608510250796870016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2011/12/inteligent-and-cocky.html' title='Inteligent and cocky'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-4883068779295661424</id><published>2011-09-19T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T05:10:13.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to choose a woman/trade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Folks this is a post that I posted on a trading forum where only traders are reading. I thought I would like to share it here. Some of the terms here are trading terms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha that was a funny analogy. Lets say in this world all the girls are "easy" to tackle, like trading, any trades are easy to take anyway. Just choosing a blue eye blond has its risk, because she might have blue contact or dyed her hair. But if she confluence with, she has her own house, she got more money than you, she got a high paying job and she got a liveable and generous attitude. At least if she fake you out, eg her hair and eye color was fake, you still got a good deal and choice to exit at break even. But say she confluence with having a lot of wealth! Dude you just hit a home run, you will exit with a home run or you can try to sponge on her living like a king until she gets fed up and then exit with more(this is called trailing your stop lost remember exit is important). Does it happen often? no. But say you pick every blue eye blond that doesn't have any confluence(like at least a job), dude, you are going to be working a day job for her up keep, therefore a lost! And when you 2 part ways, since you have more wealth, she will take some of your wealth and leave you at a lost, again! Hence the moral of the story is, taking only trades/girls with confluence is important to come out better off in the long run or at least break even when you part ways with the trade/girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PS: When I wrote this, I was serious about the trading side not the getting a girl side. That was just a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-4883068779295661424?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/4883068779295661424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=4883068779295661424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/4883068779295661424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/4883068779295661424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-to-choose-woman.html' title='How to choose a woman/trade'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-9067387615057544815</id><published>2011-08-21T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T21:39:08.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our humanly duty</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking about this for a while now, I think part of our duty as a human beings is to defend our rights and oppose oppression from the governing elites. I am alive today because my ancestors in China oppose the oppression and fled, my ancestors also oppose the murdering Japanese and fought back. The ones that didn't oppose and allow their fate to be dictated by the oppressors are all dead, especially in Malaysia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-9067387615057544815?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/9067387615057544815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=9067387615057544815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/9067387615057544815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/9067387615057544815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-humanly-duty.html' title='Our humanly duty'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-5006525723035405627</id><published>2011-08-16T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T13:18:50.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty singles plague</title><content type='html'>Oh no, I am surrounded by temptation. At my age I know quite a few single hot attractive laddies that I would like to take out, but if I do that, that will be cheating my GF. If I can convince my GF to become muslim I will have room for 3 more laddies(no pork is just a small scarifies), amen to Mohammad.... lol. I can then marry rich wives so I don't have to work, idiot!...... No I am just joking, really. But oh my..... there is a always a prettier rose somewhere or a taller mountain etc. If I make this a habit of mine that checks other girls over my GF shoulders, one day I will give in and shit will hit the fan. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I got a new tech idea for the geeks(Trust me wifes around the world will love me for this). Since face recognition technology has advanced, how about a special pair of spectacles that when it detect a pretty face or a curved-assed or an overweight chest girl it will superimpose an ugly old witch/humanoid-reptile over her, virtually of course. Therefore the only pretty thing the guys will see is their own wife/gf and they won't tolerate the sight of 'other' pretty things.... Yeah I will use it because, look, I am on a mission and I can do without some stupid extra complications and dramas. Ah, the urge to procreate can potentially derail a person and destroy his dreams. Is the risk worth the 5-30 minutes of pleasure in the bedroom? Heck no, because unlike your life goals, it is cheap and available.(the real reason is, loving one woman is more satisfying) But guys, trust me, you won't think like that at the defining time. Ok, if I invent that special spec I will be rich! Because wives are going to buy it from me. MUAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I am not serious about the reason I don't want to procreate with multiple partners. There is a religious reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-5006525723035405627?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/5006525723035405627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=5006525723035405627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/5006525723035405627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/5006525723035405627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2011/08/pretty-singles-plague.html' title='Pretty singles plague'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-5498133993358508990</id><published>2011-07-26T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T14:34:30.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing with sceptics</title><content type='html'>If you are an optimist you shouldn't be around skeptics. If you are generally open minded and a keen learner you shouldn't be with the narrow minded. If you do you will become like them. Skeptics are good, because they can point out flaws you might have missed but skeptics that are the way they are because they hate changes in their environment and their way of thinking should be avoided at all cost. There is no value from their influence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-5498133993358508990?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/5498133993358508990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=5498133993358508990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/5498133993358508990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/5498133993358508990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2011/07/dealing-with-sceptics.html' title='Dealing with sceptics'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-2588321656485455112</id><published>2011-07-26T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T14:28:36.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to direct your energy</title><content type='html'>I have to say I learn something new today. If the outcome of attaining something is not worth the fight then &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;recognize it fast&lt;/span&gt; and struggle for something worth attaining for the effort. The problem is when you spend so much resources struggling for something and latter to find that it wasn't worth the effort. Every time you are on to some thing you need to ask if there is a better way for you to achieve your goals/task. (Because there always is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a simple truth but I need some pain to appreciate it.... lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-2588321656485455112?