Category Archives: Love

I Didn’t Do Anything Wrong

In my last affair, I call it an affair as I felt conditioned, I feel I didn’t do anything wrong. I use the term wrong loosely and I shall explain why.

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Que Sera, Sera. Whatever Will Be Will Be.

The effort I have gone through to define, find and identify the ideal man has more often then so taken me to hell and back. Quite a few times too. Never did I ever think or anticipate that love is … Continue reading

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Another Wise Woman

I read Sara Teasdales poem earlier on today and I felt it. Poetry hardly ever does that to me, I guess this might just be the beginning of something new. She sounds wise but looks more heartbroken in pictures. She … Continue reading

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I am Yet to Find a Man to Out-Run Her ‘Flower-Buying’

I woke up in a haze, eyes all puffy and the little-man-with-a-hammer in my head was back again. Lovely. I checked the time and realised I should have been at work 9 minutes ago. Lovely. I smell of Raki, from … Continue reading

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