<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:33:55.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wondering Bard</title><subtitle type='html'>To be or not to be?Is this really the question?However life is all relative, if so then the question does not have an empirical answer!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-3845432119294408143</id><published>2008-01-03T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T16:36:47.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>Hello one and all, yes this to those who still read this desolate blog. It has been ages since i last had any decent worthwhile thoughts and time to post them up. This time is no exception. So i have sups to study for and blogging is a good way to procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so many friends getting married soon the question has begun to play on yours truly. I have always firmly believed that untill you reach 22-24 you should not get married. However with many friends proposed, engaged, married or heading in a similar direction all at the tender age of 20 or so i am beginning to wander if they know something which i don't. This bugs me immensely. I mean why so young?What is the driving reason behind a decision to commit yourself at such a young age?Are we eveb ready for such a life long commitment. Why the high divorce rate among muslim couples whom have married young? Don't the facts point to a conclusion which is contrary to that of the one my many friends have reached?All puzzling questions indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways long as they getting married least i get to Kit up :-). Which i am not complaining about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again&lt;br /&gt;Take care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-3845432119294408143?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3845432119294408143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=3845432119294408143' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/3845432119294408143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/3845432119294408143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2008/01/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-3764526094728663040</id><published>2007-09-28T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:23:22.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bardly Wonderings-Poetic Musing</title><content type='html'>More poetic stuff i wrote, this was a while back but it needs to be published eventually! If you sick of it look away now...oh and yes its mindless Dragan so hence i dedicate it to you ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we stand, Divided we fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're alone and we shall see how we fare&lt;br /&gt;everything seems difficult and a dare.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day, the first day of dark and dull and dispair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What once began must now end again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ode to the sad side of this life has begun and ended the ode to joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost it all, all through my own doing.&lt;br /&gt;No tears to run rampant rapidly flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though towards the end it was nought but battle&lt;br /&gt;i still miss that burning desire and steady mettle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that your really gone my eyes that were once closed are now truly open.&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i could turn it all back and never set this in motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wishes are but empty reflections in a clear pool&lt;br /&gt;Which, when we reach out to take hold realise are nothing but fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have chosen my path to tread.&lt;br /&gt;So must i march on without dread&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-3764526094728663040?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3764526094728663040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=3764526094728663040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/3764526094728663040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/3764526094728663040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/bardly-wonderings-poetic-musing.html' title='Bardly Wonderings-Poetic Musing'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-7936975084971429458</id><published>2007-09-24T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:20:37.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are'nt they Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Finally! It’s here. Mazozo and  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt;MJ present the top ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; gaming gals of all time! Yes i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt;t was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; conceptualised ages ago (by yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; truly) but due to certain people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; (names shan’t be named)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; the a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt;rticle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; is way over due but flip it. Here is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; how it works, we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; collectively&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; picked a list of gals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; then we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; decided to give them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; our own order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; rank (mostly cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; couldn’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; agree on who goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; where), so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; out further delay here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RpavTbt5iYI/AAAAAAAAADU/JA0tVgxWh-I/s1600-h/peach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RpavTbt5iYI/AAAAAAAAADU/JA0tVgxWh-I/s200/peach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086445577554200962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten: Princess Pea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt;ch- "Dear Mario i've baked you a cake..." Those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; words are burned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; immortal into my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; memory. Peach was, and is always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; cute and a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; constant damsel in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; distress. Who could resist? We had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; to save her in the orginal Mario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; brothers! For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; sheer cuteness she goes down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; as ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/Rpa85Lt5ieI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hHPI3urNtKw/s1600-h/CammyColor01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/Rpa85Lt5ieI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hHPI3urNtKw/s200/CammyColor01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086460519745423842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine: