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ANWE-ISM : THE FIFTH TENET

Women are blinded by emotions ;
Men by women.
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Lucifer said…
lol...one of d best ismz in a long time!!!
August 29, 2009 at 9:38 PM
Priya Joyce said…
hahahah gr888 mast hei :P
August 30, 2009 at 7:15 AM
Rià said…
gr8 one!!so true.
August 30, 2009 at 11:34 AM
Vinz said…
:)

precise..!!

:)
August 30, 2009 at 11:46 AM
Dhanya said…
LOL! I agree! :D
August 30, 2009 at 3:19 PM
Abhishek Behera said…
the best one so far!!!!! so true.. hehe..
August 30, 2009 at 8:06 PM
Nikhil Menon said…
wowww.. :)

I feel blinded right now.. :P

Luv,
Nikhil
August 30, 2009 at 9:56 PM
Ratzzz said…
duh!!!

u hit the nail rite on its head dear :-)
August 31, 2009 at 12:32 PM
Anonymous said…
super! :D anwe-ism is gettin popular! :)

do write acrostics and poems once in a way too... not only isms :D
August 31, 2009 at 9:38 PM
Me said…
hahahahaha... that was too gud
August 31, 2009 at 10:24 PM
Thousif Raza said…
Really??????, but its so true, also sometimes its also the opposite mehek, dont you think??

good going ya...... :)

take care and keep writing...........
September 2, 2009 at 2:17 PM
Anwesa said…
@all the readers,
thanks!!!!
September 6, 2009 at 9:56 AM
Anwesa said…
@leo,
hope you get to read a poem soon on this blog....
September 6, 2009 at 9:57 AM
Anwesa said…
@thousif raza,
nay...there are absolutely no exceptions to this :)the converse is not true...
September 6, 2009 at 9:58 AM
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