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What! No Tea and Scones Again?
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No Tea and Scones Again? Grin, bear it and think of England. Wednesday, 27 May 2015. STOP KILLING STREET PHOTOGRAPHY. Here, I’ll be talking about a wildly popular genre of photography: street photography. I will try to explain what the experts think it is, why it’s so popular and how street photography might end-up killing itself. This is relevant simply because it will hopefully help us became better (street) photographers. Now let’s look at what the experts think street photography might be. ...Over th...
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What! No Tea and Scones Again?
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No Tea and Scones Again? Grin, bear it and think of England. Wednesday, 6 May 2015. Blue Bench (Part 4). Embun pulled the curtain aside ever so slightly. She discreetly studied the man who sat at the garden bench of the holiday cottage’s immaculate lawn. He looked to be in his late fifties – maybe two or three years older than her mother. 8220;That’s him, Abang… ” Embun whispered to her husband. 8220;That’s him. Encik Azhar, you know, Ibu’s boyfriend from her London days.”. 8220;And, young lady, it would...
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What! No Tea and Scones Again?
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No Tea and Scones Again? Grin, bear it and think of England. Monday, 11 May 2015. People Will Change; Things will End. People fall in love all the time. That’s not going to change anytime soon. Another thing that doesn’t change is when people do fall in love, they tend to think (or hope) that it will last forever. Let’s think about this for a moment. Forever? I mean, what are the odds of that translating itself into reality? Are we the same person we were a year ago? I mean, seriously, what are the odds?
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What! No Tea and Scones Again?
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No Tea and Scones Again? Grin, bear it and think of England. Wednesday, 6 May 2015. The Blue Bench (Part 2). Except for Azhar, there was not a single soul at Regent’s Park that day. He had been waiting for her at the blue bench – their blue bench. Where was she? She could be down with a cold. That’s it! Could this be how it was supposed to end? But in his heart he also knew that even if they had to go their separate ways, they’d find each other again – someday. 8212;— / / / / / ——. She felt a tear fall d...
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What! No Tea and Scones Again?: May 2015
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No Tea and Scones Again? Grin, bear it and think of England. Wednesday, 27 May 2015. STOP KILLING STREET PHOTOGRAPHY. Here, I’ll be talking about a wildly popular genre of photography: street photography. I will try to explain what the experts think it is, why it’s so popular and how street photography might end-up killing itself. This is relevant simply because it will hopefully help us became better (street) photographers. Now let’s look at what the experts think street photography might be. ...Over th...
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What! No Tea and Scones Again?
http://thebluebench.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-blue-bench-part-3-thetable-lamp.html
No Tea and Scones Again? Grin, bear it and think of England. Wednesday, 6 May 2015. The Blue Bench (Part 3). Looking back, she shouldn’t have asked him for a demo. It was perhaps the biggest single mistake she had ever made. But when she persisted, he led her to a quiet corner of the shop. He cleared his throat, asked to be excused if his performance was not up to par, and began his version of James Taylor’s classic, ‘Fire and Rain’. That was when he stole her heart. But did he know it as well? Despite a...
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What! No Tea and Scones Again?
http://thebluebench.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-blue-bench-part-1-everyfriday.html
No Tea and Scones Again? Grin, bear it and think of England. Wednesday, 6 May 2015. The Blue Bench (Part 1). Sarah turned to Azhar. “Doesn’t she ever ask you where you go every Friday, armed with that flask? 8220;She doesn’t know about this flask, Sarah. I leave it at a friend’s place. I’d drop by there first, make us some coffee and then make my way here.”. 8220;What a tangled web we weave…” she said, almost to herself. 8220;And what about you, Sarah? He hardly notices me even when I’m at home! They nib...