Cammy- Remember a game called Street Fighter? This was the orginal hot beat em up chick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; appearing from SF2 onwards i always picked her for her looks rather then ability.The pic here is an anime one, bit exaggerated but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; you'll get the idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/Rpa3Frt5ibI/AAAAAAAAADs/W-s0MqS5bt8/s1600-h/rayne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/Rpa3Frt5ibI/AAAAAAAAADs/W-s0MqS5bt8/s200/rayne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086454137424021938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight:Rayne-She featured in a game called blood reign. Not a brilliant game per se but try this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; To recharge her power she used to jump on a victim, wrap both her legs around him, and while biting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt; him on the neck, moan, loudly, for long. Very hot, she deserves a place just for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/Rpa46bt5icI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZBVA-JTqnv4/s1600-h/lara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/Rpa46bt5icI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZBVA-JTqnv4/s200/lara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086456143173749186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven:Lara Coft- What list of hot gaming gals would be complete without her huh?The orginal geek boy pin up Tomb Raider had fan boys salavating from day one.Eventually they created a skin so she would be naked as you played the game with her.The twin cannons get her into 7, she's aged a bit and there has not been a tomb raider game in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/Rpa8Sbt5idI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Mq9J1EJREcA/s1600-h/Rachel_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/Rpa8Sbt5idI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Mq9J1EJREcA/s200/Rachel_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086459854025492946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six:Rachel-Ok technically she was not a playable character but in Need for Speed Underground i waited with baited breathe for the cut scenes invloving her. She's hot and the only reason she's not higher is the fact i couldn't play with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/Rpa_ALt5igI/AAAAAAAAAEU/3iNwblJk5i4/s1600-h/eva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/Rpa_ALt5igI/AAAAAAAAAEU/3iNwblJk5i4/s200/eva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086462839027763714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five:Eva-Another non playable character, the chick saves Snake's life in Metal Gear Solid 3. Definately tough in my books is this one. She was pretty too!A perfect 5 just not nasty enough to make it higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RpbABLt5ihI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qRklifnNAiQ/s1600-h/kasumi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RpbABLt5ihI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qRklifnNAiQ/s200/kasumi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086463955719260690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four:Kasumi- Hailing from the DOA series there is just one thing i remember when i first played Dead or Alive with Kasumi "Damn look at those bounce" Yes people they bounce alot as you fight with her.Its been like that from the 1st DOA right till the latest!Not to mention the movie of her in a steam bath LOL.Just for the bounce she makes it into 4. oh and she got good moves to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RpbBLbt5iiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/thwPS35Rk_Q/s1600-h/Rinoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RpbBLbt5iiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/thwPS35Rk_Q/s200/Rinoa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086465231324547618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three:Rinoa- She's beautiful,1 of my favourites ever.FF8 was worth it just to see Rinoa dance in the fmv with Squall at the Seed Graduation.I love her.The love story of FF8 made it worth it, too bad Squall ends up with Rinoa...Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RpbChrt5ijI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bij5cerSp00/s1600-h/sophitia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RpbChrt5ijI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bij5cerSp00/s200/sophitia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086466713088264754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two:Sophitia- A hot gal with a short sword and small shield dressed as a greek goddess, what more can you ask for?The Soul Calibre series of games always rocked in my humble opinion it was the best series of fighting games ever, mostly because you fought with weapons. Sophia was one of the staple characters of the game from Soul Edge and though i prefered to use Killik(i'll beat anyone with him) and Rock during game time. I used to love looking at Sophitia. A very close 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RpbFmLt5ikI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HM91dww0TvQ/s1600-h/kaileena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RpbFmLt5ikI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HM91dww0TvQ/s200/kaileena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086470088932559426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-ZA"&gt;One:Kaileena- The main evil character in Prince of Persia: Darkness within. The Cut scenes were wow. She was a babe. A really, really hot babe. i'll let the picture speak for itself. I cringed as a killed her with the prince :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-7936975084971429458?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7936975084971429458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=7936975084971429458' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/7936975084971429458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/7936975084971429458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/arent-they-beautiful.html' title='Are&apos;nt they Beautiful'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RpavTbt5iYI/AAAAAAAAADU/JA0tVgxWh-I/s72-c/peach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-6262537573889225175</id><published>2007-08-06T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T01:49:40.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a laugh</title><content type='html'>I Finally went through some pictures i had on campus emails here are some of the funny ones i found! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095505921418412546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/Rrbfo20LQgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5ztTdpe2c4U/s320/howeaster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RrbfpG0LQhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eHlEgyjkAPA/s1600-h/volvo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095505925713379858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RrbfpG0LQhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eHlEgyjkAPA/s320/volvo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every Office should have one of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RrbfpW0LQiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8BCqubyttjo/s1600-h/ATT418278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095505930008347170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RrbfpW0LQiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8BCqubyttjo/s320/ATT418278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seems we not the only one's looking forward too friday! I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RrbfpW0LQjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gde_p-KKbRo/s1600-h/weekend"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095505930008347186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RrbfpW0LQjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gde_p-KKbRo/s320/weekend" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-6262537573889225175?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6262537573889225175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=6262537573889225175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/6262537573889225175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/6262537573889225175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/08/have-laugh.html' title='Have a laugh'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/Rrbfo20LQgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5ztTdpe2c4U/s72-c/howeaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-4533579495238227699</id><published>2007-08-06T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T01:38:50.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Day-Guys take note</title><content type='html'>The Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently a True story: I was happy. My girlfriend and I had been dating for over ayear, and so we decided to get married. My parents helped us in everyway; my friends encouraged me, and my girlfriend? She was a dream! There wasonly one thing bothering me, very much indeed, and that one thing was heryounger sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prospective sister-in-law was twenty years of age, wore tight mini skirts and low cut blouses. She would regularly bend down whennear me and I got many a pleasant view of her underwear. It had to be deliberate. She never did it when she was near anyone else. One daylittle sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations.She was alone when I arrived. She whispered to me that soon I was to bemarried, and she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome and didn't really want to overcome. She told me that shewantedto make love to me just once before I got married and committed my life toher sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in total shock and couldn't say a word. She said,” I’mgoing upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want to go ahead with it just come up and get me." I was stunned. I was frozen in shock as I watchedher go up the stairs. When she reached the top she pulled down her pantiesand threw them down the stairs at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there for a moment, then turned and went straight to the front door. I opened the door and stepped out of the house. I walked straight towards my car. My future father-in-law wasstanding outside. With tears in his eyes he hugged me and said, "We arevery happy that you have passed our little test. We couldn't ask for a better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family."The moral of this story is:""Always keep your condoms in your car."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-4533579495238227699?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4533579495238227699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=4533579495238227699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/4533579495238227699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/4533579495238227699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/08/joke-of-day-guys-take-note.html' title='Joke of the Day-Guys take note'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-2463946290133007471</id><published>2007-07-12T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T18:00:10.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been way too long</title><content type='html'>Yes hello all you peons, Denizens of the night, Fairies and general people og blog land. I hath returned from my jet setting across the country (well at least to dubs)! I have been busy busy busy conncocting a story for you lovely people as well as just being to lazy to blog. I blame the dstv. Yes and my holiday has been officially ruined with news that i will have to study!So what have i been up to hey? Well in my journeys and wanderings as a bard (a lonely pursuit indeed a story for another time) i have met the lone writer, Got my ass kicked by MJ in a night of games and realised that i'm gone too old for gunston (vodacom beach africa to you youngsters).All that and more! But i digress! What is the point of this post besides a general run down of hat i've done recently?Honestly i don't know its late and i had to post something and this is the half assed attempt i came up with. I've just completed my end of the triple way post thats coming your way soon by mj an the K man and myself! So i tired and irritable (it was a long post) now i just need to wait for those two bums to finish and we can post and thrill you good people of blog once more!Nways ppl im tired a i wish i could ramble more but i'm gonne colapse on this keyboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Heroes ROCK&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. MJ i will beat you at some video game someday that thrashing was not fair!Altho you gotta admit twas not bad for a person who just picked up the xbox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for the moment: Creed- Stand here with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-2463946290133007471?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2463946290133007471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=2463946290133007471' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/2463946290133007471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/2463946290133007471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-been-way-too-long.html' title='Its been way too long'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-4883102104258337254</id><published>2007-07-12T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T17:49:11.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the way too Durban...</title><content type='html'>We saw...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RpbLtbt5ilI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yq8dGw-Xwe8/s1600-h/29042007258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RpbLtbt5ilI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yq8dGw-Xwe8/s320/29042007258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086476810556377682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give our regards too Bala and Peru dude!Indians i tell you...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-4883102104258337254?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4883102104258337254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=4883102104258337254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/4883102104258337254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/4883102104258337254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-way-too-durban.html' title='On the way too Durban...'