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/2588321656485455112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=2588321656485455112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/2588321656485455112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/2588321656485455112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-have-to-say-i-learn-something-new.html' title='How to direct your energy'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-1398300132720902019</id><published>2011-06-30T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T08:24:31.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why you should not tell people about your traumatic past experience</title><content type='html'>In the past I had a god mother that died of cancel, I did went through quite a tough time pondering and accepting the lost of her including the following results of her death. Fast forward into the future, whenever I tell someone about my experience and I happen to talk about something they disagree. They always seems to link my disagreement with them to some perceived trauma I had when it is not the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say oh you think like that because you can't let go of the past when clearly to me it isn't.... Best thing to do is, don't tell people anything about your unusual events. Some people are so quick to make judgement that makes sense straight up without considering the unknowns. What a waste of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-1398300132720902019?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/1398300132720902019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=1398300132720902019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/1398300132720902019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/1398300132720902019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-you-should-not-tell-people-about.html' title='Why you should not tell people about your traumatic past experience'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-1963512667086636856</id><published>2011-06-18T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T12:24:47.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk drunk drunk</title><content type='html'>As I am writing I am half drunk, I didn't mean't to get into this situation but a friend from AUS just came back for a holiday and I put up with the drinking games, unfortunately there are people more tolerant than me and I got drunk accidentally.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like shit though. However I manage to meet some interesting people at the bar. I met the infamous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamoyo.xanga.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah a really interesting character she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3:20 AM tomorrow there is church. Luckily he is only back here once in a long while. Night club and drinking is sure not my thing anymore.... damn. Gosh I hate getting drunk and no I don't want to train myself I need to get up by 8:00AM everyday to start my day. There is another meeting with them after church tomorrow, I am making a point not to drink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-1963512667086636856?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/1963512667086636856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=1963512667086636856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/1963512667086636856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/1963512667086636856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2011/06/drunk-drunk-drunk.html' title='Drunk drunk drunk'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-6919067463968571089</id><published>2011-06-17T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T19:23:57.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The elites wants war</title><content type='html'>The bilderberg meeting has just concluded last week. Bilderberg is the unofficial gathering of some of the most powerful people on earth to discuss ways to forward their agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who do not know what their agenda is:&lt;br /&gt;1) One world government, and one world currency&lt;br /&gt;2) World depopulation by 80% (Eugenics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meeting they want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) A big war on the scale of world war 2&lt;br /&gt;b) Want oil price to steadily increase&lt;br /&gt;c) They want to carry the recession of the world into 2012 to force the Americans and Europeans to accept war.&lt;br /&gt;d) Expand their military involvements in the middle east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: The reason they want a big war is to enable their economic agendas to be carried out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the group that dictates what will happen in the world, who will become president of USA and whether there is recession or economic boom. Whether there is peace or war. It is in their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.prisonplanet.com/globalists-call-for-big-war.html&lt;br /&gt;http://www.prisonplanet.com/obama-launching-world-war-iii.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best I say to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-6919067463968571089?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/6919067463968571089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=6919067463968571089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/6919067463968571089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/6919067463968571089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2011/06/elites-wants-war.html' title='The elites wants war'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-7778492108036297292</id><published>2011-06-14T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T02:03:17.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Issues</title><content type='html'>Before I dated and consider myself attached to a girl I didn't have any trouble disregarding pretty girls I see and meet sometimes. But after being attached to a girl I realized that because of the restrain that is on me I tend to be curious about other attractive girls. Not dating them just asking them out for a drink to get to know them. Is this some kind of man curse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends will tell their BF "you can date and sleep with anyone you want but do not give your heart to them, it belongs to me." But their BF will tell me, they just say that so that we will be honest with them about our affair before getting into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so as long as I live I will have to consciously fight the temptation and be tempted every so often? I wish I can turn on and off my interest in girls around me because I have seen the result of the lack of restrain of other man around me. They bring a lot of grief to their own family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, there is so much pit falls in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now a really hot half korean/chinese (Malaysian) girl slightly younger than me that cuts my hair every so often tell me playfully that she will teach me Chinese when I was about to leave. That is usually an indication of interest and a hint from girls if they are interested in you and want to go out with you. I was tempted to banter back and exchange numbers but I did not. If I were single I would definitely play along and get to know her one on one. But I am not. (FYI: I have been seeing her to get my hair cut for 2 years now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. Being a guy can be tough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-7778492108036297292?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/7778492108036297292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=7778492108036297292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/7778492108036297292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/7778492108036297292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2011/06/being-man.html' title='Man Issues'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-3711925967129849201</id><published>2011-06-08T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T02:44:04.