<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685162</id><updated>2009-02-22T06:54:14.101+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams, Desires, Reflections...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.olivialoh.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685162/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.olivialoh.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Olivia Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01874625723960726432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685162.post-278590200854182703</id><published>2008-01-30T10:19:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T10:19:47.097+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Constant Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Arial&amp;amp;quot;,&amp;amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color='#ff6666'&gt;&lt;i&gt;Galatians&lt;br /&gt;5:16-26&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Arial&amp;amp;quot;,&amp;amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;There are&lt;br /&gt;also many contrasts in the life of Abraham.&lt;o:p/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Arial&amp;amp;quot;,&amp;amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;By faith he&lt;br /&gt;left his country; in unbelief he stopped short at Haran. By faith he entered&lt;br /&gt;the land; in unbelief he forsook it for Egypt.&lt;o:p/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Arial&amp;amp;quot;,&amp;amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;By faith he&lt;br /&gt;returned to the land to sojourn; in unbelief he took Hagar to bear a child&lt;br /&gt;rather than waiting on God. By faith he rescued Lot; in unbelief he lied to&lt;br /&gt;Abimelech.&lt;o:p/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Arial&amp;amp;quot;,&amp;amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;In Abraham&lt;br /&gt;we see the conflict of the two natures. The sin nature was constantly in&lt;br /&gt;conflict with the nature he had received from God.&lt;o:p/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Arial&amp;amp;quot;,&amp;amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;This&lt;br /&gt;conflict of present-day believers is described in &lt;font color='#ff6666'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Galatians 5:16,17&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"This&lt;br /&gt;I say then, Walk in the Spirit, and ye shall not fulfil the lust of the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;For the flesh lusteth against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh: and&lt;br /&gt;these are contrary the one to the other: so that ye cannot do the things that&lt;br /&gt;ye would."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Arial&amp;amp;quot;,&amp;amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;Verses 24&lt;br /&gt;and 25 of this same chapter tell us, "And they that are Christ's have&lt;br /&gt;crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts. If we live in the Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;let us also walk in the Spirit."&lt;o:p/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Arial&amp;amp;quot;,&amp;amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;Like&lt;br /&gt;Abraham, we are frequently inconsistent. But God is calling so He might lead us&lt;br /&gt;through to triumph. The Lord referred to Himself as the God of Abraham, not&lt;br /&gt;because Abraham was always consistent, but because he allowed God to bring him&lt;br /&gt;through to victory.&lt;o:p/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Arial&amp;amp;quot;,&amp;amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;God did not&lt;br /&gt;abandon His man, and in His mercy He will not abandon us. Grace is always at&lt;br /&gt;hand.&lt;o:p/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Arial&amp;amp;quot;,&amp;amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"God is able to make all grace&lt;br /&gt;abound toward you; that ye, always having all sufficiency in all things,&lt;br /&gt;may abound to every good work" (2 Cor. 9:8).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#ff0000'&gt;..............................................................................................&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ALL grace abounds towards me...Many times, i'm like Abraham too. My faith goes up and down like a ship wrecked with the winds of storm. And each time my faith goes down, it's simply because i have not stopped long enough in my "weakness" and "sinfulness" to call upon God. By Him, we CAN do all things...and nothing is impossible to those who believe. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#ff6666'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font color='#ff6666'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=50&amp;amp;chapter=14&amp;amp;verse=26&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse'&gt;John 14:26&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Counselor, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685162-278590200854182703?l=blog.olivialoh.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.olivialoh.com/feeds/278590200854182703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685162&amp;postID=278590200854182703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685162/posts/default/278590200854182703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685162/posts/default/278590200854182703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.olivialoh.com/2008/01/constant-grace.html' title='Constant Grace'/><author><name>Olivia Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01874625723960726432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06378505703894112429'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685162.post-5064568947064658387</id><published>2008-01-18T10:58:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T10:58:30.536+11:00</updated><title type='text'>God Knows What He is Doing To Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font color='#cc33cc'&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Arial&amp;amp;quot;,&amp;amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;Ye shall&lt;br /&gt;know that I have not done without cause all that I have done, saith the Lord&lt;br /&gt;God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Arial&amp;amp;quot;,&amp;amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;&lt;font color='#cc33cc'&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EZEKIEL 14:23&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;o:p/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;JOY is the&lt;br /&gt;lesson set for some,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For others pain best teacher is;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know not which for us shall come,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But both are Heaven's high ministries. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSAN COOLIDGE&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THE outward features of our life may not be all&lt;br /&gt;that we should choose them to be; there may be things we wish for that never&lt;br /&gt;come to us; there may be much we wish away that we cannot part from. The&lt;br /&gt;persons with whom we live, the circumstances by which we are surrounded, the&lt;br /&gt;duties we have to perform, the burdens we have to bear, may not only be other&lt;br /&gt;than what we should have selected for ourselves, but may even seem inconsistent&lt;br /&gt;with that formation and discipline of character which we honestly wish to&lt;br /&gt;promote. Knowing us better than we know ourselves, fully understanding how&lt;br /&gt;greatly we are affected by the outward events and conditions of life, He has&lt;br /&gt;ordered them with a view to our entire and final, not only our immediate, happiness;&lt;br /&gt;and whenever we can be safely trusted with pastures that are green, and waters&lt;br /&gt;that are still, in the way of earthly blessing, the Good Shepherd leads us&lt;br /&gt;there.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ANTHONY W. THOROLD&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Arial&amp;amp;quot;,&amp;amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Arial&amp;amp;quot;,&amp;amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;&lt;font color='#ff6666'&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Arial&amp;amp;quot;,&amp;amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;amp;quot;;'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Arial&amp;amp;quot;,&amp;amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We may not always know what God is doing...but the we can have confidence that God does. We can't limit God to our own understanding. Although we can't look into the future and understand all that is happening now, that doesn't mean that God can't. But trusting in Him fully is not such an easy task....i know cause I've been there umpteenth times. Which is why monuments were so important to the people in the Old Testament days and to us today as well. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Many times, when God had done a good thing, the people of old used to build some kind of monument to remember it. The common practise was to pile up some rocks, pour some oil on it. Short of doing this in your backyard and be suspected of witchcraft, you can write it in a journal or type it into a blog, like i'm doing now. But the main idea is so that, in the future, we can revisit it and REMEMBER how good and how great our God is and how He delivered us from our own weaknesses and shortsightedness. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Be encouraged, He commands His angels concerning you...  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685162-5064568947064658387?l=blog.olivialoh.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.olivialoh.com/feeds/5064568947064658387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685162&amp;postID=5064568947064658387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685162/posts/default/5064568947064658387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685162/posts/default/5064568947064658387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.olivialoh.com/2008/01/god-knows-what-he-is-doing-to-us.html' title='God Knows What He is Doing To Us'/><author><name>Olivia Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01874625723960726432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06378505703894112429'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685162.post-115042479840782763</id><published>2006-06-16T12:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T12:26:38.446+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss my Prince....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/olivialoh/84827803/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/37/84827803_d8c15dcfd3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/olivialoh/84827803/"&gt;He is SO cute la!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/olivialoh/"&gt;olivialoh&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am suffering from Prince withdrawal symptoms...I'm staring at his photo and wanting to give him a big hug but that won't be possible for the next few months....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* sniff sniff *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a dog is a man (and woman)'s BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They love you no matter what you wear, what you say, what you do, how you smell...They JUST love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They walk over to you and nudge you with their small cold little nose and remind you to not be so busy that you forget the important things in life - showing the ones you love that you love them. Yes, Prince, I love you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you shave their fur (because of a skin infection), they will feel insecure and refuse to take a single step. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. They are cute, cuddly, furry and warm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. They startle themself and quickly run away when they *fart*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. .....and there are 100 reasons why I love my Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh....&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685162-115042479840782763?l=blog.olivialoh.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.olivialoh.com/feeds/115042479840782763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685162&amp;postID=115042479840782763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685162/posts/default/115042479840782763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685162/posts/default/115042479840782763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.olivialoh.com/2006/06/i-miss-my-prince.html' title='I Miss my Prince....'/><author><name>Olivia Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01874625723960726432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06378505703894112429'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685162.post-115042395599066940</id><published>2006-06-16T12:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T12:12:35.990+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Surprises...</title><content type='html'>When you least expect it, life brings you to engage a big turn-off that you did not ever plan in your route. Lesson No. 1, leave the planning to God. Sometimes, we try so hard to make things work the way we want them to that we place ourselves into a corner. But something happens in that little corner. The claustrophobic person in us breaks down and we find ourself in a position of not being able to turn anywhere. Or so it seems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you hear a still small voice say, "Silly one, turn around and you will face a life of great opportunities and great plans." And you do, and you realise that your world has been so small and you have been facing the wrong direction all this while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stepping out of that little corner...i'm venturing out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that God is holding my hands and I am secure in His plans....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685162-115042395599066940?l=blog.olivialoh.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.olivialoh.com/feeds/115042395599066940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685162&amp;postID=115042395599066940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685162/posts/default/115042395599066940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685162/posts/default/115042395599066940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.olivialoh.com/2006/06/lifes-surprises.html' title='Life&apos;s Surprises...'/><author><name>Olivia Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01874625723960726432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06378505703894112429'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685162.post-115042269858184757</id><published>2006-06-16T11:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:55:38.356+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dawn of a New Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/41/85637783_d01bd43f81_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/41/85637783_d01bd43f81_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sun sets over a chapter in life, another day begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God is in control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not where i normally post. Perhaps i should...But for now, here are links to my other blogs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://olivialoh.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/"&gt;Friendster Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685162-115042269858184757?l=blog.olivialoh.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://olivialoh.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/' title='The Dawn of a New Day'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.olivialoh.com/feeds/115042269858184757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685162&amp;postID=115042269858184757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685162/posts/default/115042269858184757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685162/posts/default/115042269858184757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.olivialoh.com/2006/06/dawn-of-new-day.html' title='The Dawn of a New Day'/><author><name>Olivia Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01874625723960726432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06378505703894112429'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685162.post-109756271923806716</id><published>2004-10-12T16:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T16:31:59.236+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Everyone!</title><content type='html'>Still very new to this blogging thing but i am sure this is going to be interesting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685162-109756271923806716?l=blog.olivialoh.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.olivialoh.com/feeds/109756271923806716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8685162&amp;postID=109756271923806716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685162/posts/default/109756271923806716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685162/posts/default/109756271923806716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.olivialoh.com/2004/10/hello-everyone.html' title='Hello Everyone!'/><author><name>Olivia Loh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01874625723960726432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06378505703894112429'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>