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RpbLtbt5ilI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yq8dGw-Xwe8/s72-c/29042007258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-1065955633454174695</id><published>2007-06-21T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T19:08:26.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And i'm Saying...</title><content type='html'>"with the windows down and the system up, Screaming: i just don't give a Fuck!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-1065955633454174695?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1065955633454174695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=1065955633454174695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/1065955633454174695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/1065955633454174695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-im-saying.html' title='And i&apos;m Saying...'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-638609440941003094</id><published>2007-06-20T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T18:08:58.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://huizen.daxis.nl/%7Ehenkt/plaatjes/respect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://huizen.daxis.nl/%7Ehenkt/plaatjes/respect.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a song by staind which has very simple yet serious important words in it. I can't remenber the title but i remember the words in a faded sort of way: Respect for your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;, Respect for your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, Respect &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Respect is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They have never been more right, respect is everything, yet its something that is sorely lacking today!Many problems stem from the simple fact that people lack respect for others and that they don't treat people with the correct manner and in the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect for your family- without it and without them your nothing. Yet spoilt brats everyday challenge there parents and bring them to their knees on a regular basis. Leave alone the spoilt brats even the older kids do it. Backchat their parents and trouble them to a point where they can't take it anymore. It comes down to the fact that they have an attitude and no respect. If they did they would do such things!Parents need to be accorded a certain amount of respect by almost any standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes down to attitude and how you treat other people.Just because you have a strong opinion on someone it does'nt mean that you must tell it to them to there faces if you don't know them! Always remember the old addage if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all. Much less if you hardly know the person! Keep those thoughts to yourself. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions, true enough, however that does not mean you impose it on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With respect it means respect for everyone not only friends and family but those people you don't know as well. It means treating them with respect everywhere and in all situations. With that comes manners and decorum. You have no right to treat people the way you want just to get a laugh or two out. Think if the situations where reversed then what? Would you feel so comfortable if people insulted your family and friends based on the colour of your skin or your religion loudly while in your presence? I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human beings make me sick. The way some people can degrade and debase females is appauling to say the least!That's someone's sister or daughter or wife or mother your speking about what if it where your sister or mother then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just ways off doing things and ways of treating people its just common good sense and it stems from respect. With out your nothing and don't say screw the world sometimes you got to give a shit and do things the right way.If not out of respect for others out of respect for your religion for it says in islam that we should treat those around us with respect and courteousy and if you cant respect a command of god then who can you respeect?Ask yourself that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-638609440941003094?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/638609440941003094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=638609440941003094' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/638609440941003094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/638609440941003094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/06/respect.html' title='Respect'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-3591377446904566251</id><published>2007-05-10T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T04:44:56.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brillaint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In light of recent hype....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062895877968821938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RkME-gUe_rI/AAAAAAAAADM/_N6VEDuRopY/s400/image026(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy..... ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-3591377446904566251?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3591377446904566251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=3591377446904566251' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/3591377446904566251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/3591377446904566251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/05/brillaint.html' title='Brillaint'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RkME-gUe_rI/AAAAAAAAADM/_N6VEDuRopY/s72-c/image026(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-8225122596981284055</id><published>2007-05-10T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T04:31:09.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Blog  Stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So i found all this on MJS blogs and decided to go wild heh here goes!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Click on the post to see it fully!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Iceman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/iceman.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tried to live a normal life, but it just wasn't possible&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a slacker, you rather tell jokes than cultivate your powers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powers: turning self and others into ice, making ice weapons, becoming nearly invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/"&gt;Which of the X-Men Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh yayy Ice Man lol damn i prefer the iron dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Kisses Are Medium-Hot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhotareyourkissesquiz/kiss-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kisses are definitely sexy, but you're not about to make anyone gasp for air.&lt;br /&gt;You take it slow and steady... and you ramp things up when you get the right signals.&lt;br /&gt;Your kissing style is adaptable and adept. And people who kiss you love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhotareyourkissesquiz/"&gt;How Hot Are Your Kisses?