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to remind myself</title><content type='html'>Before I flew overseas to study and work I thought the whole world was like the world I grew up in. I thought certain people I knew where probably the best in what they do. After years of staying overseas and traveling to different countries and meeting many other cultures I more humbled in my thoughts about what I know. It seems that the more I learn about the world the more I realize how flawed my understanding of the world was and probably still is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came as a little shock to me. I concluded whatever accomplishment I have achieved there always will be others what have made greater strides than me. If I want to do better in that field I have to learn what they know and how they do it. If I become an owner of a company one day that needs a competitive edge I need to learn from the best in the world and not try to come up with everything by myself. And if I don't have the capacity to learn I will need to hire the right people in my corporation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I writing this? Seeing the work of other traders in the Forex factory forum really humble me. The ingenuity and creativity I see there from some of them exceed the best I have met in real life by many many times. If I am wise I will admit to myself what I don't know and learn from them. Going down this route and learning from the best is better than thinking I am all there is. I wish to remind myself of this fact as long as I am going to be in the business world. If I can glorify God in my business and achievements is all the better, but for now I can't see how..... maybe one day. I will learn from others!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-3711925967129849201?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/3711925967129849201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=3711925967129849201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/3711925967129849201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/3711925967129849201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2011/06/something-to-remind-myself.html' title='Something to remind myself'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-5780407431112916812</id><published>2011-06-04T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T11:23:15.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unique people (Traders personality)</title><content type='html'>Though extremely rare, every now and then I come across a person that will generously share his knowledge when it comes to trading. If you didn't know, the trading community which includes people like George Soros and Jim Rogers is shrouded in secrecy. People in that group are very protective of how they make money and what they know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first professional trader I have met was a person that not only introduce me to trading but literally gave me all he knew about making money trading before retiring for good about 3 years latter after 25 years of trading professionally. Frankly I was taken back and surprised when he showed me how this business is done right including all his trading systems and 25 years of his trading knowledge. I thought he was unique until I came to this forum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.forexfactory.com/forum.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This forum does contains people that are extraordinary traders and are very very generous with their knowledge. Some just give away their trading systems that makes some serious money and their reasoning is "sharing is caring". They didn't have to do it but they are doing it out of their own generosity to give back to the trading community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you explain people like that? knowing 3 person like that personally I would say these group of people that are generous act likewise because they are not insecure about themselves or their future and are very confident in their ability to make money from the markets even if the trading systems they use become useless. They are usually traders that are already very successful and just want to share it back to new traders and the trading community because just like me it was probably a successful trader that mentored them in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone aspiring to be a professional trader, in my humble opinion I will say that it is good if you find someone that have years of experience being a successful trader to mentor you. It is not a game for the faint of heart or average competence. It is extremely rare to find successful traders, what more the ones that are generous, but they are out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for an example I will give you a forum thread of a woman trader that shared a very good trading system. And it really makes money. Just go into the thread and you can gauge what kind of person people like that are like. They are not your average Kiasu Joe.... They are so good at what they do that they want to share their ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.forexfactory.com/showthread.php?t=257876&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-5780407431112916812?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/5780407431112916812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=5780407431112916812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/5780407431112916812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/5780407431112916812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2011/06/unique-people-traders-personality.html' title='Unique people (Traders personality)'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-5363191694444281923</id><published>2011-05-28T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T10:20:37.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prostitutes as indicators'/><title type='text'>Prostitutes as social indicators</title><content type='html'>As I drove back after dropping Jane, I passed by the old side of Miri and I saw quite a number of prostitutes on the streets. I haven't seen this many before. I am going to assume that prostitution have to pay well enough in order for a woman to decide to do it instead of a RM300-RM600 a month pay as a store keeper or a waitress.(sadly our local laborers here have to compete with cheaper workers from Indonesia or neighboring countries-No disrespect to them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this thought in mind I actually went down and asked 2 of them how much their service cost. The first said RM100 for a fast shot the second said RM60 for also a fast shot. The first was in her 20s maybe younger the latter was probably in her mid 30s maybe older. In order to justify the cost with that many prostitutes in mind there must be willing customers that will think it's reasonable or else deals cannot be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the increasing number of prostitutes can indicate 1 or 2 of these things about the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Prostitute's demand increase due to rising salaries of man or an increase of man in the working class population. (More paying jobs for man available)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Salaries for woman without qualification stagnated and have not keep up with inflation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 realities might be true assuming woman in general have preferences against being a prostitute should other sources of incomes become adequate. So rising number of prostitutes can indicate increasingly better number of jobs for man or/and increasingly tough prospect for woman &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;in general&lt;/span&gt; in the work force. Bringing in foreign and cheaper labors would also worsened the condition. Since our local man and woman have to settle for a lower pay to compete with cheap foreigner to keep up with ends needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I am not supporting prostitutes or condemning any here, I just thought this sort of statistics might be able to predict some trends. Maybe an entrepreneur can see this as a reason to import more condoms and buy up more shop lots for lodging.... Ok, look I am kidding alright? I think the increasing number of prostitutes marks the degradation of society as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see the world when Christ come back, where there is no more tears, suffering and acts of desperation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-5363191694444281923?