<?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-2651731832735781854</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:18:11.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classified information</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classified--information.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651731832735781854/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classified--information.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anil Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196204260193820528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tpFYZIKCQU/TY4pql2U3zI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BDCkcvnkhUw/s220/193478_117923348282487_100001944670643_127034_4288437_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651731832735781854.post-3208246049339400869</id><published>2009-07-26T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:44:48.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>Money makes the world go round but money does have its pros and cons. Its pros are that money pays the Bills, Housing, Daily Necessities, Family Planning and every other things in life that needs to be bought. The bread giver of the family usually provides the house with the income and its with this income that pays for everything.  However, too much money may make a person more greedier for money. Thus the lust for more money occurs and the person may be more devious and cunning just to earn more money. This type of person will have money revolving around his head all the time but we must know that having a lot of money does not give us friendship, love and happiness. We cannot buy friends, love but there is a certain extent of buying happiness. We have got to earn friends and not buy. The same goes for love. However, for people who demand more money, they are also buying happiness as they are buying things that makes them happy. When you have earn money easily, you also lose money easily. There are certain extents that people should consider, Saving money or by not spending on unnecessary items.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651731832735781854-3208246049339400869?l=classified--information.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classified--information.blogspot.com/feeds/3208246049339400869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://classified--information.blogspot.com/2009/07/money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651731832735781854/posts/default/3208246049339400869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651731832735781854/posts/default/3208246049339400869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classified--information.blogspot.com/2009/07/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>Anil Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196204260193820528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tpFYZIKCQU/TY4pql2U3zI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BDCkcvnkhUw/s220/193478_117923348282487_100001944670643_127034_4288437_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651731832735781854.post-7340984639452307840</id><published>2009-07-24T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:13:10.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>Courtesy of Hui Min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people get jealous? People get jealous for the very pathetic reason. We get jealous over studies, love and most importantly, Family. When an unxepected person gets a certain grade for his examination or test,ETC. The person tends to make other peers jealous by flaunting his or her marks. Why must that person do it? The reason behind it is because the person thinks to highly of himself or herself. There is also jealousy in Love. When a person is in love with another person, jealousy can be easily aroused if there is a third party. However, if the third party simply talks about studies, the opposing party tends to get jealous. It is not wrong to talk about, but when jealousy is in the air, Sparks start to fly. I dare not elaborate. People get jealous in family as well, especially between the siblings. The siblings do not like to be compared with each other as jealousy will come in the way when someone receives a compliment but not the other sibling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651731832735781854-7340984639452307840?l=classified--information.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classified--information.blogspot.com/feeds/7340984639452307840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://classified--information.blogspot.com/2009/07/jealousy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651731832735781854/posts/default/7340984639452307840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651731832735781854/posts/default/7340984639452307840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classified--information.blogspot.com/2009/07/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>Anil Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196204260193820528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tpFYZIKCQU/TY4pql2U3zI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BDCkcvnkhUw/s220/193478_117923348282487_100001944670643_127034_4288437_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651731832735781854.post-2031841522117157276</id><published>2009-07-23T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:41:10.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage love affair</title><content type='html'>Does falling in love satiate your lust for the opposite gender? Does it lead to Unexpected relationships? Does love create complications? What is love? &lt;br /&gt;Falling in love is not wrong. There are time when we need someone to be loving and dear to us. When some people lack family love, the feeling of wanting to be love comes in and most of the time, it does satiate the need to feel loved. Often true love leads to decent relationships but its fake love that leads to complication and to lead to underage sex and pregnancy. If everybody could be decent, pregnancy can be prevented. Usually most girls who get pregnant goes for abortion. Abortion you might ask? Well its a cruel thing. Why have sex when you cannot commit to taking care of the baby? And then you kill an innocent life? This is inhumane. Have you ever asked yourself what the infant may have become? The infant probably won't know how he died. To make matters worse, you disgrace your parents into having intimate relationships. So don't have a relationship unless you are capable of making good commitment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651731832735781854-2031841522117157276?l=classified--information.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classified--information.blogspot.com/feeds/2031841522117157276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://classified--information.blogspot.com/2009/07/teenage-love-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651731832735781854/posts/default/2031841522117157276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651731832735781854/posts/default/2031841522117157276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classified--information.blogspot.com/2009/07/teenage-love-affair.html' title='Teenage love affair'/><author><name>Anil Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196204260193820528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tpFYZIKCQU/TY4pql2U3zI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BDCkcvnkhUw/s220/193478_117923348282487_100001944670643_127034_4288437_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651731832735781854.post-3191848911489938969</id><published>2009-07-22T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:27:39.