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmmm i need to test this one more... Any volunteers!? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are The Hulk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsuperheroareyouquiz/the-hulk.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super strong and super scary, you were never meant to be a superhero.&lt;br /&gt;You're not really into saving the world. And the world better get out of your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsuperheroareyouquiz/"&gt;What Superhero Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I would Have preferred the punisher but hey Hulk is cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Lemon Cake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcakeareyouquiz/lemon-cake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong, sexy, and overpowering.&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are, and you're not afraid to show the world your fabulous self.&lt;br /&gt;You're confident, charming, and extremely popular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcakeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Cake Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Hmmmm caaakkkeee....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Mind is NC-17 Rated&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyouhaveadirtymindquiz/dirty-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're mind is so filthy... you should should be washing every part of you out with soap.&lt;br /&gt;If your thoughts can go dirty, they do. Almost everything is NC-17 to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveadirtymindquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Dirty Mind?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lol this i knew... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/linguistic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.&lt;br /&gt;An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.&lt;br /&gt;You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view.&lt;br /&gt;A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Def me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Life Blogger!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofbloggerareyouquiz/life-blogger.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blog is the story of your life - a living diary.&lt;br /&gt;If it happens, you blog it. And make it as entertaining as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofbloggerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Blogger Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So sue me i never had a journal before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Quirk Factor: 62%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howquirkyareyouquiz/quirky-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so quirky, it's hard for you to tell the difference between quirky and normal.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt about it, there's little about you that's "normal" or "average."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howquirkyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Quirky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I would rather be this then normal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Good Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/good-friend.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always willing to listen&lt;br /&gt;Or lend a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;You're there through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;Many people consider you their "best friend"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Friend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only Blessing and my only curse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-8225122596981284055?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8225122596981284055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=8225122596981284055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/8225122596981284055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/8225122596981284055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/05/fun-blog-stuff.html' title='Fun Blog  Stuff!'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-1051857849593231031</id><published>2007-05-10T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T02:12:44.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Been A While</title><content type='html'>It's Been awhile since i have posted i guess i have just been busy with stuff and have had no time what so ever too get on to this damn thing!Oh well!Nways I hope everyone is okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my last post for awhile exams start in just under three weeks and i have so not started studying!Lol so i need to get started on that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the personal life well thats getting better, slowly. Im glad that one is done and gone somethings no matter how much you wish the opposite become toxic. Hence the title of this post if anyone knows music then they'll know that this is the title of a Staind song which has alot too it. Here are the Lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Been A While"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;Since I could hold my head up high&lt;br /&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;Since I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;Since I could stand on my own two feet again&lt;br /&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;Since I could call you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything I can't remember&lt;br /&gt;As fucked up as it all may seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The consequences that I've rendered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've stretched myself beyond my means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;Since I can say that I wasn't addicted&lt;br /&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;Since I can say I love myself as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since I've gone and fucked things up just like I always do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;But all that shit seems to disappear when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And everything I can't remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As fucked up as it all may seem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The consequences that I've rendered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've gone and fucked things up again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why must I feel this way?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just make this go away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just one more peaceful day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;Since I could look at myself straight&lt;br /&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;Since I said I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;Since I've seen the way the candles light your face&lt;br /&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;But I can still remember just the way you taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And everything I can't remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As fucked up as it all may seem to be I know it's me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot blame this on my father&lt;br /&gt;He did the best he could for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since I could hold my head up high&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it's been awhile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since I said I'm sorry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways all and all things go on and so does life. Went to the movies with Mary Jane and sibling the other day where i was peer pressured into eating mac Ds Bad chioce mac D's sucks the burger was putrid yucky bleh now i know why i hate the big yellow arch so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Ppl peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-1051857849593231031?