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<rss version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>Sand between my toes</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @bethsamuel)</generator><link>http://www.beth.my/</link><item><title>(via thingssheloves)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5djpydG3x1qa2txho1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://thingssheloves.tumblr.com/"&gt;thingssheloves&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.beth.my/post/802256624</link><guid>http://www.beth.my/post/802256624</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 22:58:45 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>lifeliveson:

-I turn to walk away, but you brighten up my...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4xmf9p54z1qac46xo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeliveson.tumblr.com/post/761522343/i-turn-to-walk-away-but-you-brighten-up-my-day"&gt;lifeliveson&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I turn to walk away, but you brighten up my day-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://www.beth.my/post/802246359</link><guid>http://www.beth.my/post/802246359</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 22:55:02 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Breathe</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One. Two. Three.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Please tomorrow, be better.&lt;br/&gt;For me.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.beth.my/post/802224497</link><guid>http://www.beth.my/post/802224497</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 22:46:59 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"If she loves you, if she really loves you, you’ll know it. If you can wake up to her staring at you..."</title><description>“If she loves you, if she really loves you, you’ll know it. If you can wake up to her staring at you and it’s not even mildly creepy, if you catch her smelling the shoulder of the hooded sweatshirt you lent her for an autumn walk at the beach, and not for B.O., if she makes you a pancake in the shape of a shark, if she calls you drunkenly at four in the morning “to talk,” if she laughs at your jokes when they’re funny and makes fun of you when they’re not, if she keeps her fridge stocked with Guinness tallboys for when you come over, if she tells you how she wishes she were closer to her sister and that her dad makes her sad: She loves you, of course she loves you.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Pasha Malla, “&lt;a href="http://www.themorningnews.org/archives/the_non-expert/does_she_love_you.php/"&gt;Does She Love You?&lt;/a&gt;” (via &lt;a href="http://thetasteof.tumblr.com/"&gt;thetasteof&lt;/a&gt;) (via &lt;a href="http://therealkatiewest.tumblr.com/"&gt;therealkatiewest&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.beth.my/post/665421152</link><guid>http://www.beth.my/post/665421152</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jun 2010 12:28:19 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Blame.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;You can’t blame me for feeling exhausted and used.&lt;br/&gt;I need to get the hell away from this place.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh and you know that saying about the people u love most hurting you?&lt;br/&gt;It’s so fucking true.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.beth.my/post/528432284</link><guid>http://www.beth.my/post/528432284</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 00:25:44 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>thelipstickstain:

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</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0urvaAQVr1qa2txho1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelipstickstain.tumblr.com/post/526204544/via-thingssheloves"&gt;thelipstickstain&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://www.beth.my/post/528408450</link><guid>http://www.beth.my/post/528408450</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 00:12:52 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>(via bottledmemories)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l10unkfes31qaz6obo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://bottledmemories.tumblr.com/"&gt;bottledmemories&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.beth.my/post/528405831</link><guid>http://www.beth.my/post/528405831</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 00:11:29 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>If you haven’t checked http://www.Shopiesta.com out, you...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0o3siTPfT1qahff3o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0o3siTPfT1qahff3o2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0o3siTPfT1qahff3o3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0o3siTPfT1qahff3o4_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0o3siTPfT1qahff3o5_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0o3siTPfT1qahff3o6_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0o3siTPfT1qahff3o7_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0o3siTPfT1qahff3o8_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0o3siTPfT1qahff3o9_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you haven’t checked &lt;a href="http://www.Shopiesta.com"&gt;http://www.Shopiesta.com&lt;/a&gt; out, you really should.&lt;br/&gt;Much Love.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.beth.my/post/510839854</link><guid>http://www.beth.my/post/510839854</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Apr 2010 23:45:54 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Do you have any idea how hard it is to tell someone your deepest...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxmajmFzUr1qahff3o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxmajmFzUr1qahff3o2_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxmajmFzUr1qahff3o3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxmajmFzUr1qahff3o4_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you have any idea how hard it is to tell someone your deepest darkest secret?&lt;br/&gt; I do.&lt;br/&gt; And it isn’t easy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; If you haven’t already heard about the post secret project.&lt;br/&gt; You have to read this.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://postsecret.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Here’s a sneak preview:&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.beth.my/post/381511787</link><guid>http://www.beth.my/post/381511787</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 16:35:46 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Love this.</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.beth.my/swf/audio_player.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/377594199/tumblr_kxie8eltzi1qahff3&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love this.