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s451.photobucket.com/albums/qq233/anildass17/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7220383.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i451.photobucket.com/albums/qq233/anildass17/P7220383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Courtesy of Anil Dass&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this look familiar? Yes it is. It is a rubbish bin. We have many of this around our clean and green city. But why is it that we hardly use it? Why do most of us litter when there are rubbish bins around every corner? Is it because we are lazy or we cannot just be bothered? Truth is, most of us take things for granted. We plainly dumb garbage wherever we please. Some of us are so lazy that even if there is a rubbish bin nearby, we dumped it on the pavements. This is not only a disgusting habit but also a disgrace to society. It is not difficult to just walk up to a rubbish bin and dump our trash. It takes the effort of everyone to play a part in keeping the environment clean. If we can follow this habit, We are one step closer to saving Gaia. All we have to do is be Responsible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651731832735781854-3191848911489938969?l=classified--information.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classified--information.blogspot.com/feeds/3191848911489938969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://classified--information.blogspot.com/2009/07/cleaning-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651731832735781854/posts/default/3191848911489938969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651731832735781854/posts/default/3191848911489938969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classified--information.blogspot.com/2009/07/cleaning-up.html' title='Cleaning up.'/><author><name>Anil Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196204260193820528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tpFYZIKCQU/TY4pql2U3zI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BDCkcvnkhUw/s220/193478_117923348282487_100001944670643_127034_4288437_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651731832735781854.post-1286914914339014946</id><published>2009-07-21T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:10:40.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bianda Cheong</title><content type='html'>My third Interviewee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bianda Cheong is a very brilliant girl with the driving passion for Korean and Japanese  superstars. When asked to choose which she prefers, she claims that she prefers Korean superstars as the guys are much hotter and the girls are extremely cute. Bianda will be turning 16 in a month's time. She is also known to be a very good artist. She willingly proclaims that she is artistic. Readers have to agree with this fact as she has flawless drawings. When asked if she could manage her Schoolwork and her hobby of drawing, She humbly replied back saying that she can manage both equally. She tends to be an attention seeker when she is happy. This is because she loves to make everyone happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651731832735781854-1286914914339014946?l=classified--information.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classified--information.blogspot.com/feeds/1286914914339014946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://classified--information.blogspot.com/2009/07/bianda-cheong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651731832735781854/posts/default/1286914914339014946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651731832735781854/posts/default/1286914914339014946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classified--information.blogspot.com/2009/07/bianda-cheong.html' title='Bianda Cheong'/><author><name>Anil Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196204260193820528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tpFYZIKCQU/TY4pql2U3zI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BDCkcvnkhUw/s220/193478_117923348282487_100001944670643_127034_4288437_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651731832735781854.post-93741289245280193</id><published>2009-07-21T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:30:23.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Niki Akila</title><content type='html'>My Second Interviewee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niki Akila is a very pleasant 15 year old. She also likes to take facebook quizzes such as "Whats my mat/minah name. Results show that she was not too happy with the name "Ayang Nawtie". Being a huge fan of Ex School Principal, Mr Loke, She claims that she is willing to do anything to get a photo with him. She is known to worship Mr Loke and cherishes a photo of him. She has the tendency to scream when anyone mentions the supernatural. She is extremely afraid of supernatural beings starting with the letter 'P' such as the very famous 'Pontianak' and 'Pochong'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651731832735781854-93741289245280193?l=classified--information.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classified--information.blogspot.com/feeds/93741289245280193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://classified--information.blogspot.com/2009/07/niki-akila.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651731832735781854/posts/default/93741289245280193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651731832735781854/posts/default/93741289245280193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classified--information.blogspot.com/2009/07/niki-akila.html' title='Niki Akila'/><author><name>Anil Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196204260193820528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tpFYZIKCQU/TY4pql2U3zI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BDCkcvnkhUw/s220/193478_117923348282487_100001944670643_127034_4288437_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2651731832735781854.post-323632541435573892</id><published>2009-07-21T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:47:34.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jensen Ng</title><content type='html'>My first interviewee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen Ng is a 15 year old boy who likes to disturb his classmate Niki Akila. He has many hobbies, some which include photography and blogging. During his free time, He loves to take weird quizzes such as a "mat/minah quiz. Some of these names include "Baby Boi and Kai Bangkhai. However he hates almost everything except himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2651731832735781854-323632541435573892?l=classified--information.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classified--information.blogspot.com/feeds/323632541435573892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://classified--information.blogspot.com/2009/07/jensen-ng.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651731832735781854/posts/default/323632541435573892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2651731832735781854/posts/default/323632541435573892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classified--information.blogspot.com/2009/07/jensen-ng.html' title='Jensen Ng'/><author><name>Anil Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196204260193820528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tpFYZIKCQU/TY4pql2U3zI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BDCkcvnkhUw/s220/193478_117923348282487_100001944670643_127034_4288437_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