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1051857849593231031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=1051857849593231031' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/1051857849593231031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/1051857849593231031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-while.html' title='Its Been A While'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-5438541988992889038</id><published>2007-04-25T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T07:10:42.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>Hmmm here at campus on of the many drives as most of you know is the need to satisfy hunger!And boy do i get hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before in the past i used to loathe eating at campus and stuck to my trusted pie from the cafe.However this year i have discovered el dorado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know by now, the former veg aunty has sold up too Uncle Cas and what was once only vegetarian cuisine is now both meat and vegetable! Now while veg aunties chips were good...Uncle Cas1s chips are better but however i digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter the golden Lamb. It's my regular order from Uncle Cas now and i think it should be NAMED after me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One mutton burger with cheese and chips, All sauces and All salad Uncle Cas!THANK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This burger is divine.Its warm,delicious,juicy,HUGE and most of all IT FILLS ME(ask my friends, they call me the human vacume, this is a hard thing to do...) LOL it is a heaven sent, Mana from the GODS!It is exactly what it says..A mutton burger with one huge ass patty, a healthy serving of chips in the burger and one good slice of cheese; all smothered in t-sauce,mayo,mustard and chilli sauce.All for R13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i usually reserve eating on campus for two occassions.It's either friday (special day come on) or cos i got up late and never had breakfast.However uncle cass's burgers have found me breaking the above mentioned rules on morer then one occasion!I blame my recent weight gain on these!But god ther soo good...I think last week i missed breakfast the entire week on purpose hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official I'm addicted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-5438541988992889038?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5438541988992889038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=5438541988992889038' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/5438541988992889038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/5438541988992889038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/04/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-5806454686640610941</id><published>2007-04-20T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T05:23:36.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Friends and "Just Friends"</title><content type='html'>Ever Heard that phrase? Im sure in day to day dealings with people we have all heard it at one time or another. Now i know that people ,by nature,are generally curious beings but sometimes i think, especially in our community, that we are a little too curious for our own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point. As a muslim guy the minute I spend the significant part of an afternoon talking to a girl alone i am immedaitley interrogated by friends and acquintances even whether there is something going on between the two of us!Everything is not as it seems people and appearances are deceiving. As a whole its mostly muslim people! What especially annoys me is the asking of questions later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: So who was that girl i saw you sitting with just now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No one, she's just a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Oh yeah sure she is. You plotting her aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nooo she's just a friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point friend usually rolls eyes and smiles to him/herself (often accompanied by shaking of head). Now certainly its cool to know what going on in your friends life But People i would tell you'll if anything else was going on! Lol the phrase just friends means just that. Just friends! Oh you people of little faith sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole assumption thing has got to stop because in the long run it causes alot of damage and unneccesary explaining o my part least of all on the girl's part. You know what they say about assumptions being the mother of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-5806454686640610941?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5806454686640610941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=5806454686640610941' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/5806454686640610941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/5806454686640610941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-friends-and-just-friends.html' title='Just Friends and &quot;Just Friends&quot;'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-5286421656806333263</id><published>2007-04-11T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T04:58:42.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When your gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/Rh2LDLG4RJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9XUywGNs0kc/s1600-h/Prison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052347243617076370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/Rh2LDLG4RJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9XUywGNs0kc/s320/Prison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I only know that i can't change.&lt;br /&gt;Everything else doesn't stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world, and you, continues to turn and revolve&lt;br /&gt;While i lie stagnant and refuse to evolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in a place, empty and cold, where happiness is devoid.&lt;br /&gt;that elusive creature, which i once possessed, which i can now only avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i walk through the night and stare up into the dark sky,&lt;br /&gt;the once bright, comforting stars stare at me hollow, and i produce many a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My purpose is gone, my zest lost.&lt;br /&gt;once it's gone then only can i calculate it's true cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire that once burned inside of me is extinguished.&lt;br /&gt;But now all has vanished and in your eyes i am no longer distinguished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care which once warmed and nourished my soul&lt;br /&gt;has now left and turned too distant disdain and dole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burden i've placed upon myself feels too heavy&lt;br /&gt;without you here by my side to keep me steady.