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/5363191694444281923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=5363191694444281923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/5363191694444281923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/5363191694444281923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2011/05/prostitutes-as-economic-indicators.html' title='Prostitutes as social indicators'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-7501420022752991286</id><published>2011-05-24T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T08:11:05.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Begining'/><title type='text'>Ok I will start blogging</title><content type='html'>Ok lets see how far I can continue blogging lol, I am not a person that have the patience to sit down and write a blog but due to some request since the time I stop blogging I will give it a shot again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, what can I talk about.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok cool I am going to write something!....... Sorry I can't think of anything to write about..... I got things to do. For crying out loud just give me a call and ask me how am I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-7501420022752991286?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/7501420022752991286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=7501420022752991286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/7501420022752991286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/7501420022752991286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2011/05/ok-i-will-start-blog.html' title='Ok I will start blogging'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-5002080066712505394</id><published>2011-01-02T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T08:17:08.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>I can't show it in person. Perhaps its not in my character, so i will do it here. Thank you Jane for being such a good GF. I feel you as a very good and close friend would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-5002080066712505394?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/5002080066712505394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=5002080066712505394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/5002080066712505394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/5002080066712505394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2011/01/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-8120223453399433948</id><published>2010-01-02T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T10:35:36.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This year</title><content type='html'>Ok, got my goals, my vision in sight. All I have to do is to be consistent and smart towards it. Achieving it is not the means to the end, but a start for me. They say a real man's character can be tested by giving him power, we'll see if my integrity holds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-8120223453399433948?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/8120223453399433948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=8120223453399433948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/8120223453399433948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/8120223453399433948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-year.html' title='This year'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-7802779634180812879</id><published>2009-11-22T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T01:42:25.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant: What to do with a back stabber without a cause?</title><content type='html'>PS: this is just a rant for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do with an asshole that is back stabbing you for no good reason, and I mean for NO reason at all other than envy, 2 Options&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You approach him and tell him to shut the F up&lt;br /&gt;2) You keep quiet and respond indifferently about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will choose option 1, but I better do it when I am really calm and I don't feel like reaping the skin of his fat girly ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people that invest a lot their time and energy into causing harm to other people for no good reasons have really no F purpose in their life. Seriously, think about it if you have goals in life to look forward to will you spend so much of your energy and time to cause harm to other people? The extend this guy go through to do SH!T for no reason other than to feel good is bloody unbelievable, I don't F-ing understand that mentality! How the F did his parents produce this lump of pathetic and useless life form?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-7802779634180812879?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/7802779634180812879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=7802779634180812879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/7802779634180812879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/7802779634180812879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-to-do-with-back-stabber.html' title='Rant: What to do with a back stabber without a cause?'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-8666712118398171904</id><published>2009-11-07T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:08:11.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel'/><title type='text'>Tribute to Rachel</title><content type='html'>If you ever decide to get a German Shepherd dog love him/her as you would do to yourself because there will be a time when your little fury friend will go away forever. Rachel has been a big part of my life. I whispered to her ears that I love her before she left. Rachel I love you and you'll always be my girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-8666712118398171904?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/8666712118398171904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=8666712118398171904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/8666712118398171904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/8666712118398171904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2009/11/tribute-to-rachel.html' title='Tribute to Rachel'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-403164687977759883</id><published>2009-10-22T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:18:28.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of dating</title><content type='html'>I was out with my guys the other night and we joke on this definition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating- The process of spending enormous amount of time money and energy to get better acquainted with the person whom you don't especially like in the present and will learn to like a lot less in the future (Thanks Roy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy- Is a term to describe a woman with the sexual morals of a men (most men)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite agree but I found it hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-403164687977759883?