tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196023842011-04-22T00:56:38.792+01:00Do not accept the roles that society foist on you. Recreate yourself by forging a new identity, one that commands attention and never bores the audience. BE THE MASTER OF YOUR OWN IMAGE RATHER THAN LETTING OTHERS DEFINE IT FOR YOU!Simeon 'Mukorohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07028336180587629372noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19602384.post-4982027980284721072007-09-04T09:50:00.000+01:002007-09-04T10:30:40.810+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CuyKLwdRIlE/Rt0hXo3WafI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mC1HlCBOm_I/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106274242498292210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CuyKLwdRIlE/Rt0hXo3WafI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mC1HlCBOm_I/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CuyKLwdRIlE/Rt0hX43WagI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wLxnETjF7yo/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106274246793259522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CuyKLwdRIlE/Rt0hX43WagI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wLxnETjF7yo/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /></a> Is it the snake or ........<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CuyKLwdRIlE/Rt0hYI3WahI/AAAAAAAAABA/1r1fxRKlTdQ/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106274251088226834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CuyKLwdRIlE/Rt0hYI3WahI/AAAAAAAAABA/1r1fxRKlTdQ/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /></a> or is it the hmm........<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CuyKLwdRIlE/Rt0hYI3WaiI/AAAAAAAAABI/WX9lUufRXL0/s1600-h/untitled4.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106274251088226850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CuyKLwdRIlE/Rt0hYI3WaiI/AAAAAAAAABI/WX9lUufRXL0/s320/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Please tell me what u think, about this pix , could she be oblivious of what she is actually doing or what in god's name is she doing........ somebody please tell me</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19602384-498202798028472107?l=simeonmukoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simeon 'Mukorohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07028336180587629372noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19602384.post-19910079932832938012007-05-25T11:50:00.000+01:002007-05-25T11:57:17.266+01:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CuyKLwdRIlE/RlbAaJ6dy8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/02BjuIKtv2o/s1600-h/AA044141.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068449986222345154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CuyKLwdRIlE/RlbAaJ6dy8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/02BjuIKtv2o/s320/AA044141.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19602384-1991007993283293801?l=simeonmukoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simeon 'Mukorohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07028336180587629372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19602384.post-59621599734706668712007-01-02T14:09:00.000+01:002007-01-02T14:41:25.668+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CuyKLwdRIlE/RZpfXG18dOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rItwML_P4r0/s1600-h/46312.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015425985608971490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CuyKLwdRIlE/RZpfXG18dOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rItwML_P4r0/s320/46312.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Hey, hi its the new year, the 007 of our time , I really cant wait to get back to work, I dont know why I feel like this even though I know I am definitly not a workaholic, but then I am bored stiff of my daily routine all through this break.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Talking about this break, I met someone new, she leaves around the neighourhood. </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">Barely after two weeks of meeting ourselves, she sturned me yesterday, guess what she said, "Simeon I want to have a baby" i was shocked and wondered why she was telling me this, I simply roled over her and remained speechless for a while, can you believe that?</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">When I finally got my tongue blitting, I could not help but ask, who she wanted to have the baby for; come to think of it, all this while we were in my bed together, talking and gisting when she suddenly rolled into it .</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Any way I guess I have to stay clear oooooo, or what do you think, a girl that barely know you wanting to have a baby and she dare muster it to your hearing in your bed. </span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19602384-5962159973470666871?l=simeonmukoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simeon 'Mukorohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07028336180587629372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19602384.post-1133811496607454492005-12-05T20:37:00.000+01:002005-12-05T20:38:16.616+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19602384-113381149660745449?l=simeonmukoro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simeon 'Mukorohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07028336180587629372noreply@blogger.com0