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad stuff I know. But hey paper is a good outlet. Wrote this awhile back but it had to be published or at leas posted on my site!Nways enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-5286421656806333263?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5286421656806333263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=5286421656806333263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/5286421656806333263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/5286421656806333263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-your-gone.html' title='When your gone'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/Rh2LDLG4RJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9XUywGNs0kc/s72-c/Prison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-51793194826098613</id><published>2007-04-11T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T16:54:50.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arb Post a.ka. IM BACK</title><content type='html'>Guess what?? I'm Back Again lol tell your friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowwww this was suppose to be another posting of one of my really sad "somebody shoot me" poems however i have had mercy on you poor peeps and as such i have decided to post that later during the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not posted for sooo Long! Why you people may ask? Well to tell the truth really i don't know, all i know is that im glad to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently i am back after the long weekend in Ladysmith. Glad too see my Family again. LOL my little bro baked me a cake! LOL big up to the not so little, little dude, he makes a mean cake! The town has not changed since i was last here...(suprise suprise who would have thought huh?) however the peace which once consoled my soul is now becoming to deafening with my thoughts hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was the long weekend? Well it was brilliant i parked off with my friends the entire weekend and that was cool we did the usual: eating out, creating, movies etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a similar note my uncle form JHB was down in durbs that long weekend. He came with his entire in-laws family. I ended up going for supper with him twice that weekend, once on saturday and once on sunday. Now this uncle of mines rocks his pretty young about thirty something and his also the only uncle which does not mind me smoking in fron of him! Anyways i was invited by him for supper on saturday at the Al-Mahrani (formerly arabian nights) on the beach front. Now poor unsuspecting me thought cool beans supper with the uncle.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt;!Uncle Ahmed neglected to tell me that my aunty and her family were coming with.Now I know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO ONE&lt;/span&gt; in Aunty Khudaija's family!I only knew my uncle! To top it all off  i had landed up with the entire family! There were like forty or fifty people there!Don't get me wrong normally i'm confident however these dude where loud and had that whole family thing down! Eish remind me that when i get married i will have to go thriugh that continously (Shudder). Hmmm on a lighter note Aunty does have some really pretty girls in her family. Pretty JHB gals who know how to dress and are smart.Wayyy outta my league but hey i can dream!(there were these three sisters triplets...). Lol but i did warm up too a couple of ppl after the supper and even shared a cigar with one of the uncles! Cue supper two this time Uncle Ahmed left his wife and kids at the family Braai and took me and his friend out to supper at 2GO where we waited for a table for half an hour but the food was good an the atmosphere i digged. Now, i was kinda hoping i would end up at the braai (to see aforementioned hot chicks) however uncle Ahmed noted my discomfort the day before and took me out instead. Damn!And i really wanted to get to know the family better!Oh well next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Sports Front: My team proceeded to qualify with ease for the semi's of the Champions League yesterday crusing past a tired Psv. YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE. It was not the most spectacular of games but still ample enough for me! Speaking of which it's nice to see english teams dominating so much. It's proof of the high calibre of football that the nation plays- too bad it can't translate too their national side! So it's on to Face Chelski in the semi's (Aside: Curse you MJ you blogwhore i can see you laughing as your rich blues who buy everything knocked out a better deserving Valencia) where we shall prevail(Again). Speaking of which did anyone see the hiding that Roma received?Shame poor Roma this is a team i fancied to win the competition this year and are a favourite italian team of mines!Kudos too the Red Devils i have always loathed you'll yet respected you'll as we'll (unlike the blues, whom i just loathe now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an end note i will be blogging about a niggling problem i have with perceptions of relationships with muslims shortly, keep a look out for this article later this week. It's got to do with being Just Friends! This one gotta stop lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-51793194826098613?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/51793194826098613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=51793194826098613' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/51793194826098613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/51793194826098613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/04/arb-post-aka-im-back.html' title='Arb Post a.ka. IM BACK'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-5097525299264468836</id><published>2007-04-11T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T15:50:05.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Your It (Again)</title><content type='html'>Hmmm i don't think i have been officially tagged yet but anyways it will come eventually. LOL ho said  don't do things in advance huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? - next to me&lt;br /&gt;2. Boyfriend/girlfriend? – wish she was&lt;br /&gt;3. Hair? – Neat short Black&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? – an amazing woman&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? – works very hard&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite item(s)? – Cell Phone, Laptop, Lanyards&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? – I don't dream&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink? – Stoney Ginger Beer&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream guy/girl? – wish i knew&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you are in? – The Family Room&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? – is being rejected&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you want to be in 10 years? – A Good Person&lt;br /&gt;13. Who did you hang out with last night? - My Quiet Family&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you not? – a pathetic quitter&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you in love? - Yes i am&lt;br /&gt;16. One of your wish list items? –  An  xbox 360&lt;br /&gt;17. What time is it? – it is 12:32 am&lt;br /&gt;18. The last thing you did? – Watched some soccer&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you wearing? – Shorts, t-shirt, glasses&lt;br /&gt;20. Your favorite book? – 20 000 Leagues Under the Sea&lt;br /&gt;21. The last thing you ate? - Mag-Dahl, Fish, Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;22. Your life? – a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;23. Your mood? – currently chilled out&lt;br /&gt;24. Your friends? – are my rocks&lt;br /&gt;25. What are you thinking about right now? - my life now&lt;br /&gt;26. What are you doing at this moment? - having a snack&lt;br /&gt;27. Your summer? – was very mixed&lt;br /&gt;28. Your relationship status? - single. fortunately? unfortunately?