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/403164687977759883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=403164687977759883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/403164687977759883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/403164687977759883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2009/10/definition-of-dating.html' title='Definition of dating'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-7603687327249355989</id><published>2009-10-17T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:28:47.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are all these coming from??</title><content type='html'>When my system starts churning out this kinds of profit from the market, I can't help but contemplate "where did all these money come from??" It bizarre, I mean I work very hard when i was designing my system to cash in on these opportunities, but actually having those huge gains at hand just conflict with my mind about money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-7603687327249355989?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/7603687327249355989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=7603687327249355989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/7603687327249355989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/7603687327249355989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-are-all-these-coming-from.html' title='Where are all these coming from??'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-7458999524153609023</id><published>2009-10-12T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:56:08.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human's frail heart</title><content type='html'>I found this anonymous letter from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am married to a veteran injured in Iraq. The last 3 years have been hell for us. His PTSD is getting the best of him, and I don't know how to handle it anymore. He does get help, which I am grateful for.  But, the anger and mood swings are almost too much to take. We know lots of couples who have divorced since returning from Iraq, over smaller issues that we have faced. I have stuck it out because I took a vow to love him in sickness and health. And I feel like that is what this is, it is a sickness. I could not leave and feel good about myself. I feel like he needs me now more than he ever has in the 10 years we've been together. But, at the same time I know I'm not happy, and at times I'm scared. This isn't where I expected my life to be. I spent almost 18 months counting down the days until he would be home. I spent many nights crying myself to sleep with worry. I couldn't wait for him to be home again with me. And, now I feel like.... "Is this what I was waiting for?? Is this why I cried all those nights??" When he was hurt, I rushed to be by his side. He has several life changing injuries, and through it all I have been right by his side. I feel like I sacrificed a lot while he was away, and have gotten nothing in return. I know this sounds selfish, but it is honestly how I feel. His depression is so bad, that he doesn't even want to take a bath. No one else will help us, so it's all left to me. I'm tired of being the responsible one! I feel like if I leave he'll be homeless in a year, and I don't think he would care. I love him more than anything, but I think it is time to start taking care of me. I think I have to start coming first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote up! 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see why she is doing it. I can also see why that ex veteran is moody. It makes me wonder, if the people I love is causing a lot of inconvenience for me but at the same time they need me, would I stay and help them?? Would I love them and support them as I should even though they are giving me hell? I hope when the time comes I will have the character to do that. I am just thinking, God went through a lot of inconvenience for me while at the cross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-7458999524153609023?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/7458999524153609023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=7458999524153609023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/7458999524153609023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/7458999524153609023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2009/10/humans-frail-heart.html' title='Human&apos;s frail heart'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-203062206720511382</id><published>2009-08-20T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:54:29.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sales person's crazy tactic</title><content type='html'>A church friend of mine in her 50s is a buisness woman, currently she is trying to promote a company she is partnering with(I found out latter). The company is trying to raise funds to start an ethanol producing oil palm plantation in indonesia. She approached me and started her pitch using classical salesman tactics...... This is the 1st time a well trained salesperson approach me with such a smooth speech. She was going on and on and on and on about why ethanol is the future, why this startup will be successful and all the good facts. Being a trader for a while when I analyze a money making system I will try to falsify my believes, meaning I will first try to prove that what I observe is wrong then if the system still looks good I will accept. Now this is supposedly a sales strategy that made me annoyed, it is, if the person ask questions you don't want to answer, interrupt him with a grandiose fact so that he will forget it and think about positive things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more she did that, the more the questions I want answer was burning in my head. She said something like this. Some esteemed credit rating agency from USA rated this company as very sound AAA, these are experts and we don't know how they do it but it must be true, then she said there is this financial company in NZ that is insuring this company from any lost. I then said, one of the reasons for the financial crises is that credit rating co that told lies, and financial institution going broke, do you think that is a problem? This is what she said, The chinese word for crises is "problem-opportunity" bla bla bla  and on with how good this co is. SHE IS NOT GETTING TO MY POINT WHICH IS IMPORTANT!! she is annoyingly avoiding it! She then went on talking and talking about all the good things about the company. Slowly but surely I started wondering if she is intelligent, because if you ask me, I will try to find all the faults of the company before I consider the good parts. Every system have pros and cons, and she seems blind to the fact that she couldn't see any cons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally ask why are you promoting this company whats in for you? she push it aside and ramble about the good things, finally I ask again after 30 mins, she did the same. Finally I interrupted her and said, you know what is your risk? you got many church members in to this, if this fails you might have enemies here. She kept quiet for a few seconds, she then push that aside and continue with her rambling. I stopped he again and say, I am not questioning your integrity, but can you tell me why do I feel you are trying so hard if there is nothing for you? She finally said this, Oh the company help us set up the office and the system...... ah I know now, she then went on rambling about DR who and who and experts that promotes this company..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom told me that these are sales tactics that works. Work?!! are people that shallow to believe that? She could have won me if she came with more facts and a balanced view of pros and cons than quoting some experts I have never heard of. When I analyze trading patterns I start with trying to find evidences that the pattern is just random noises first.... after rigorously doing that then I will try to capitalize on it...... Trading have really taught me critical thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, she said, many members here after hearing us will go back and pray about this, when they find peace they come back and invest a good portion. What do you mean go back and pray! and the condition to invest is if you find peace!!???? CMON! The right way is, they will go back and do THEIR OWN RESEARCH AND DO THEIR OWN THINKING, NOT FIND PEACE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-203062206720511382?