tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420910232457800096.post6857616099881904752..comments2023-10-26T19:39:44.882+08:00Comments on Hazia's Reflections 2: Surreal and SensualHaziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01777527354266474628noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420910232457800096.post-1111433530932682612008-12-10T09:34:00.000+08:002008-12-10T09:34:00.000+08:00Lee,Thanks, yeah, I need a lot of practice. It fee...Lee,<BR/>Thanks, yeah, I need a lot of practice. It feels good to progress.<BR/><BR/>You keep your old faded diaries? That explains the vividness of your entries, as if the stories had just happened yesterday, hehe...Haziahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01777527354266474628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1420910232457800096.post-14925937776783403002008-12-09T04:03:00.000+08:002008-12-09T04:03:00.000+08:00Hi Hazia, Wow, love your eloquence, and you do wri...Hi Hazia, Wow, love your eloquence, and you do write very well. Wayyyy to go, Hazia.<BR/>Keep it up, you'll be very good soon.<BR/>It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? <BR/><BR/>For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00659078775260068702noreply@blogger.com