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.beth.my/post/377594199</link><guid>http://www.beth.my/post/377594199</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 14:05:02 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Singapore Trip Highlights:)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxgnmgmiOz1qahff3o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxgnmgmiOz1qahff3o2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxgnmgmiOz1qahff3o3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxgnmgmiOz1qahff3o4_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxgnmgmiOz1qahff3o5_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxgnmgmiOz1qahff3o6_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxgnmgmiOz1qahff3o7_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxgnmgmiOz1qahff3o8_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxgnmgmiOz1qahff3o9_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxgnmgmiOz1qahff3o10_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Singapore Trip Highlights:)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.beth.my/post/375671009</link><guid>http://www.beth.my/post/375671009</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 15:32:40 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Family.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxgkuxR5NE1qahff3o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxgkuxR5NE1qahff3o2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxgkuxR5NE1qahff3o3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxgkuxR5NE1qahff3o4_r2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxgkuxR5NE1qahff3o7_r4_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Family.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.beth.my/post/375579941</link><guid>http://www.beth.my/post/375579941</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 14:32:00 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Control Freak</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I’m a recovering control freak.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I was thinking about this a week ago as I pruned a plant of ours that has lived with prabu for the past 1+ years. It just kills me to see the little brown edges color  the corner of leaves. But I just let it be.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If I let the control freak in me take control, God knows what would happen.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This one is turning a little yellow at the bottom.&lt;br/&gt;Snip.&lt;br/&gt;If only I knew the right place to cut this.&lt;br/&gt;Snip.&lt;br/&gt;This might kill the plant.&lt;br/&gt;Snip.&lt;br/&gt;I have to help get it just right or we’ll be wrong,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;snip snip snip…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This plant that we bought when we first met means a great deal to me.&lt;br/&gt; I suppose that’s why I hold back on all that extra watering and pruning. I’ve learned the hard way what happens when I do that, and this plant means too much to allow myself to get in the way. This time, I’m simply meeting it’s basic needs and stepping back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’m sorry I’m a crazy lunatic control freak.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.beth.my/post/352327666</link><guid>http://www.beth.my/post/352327666</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 16:58:00 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"Nothing is set in stone so get out there and carpe the hell out of diem"</title><description>“Nothing is set in stone so get out there and carpe the hell out of diem”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Michelle Francis&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.beth.my/post/350651170</link><guid>http://www.beth.my/post/350651170</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jan 2010 19:51:00 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>What some children do for fun</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Who would have thought a 6 year old boy will have so much to deal with being in std 1? I’m on my pursuit to rip s k sri petaling a new hole for allowing a little demon physically abuse Mikey. &lt;br/&gt;Govt schools aren’t what they used to be.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Right now, we’re just scouting around for a private school.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It’s really not the bullying that gets me, but the teacher who sits in class and does nothing. Seriously.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The bruises on his little body is just breaking the whole family down.&lt;br/&gt;But rest assured that we’ll insure that the school and the boy doesn’t get off easily.&lt;br/&gt;In fact, easily would be a gross understatement for the hell that is about to let loose.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.beth.my/post/347191876</link><guid>http://www.beth.my/post/347191876</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jan 2010 17:24:00 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but..."</title><description>“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Maya Angelou&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.beth.my/post/347185723</link><guid>http://www.beth.my/post/347185723</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jan 2010 17:15:44 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Events are fun. We get to dress up :)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwlbb0pQBd1qahff3o1_r2_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Events are fun. We get to dress up :)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.beth.my/post/345729033</link><guid>http://www.beth.my/post/345729033</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 17:21:00 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Excite me</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Now that #yorais isn’t as exciting and funny as it used to be…&lt;br/&gt;What’s next?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.beth.my/post/345720334</link><guid>http://www.beth.my/post/345720334</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 17:10:00 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Work stress has got me missing the sun, the warm sand and the...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw8dwzQgU81qahff3o1_r2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Work stress has got me missing the sun, the warm sand and the sea breeze.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.beth.my/post/333901492</link><guid>http://www.beth.my/post/333901492</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 17:48:00 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"They’re either married or gay.
And if they’re not gay, they’ve just broken up with..."</title><description>“&lt;center&gt;They’re either married or gay.
And if they’re not gay, they’ve just broken up with the most wonderful woman in the world, or they’ve just broken up with a bitch who looks exactly like me.
 They’re in transition from a monogamous relationship and they need more space.
Or they’re tired of space, but they just can’t commit.
Or they want to commit, but they’re afraid to get close.
They want to get close, you don’t want to get near them.&lt;/center&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Meg: The Big Chill&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.beth.my/post/333889206</link><guid>http://www.beth.my/post/333889206</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 17:33:00 +0800</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