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/203062206720511382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=203062206720511382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/203062206720511382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/203062206720511382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2009/08/sales-person-crazy-tactic.html' title='A sales person&apos;s crazy tactic'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-3861436479522168706</id><published>2009-08-02T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T06:07:14.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>I don't understand some people</title><content type='html'>I don't get some people. I would say about 50% of the population don't have the ability to think by judging and determining the outcome of their actions and control their emotions. When they get angry with someone/something many people will choose the "last resort" action. If you show aggression I will match it with my aggression, if you insult me I will sabotage your family/life/work etc. They don't think whether there are better ways to deal with the problem they will do what will satisfy their emotions and those actions are usually blown out of proportion followed by more bad results...... Man..... I don't get this bunch of people especially when they are way in their middle age. You have live life for so long and you still react like a typical 5 year old would at something unfavorable. haven't life teach you something so far? No? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 5 year old will react violently at something unfavorable like putting on a feat or hitting the other boy. But then you do get adults that do stuff like that and react like a 5 year old. Holy cow..... I don't understand them. Some people are soooo dumb to the point that even after you explain to them why so and so will produce results you don't want, they still won't consider because doing so and so doesn't settle their angry heart on the spot..... *sigh* *sigh* we only have so long to live, why not live to get something useful done on earth before we die than oh I am going to confront him tomorrow to fight because he pisses me off and no I don't want to consider any other option or think of consequences because I will still be mad. I mean I am just thinking, do you honestly have a normal functioning brain or is this all an act to watch me being fooled by some people acting dumb...... I just, omg I just don't get some people. It hurts especially when it involves people I know intimately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-3861436479522168706?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/3861436479522168706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=3861436479522168706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/3861436479522168706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/3861436479522168706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-understand-some-people.html' title='I don&apos;t understand some people'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-2245042461154107083</id><published>2009-07-23T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T07:02:11.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Zealand'/><title type='text'>Truth about New Zealand</title><content type='html'>These are my observation of New Zealand. I love New Zealand, I spend a good part of my life there, I finish Hi-school there and graduated from Auckland Uni. I worked in Australia/New Zealand for a good 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the outside, NZ seems like a prosperous country, laid back and relaxed. But truth be told, New Zealand is in terrible debt which stands at 21.2% of its entire GDP!! The reason? The National party led by Robert Muldoon in the 1980s borrowed a large sum of foreign capital to buy assets that did nothing to improve the condition of NZ. To this day NZ is still in debt with a trade deficit as big as 8-9% of its GDP! The NZ government have refuse any audit on the outcome of foreign capital borrowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all that in order to sustain a relatively high living standard New Zealand have been selling its assets to foreigners(big ones). For starters all their banks accept for 1(kiwi bank) have been sold to foreigners, do you know the implication of a country that is under the mercy of foreigners that own her banks? Even so there are talks about selling Kiwi bank, their only national bank! A recent study have shown that NZ productivity level relative to her population is the 3rd lowest in the OECD. So to sum it up, NZ is in a hole, big debts, large trade deficit, highly unproductive population(3rd lowest in the OECD) and relying on selling their assets to sustain their living standards. What have this result into? Ridiculously high taxes, increasing trade deficit due to money being siphon out to foreigners that own their assets and New Zealand being at the mercy of their offshore asset masters. Just to name a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think all these are by coincidence? Do you know what Alan Bolard their fed chairman said? "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A return to that borrow-and-spend behaviour before household debt has been reduced to more prudent levels is a clear risk, Bollard warns, and a threat to a sustained recovery." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is basically saying, we need to spend more and save less to get us out of the recession. He says this knowing that NZ is in a dire situation.... You don't spend your way out of recession, you produce your way out of it. Having NZ spending will put them deeper into a debt hole. NZ leaders know what they are doing to NZ they ain't dumb, judging from their actions they are purposefully running NZ into a crisis somewhat like Ireland. It is the same thing American politicians are doing to their country, running their country into an abyss. For what reason? The rabbit hole is deep..... I will explain it another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-2245042461154107083?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/2245042461154107083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=2245042461154107083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/2245042461154107083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/2245042461154107083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2009/07/shocking-truth-about-new-zealand.html' title='Truth about New Zealand'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-104617060776373135</id><published>2009-07-17T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:09:21.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Wall Street Banksters and Washington</title><content type='html'>I saw this &lt;a href="http://www.cnsnews.com/public/content/article.aspx?RsrcID=51162"&gt;online&lt;/a&gt;, The vice president of America Joe Biden said "We Have to Go Spend Money to Keep From Going Bankrupt" That is the dumbest statement i have ever heard.... When you are in recession or a depression like what America is in now you don't SPEND your way out of the depression..... You produce your way out. You produce goods that other countries need and that will get you out of a recession, you don't print money out of nothing! You'll end up like Zimbabwe. this is not economics 101 anymore, this is economics for dummies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-104617060776373135?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/104617060776373135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=104617060776373135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/104617060776373135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/104617060776373135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2009/07/wall-street-banksters-and-washington.html' title='Wall Street Banksters and Washington'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-2073420922015330656</id><published>2009-07-16T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T07:13:32.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><title type='text'>Definition of Identity</title><content type='html'>I have wondered since 7 this question, what defines our identity? Many would probably say our personality, our physique, our talents. But isn't that 3 properties of our make up a result of what we were biologically born with? Isn't it something inherited? How can we say it is out identity when clearly we received it all from our parents? Some would say is what you do that defines you. But then if that were the case I would ask what is the difference between me and Osama Bin Laden? Sure there's a trillion and one things but there is one answer to that trillion that will sum it ALL up, and that is this- I happen not to be born in the body of Bin Laden by HIS mother. To me that's the only difference between me and anybody in this world.... because really every other trillion things that defines us will root at only this- to whom were we born to. I can say with 100% guarantee that if I were born as Saddam Husein I will do exactly as he did kill the kurds, rape iran, not because I want to(speaking as Benjamin) but because I will be 100% like him if I was born him...... This is also the main reason why i believe that salvation or not, is already decided on the day your sperm reached your mothers egg. If you were born Judas the traitor you are fated to go to hell, if you were born Billy Graham you are fated to enter heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I hate thinking about it, but I cant help but act knowledge it in my life..... This is just my take on the world. If you ask me what i think is our true identity??? My answer is this- Our identity as individuals is the result of the sum of all the decisions our ancestors have made which decides everything about us, from where we live to whether we go to hell or heaven. I came to that conclusion purely on deductive logic, are these views supported by the bible? Yes and that will have to be another blog, i need sleep, zzzzzzzzzzzzz. There is sooooo many things i want to ask God if and only if I do make it to heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-2073420922015330656?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/2073420922015330656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=2073420922015330656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/2073420922015330656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/2073420922015330656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2009/07/definition-of-identity.html' title='Definition of Identity'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-809049211405678764</id><published>2009-07-10T18:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:52:58.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Social rituals</title><content type='html'>I find that most people that engage in debates and arguments are just doing it to make themselves feel better(either to portray an image of themselves or to feel smart), and so sometimes when I argue my point it does give some sort of impression that I just want an argument for the hell of it when in truth I just want to dig out more from the other party by stating contradictions. Having said that, this kind of social ritual is somewhat meaningless and non-productive, if our view of reality is somewhat distorted and reality is not constant then its not worth the effort proving a point that may not last. If your views are nearer to the truth, than it will reflect in your achievements and actions. My problem is, I find a lot of social rituals a waste of time, take say dating, there is a ritual that needs to be performed at the right sequence in which each sequence have to mature before you progress forward to the next sequence. (no I ain't talking about marriage its a different beast and I don't know about it) A friend of mine I met while offshore told me how he got his wife, within 3 days of meeting they decide not to waste time and just get married. I personally don't agree with hasty decisions but I like his idea of not wasting time on meaningless social rituals and get on with life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most personality types enjoy social rituals like flirting, small talks.... They do serve a purpose, for example the true reason why we flirt is to find out more about the persons intellect, is she witty? Is she in control of her own head? and generally its fun! All seemingly innocent social rituals have a purpose. Subconsciously in a group we tend to find the alpha male or female... more dominant personality will make sure he/she establish that and that all the rest will know it. How he does it? through seemingly innocent small talks.... I guess we humans are like wolf packs in which there are social hierarchy and the way to establish it is not through election, strangely its through a social ritual I call social positioning. When an alpha woman or man makes a seemingly innocent joke about someone in the group and the rest laugh, its usually to make that guy/girl conform to the alpha man's rules in a very subtle way. Its not obvious and unless someone have spend time learning this rituals no one will notice but through non-innocent words their heart and head will be moved without them knowing. There are many more examples that sounds like direct manipulations but I will just end and conclude here. Humans are a strange bunch, we are not direct in our intentions but when we want our way in a group we naturally utilize social rituals to stealthily control a group.... seen that too many times. I concluded that as sinister as it sounds on 1st impression, it serves a good purpose in society, because of the way we are made we will be chaotic without a system of hierarchy that will provide the rules and orders, be it in an organization, a group of friends or a cheerleader squad. Therefore God probably place those tendency in our heads to enable us to live together, a social hierarchy to keep the order.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-809049211405678764?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/809049211405678764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=809049211405678764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/809049211405678764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/809049211405678764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2009/07/social-rituals.html' title='Social rituals'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-4145948864925563684</id><published>2009-06-07T22:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:13:11.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BOSS'/><title type='text'>Locking horns with my Boss</title><content type='html'>Whenever I am given an intellectually challenging/stimulating job to do (or I voluntarily engage in one). I turn into what I call acute-autopilot mode, where I am more conscious inside my mind than in the physical world. There will be voices in my head helping me to work out the problems which works a lot like multi-threading and in that mode those friends in my head are usually more interesting than some useless gossips I hear at work (So if you come to me with gossips and small talks when I am in that mode…. please be realistic, you can't compete for my attention with those voices in my head). With that, symptoms like anti social, disregarding rules, isolationist, don't care about peoples feelings and giving a direct and unfiltered answer is what everyone will notice. Quite a few times being in that mode got me into social misunderstanding. This nature of mine led me to an incident with my previous boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running on autopilot mode I came to work as usual thinking about the architecture of the finite element program. I was writing it in C++. There was a memory leak somewhere in a 15000 line subroutine. My boss called me in to his room as I was about to log in to my computer that morning. Reluctantly I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sit down Benjamin. Recently you have been strolling into work an hour late and leaving an hour late or latter consistently every day. Although your job gets done rather efficiently and well, you are not respecting the company's policy and the rules set. I feel disrespected and disgusted by your attitude"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him shocked by his comment, because being in autopilot mode at that time all I was thinking in my head was this- Are you stupid? You don't expect me to waste time in the traffic jam do you? So I answered this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time is just relative to me, the only thing that matters is getting the project done perfectly on time, which is paramount. I don’t like wasting time, so I adjust my schedules accordingly to miss the AM and PM rush-hour traffic. The more traffic I miss, the more time I can have to think about the issues at hand. You should feel disrespected not because I am not honoring your work rules but because I think you are not at all smart and competent. If you were smart and competent, you won't get so uptight about getting your stupid little feelings hurt by your efficient and high-performing employee breaking the rules to produce better results."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon saying that I was feeling pissed because at that time what I told him to me is basic stuff and if you can't figure that out on your own you are so dumb you don't deserve to live. I also marveled at that time at just how a dumb fellow like him can get so high up the corporate food chain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stared at me, I could see beyond his eyes that he was shocked and probably pissed with what I said. As he crossed his arms I could see nervous tapings with his fingers. After about 10-15 seconds of cold and painful silence he took a deep breath and turn away from me and faced the window. He then said in a mysteriously calm voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get out of this room"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latter I felt that he was about to fire me but he held himself back. At that time my mind was so focused on finding that memory leak in my program that all I cared was solving the problem and perfecting my algorithms. It was only after I finished the project that I thought I was bloody rude. Since then he never spoke to me directly, it's usually through someone. I know that being in that mode has extreme pros and cons…. and honestly to do a good job I will hate to compromise on my work just to be out of autopilot mode. I must say that was a close call. In normal mode I am generally friendly and tolerating to a fault sometimes, but in autopilot mode, I have zero tolerance for stupid opinions, time wasting small talks and gossips. I will be a complete stranger even to myself. With every good thing, there is always the other side of the coin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611155452834745486-4145948864925563684?l=benjaminchow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/feeds/4145948864925563684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1611155452834745486&amp;postID=4145948864925563684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/4145948864925563684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1611155452834745486/posts/default/4145948864925563684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjaminchow.blogspot.com/2009/06/locking-horns-with-my-boss.html' title='Locking horns with my Boss'/><author><name>Benjamin Chow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712888703475501810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1611155452834745486.post-1232830166287399178</id><published>2009-03-22T22:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T07:19:46.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Reflection of a girl...</title><content type='html'>"Life is all about fuck ups and learning kid!" Growed RJ while I was staring into the deep blue sea from Songa Venus, a drilling rig off Western Australia. It was around June 2008. RJ-Ronald James a senior drilling engineer has been my close buddy while I was drilling for Weatherford, an old oil rig hardened man from youth. I kept thinking of her, a relationship that lasted for 2 years ended just like that. "Damn it Ben, its not like you need her, well if you want a girl like her again get your girly ass up and get your life back together again". I glanced at RJ as he was growling with a distinctively strong aussie accent, deciding on the spot not to reply. Sure I was hurt, and you would think a good loving friend like RJ will comfort you. He went on lecturing me as I watched the sun sink to the bottom of the sea barely listening to him. "Dude, I have been through pussy fuck ups myself, but you know what I got up! yada yada yada" Of all the joy and pain I have gone through in life suddenly it dawned on me that day that there are no emotions as extreme when someone you desire rejects you. "Ben its part of growing up! You are going to get out of this, you are going to find what you want" He exclaimed. It made a lot of sense but I just can't feel it. That night we flew back to Brisbane as we were preparing to go back to NZ in 2 days. Adelaide offered to meet me at the airport through a text. At that time it didn't make sense. I was dating Adelaide, she is a very lovely, sweet and beautiful girl I met a few months back but yet even while with her I still thought of my old ex, the one I have been with for 2 years. Adie sense something was wrong but I never got around telling her. We did many things together and it wasn't fare to Adie that I thought a lot about my ex. Its been more than 6 months since those incidents occurred, So much have changed, so much of my perspective on life has change. The main thing that destroyed my relationship with my ex was my insomnia….. I often question why the disease prolonged… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I entered my new job just to get far away from it all, I stumbled across what I would call specimens of friends. By this time my hurt has receded, my memories of her due to insomnia have faded. It was January 2009, the trees rustled above me, the warm tropical air filled my shirt licking at my sweat, the clear blue sky above Piasau Camp beach made me reflect upon life as a whole. The sand streched for 10s of miles, the faint sound of kids laughing from a distance drowned by strong wind could be heard. Sea gulls were screaming at each other in the air as they establish their pact leader. The crest of the waves hit the beach and whitened with foam as the waters roughly splash with the sound of synchronized roaring. As I pondered upon the things in life I found that at the end of the day in God's eyes the world is not about us. Yeah I have been thinking hard about the meaning of life. I remember telling Janice, "Jan, I don't know what this life is about, I mean how can I keep living when I know at the end of the day it accomplishes nothing" she looked at me with a confused face and replied "What do you feel you are lacking. You have a job, you have friends, you have me and Caleb that are near you, what more do you want. You should see the pastor" Her usual reply was I should get counseling. Its not that I didn't want to, it's just that they never thought about these things themselves. The break through happen when Jordan Lindsay told me to pray that I trust in God and just do what is right….. I have been holding on to things I don't want to let go. It just made sense to surrender my life and all I hang on to, to God.. I mean why hold on to a cookie while your hand is trapped in a cookie jar. I have always wanted to train as a teacher, not a drilling engineer. I always have a heart for the unfortunate students in the not so good classes where all kinds of things in their life are holding them back mentaly and emotionaly. I always have a heart for them. After all the only difference between me and anyone else is to whom am I born to…. If we were only to live for so long, it made sense to live it for God. I can only plan where I am going. But I know I will get somewhere. I guess for the 1st time since graduation I am feeling excited again about life. I don't regret any relationship I have had with anyone be it hurtful or beautiful, with all of them there was always an epiphany and something to learn. =) I owe it to God for my peace. 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