&lt;br /&gt;29. What is on your TV screen? – it's currently off&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? – ten minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag anyone whom has not been tagged yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-5097525299264468836?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5097525299264468836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=5097525299264468836' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/5097525299264468836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/5097525299264468836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/04/tag-your-it-again.html' title='Tag Your It (Again)'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-8349403155400678334</id><published>2007-03-31T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T09:18:29.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Your It</title><content type='html'>I do apologise to all those whom have tagged me....As per previous posts i've been preoccupied however i'm back on track! And hence i shall reply! You know what they say better late then never! On an aside very much love to Arshad, MJ and Zoe for stickin with the angry depressed "no body loves me" dude lol i hope i have filed him off for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nways Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have conversations in my head This usually occurs when i'm angry or have something important to say. or when i'm in dream mode These conversations are with real people. For example say im angry at someone and i never said what i wanted too at night before dosing off i'll play out an entire conversation with said person in my head. Don't know why but i do ohh and i usually play out the scene in my head at the sane time and the conversations can last for hours! and hours and hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I sing out aloud unconsciously everywhere i go usually you can tell what i'm thinking by the song im singing etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't dip anything.... Its wrong too dip . Biscuits where not meant to be soaked in tea or for that matter of fact buttered toast. It's wrong there should be some kind of fatwa against this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I abhore kurri kitchri. It shall not pass my lips as long as i live. Nasty evil yellow stuff on yellow rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I like taking out zits and the nasty blackheads. Nasty i know hehe but yeah they fun to pop press!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol anyways some weird some strange some normal i guess comment away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-8349403155400678334?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8349403155400678334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=8349403155400678334' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/8349403155400678334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/8349403155400678334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/tag-your-it.html' title='Tag Your It'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-2389082594149992704</id><published>2007-03-31T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T09:14:39.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Fate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/Rgpre8SRTJI/AAAAAAAAACs/iABgAE32c2M/s1600-h/HandOfFate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046964511745068178" style="" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/Rgpre8SRTJI/AAAAAAAAACs/iABgAE32c2M/s320/HandOfFate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you ever wonder why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Events unfold the way they do by and by?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pushing us closer towards each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what we do to stay away rather!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's meant to be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accept the possibility and let your mind run free...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you intead fight a losing battle against Fate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And let your mind be twisted away from the straight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace is all you ever seek...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet you deny it when i present it to you and you begin to freak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who are we to reject what seems written out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you only LISTEN when destiny has to scream and shout!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Day this journey will end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How it does is how you choose to comprehend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Words by me. Picture Called Hand of Fate from web author unknown. I wrote this a few days before this whole thing...In light of new circumstances have edited it a bit. However felt it necessary to post it anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-2389082594149992704?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2389082594149992704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=2389082594149992704' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/2389082594149992704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/2389082594149992704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/about-fate.html' title='About Fate...'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/Rgpre8SRTJI/AAAAAAAAACs/iABgAE32c2M/s72-c/HandOfFate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-3094447911394623640</id><published>2007-03-31T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T05:30:21.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me In Pictures....</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340" height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_43E105EB.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-0455EFC.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-48809F1F.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-799E8223.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A0F44BD.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_60BD8C5F.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6514DF33.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2170B234.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-39EF8686.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_3124B621.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2DDA8000.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-31AF758B.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_791C6076.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=GO-GETTER&amp;amp;lovelabel=NICE N? CHEESY&amp;funlabel=THRILLER&amp;amp;habitslabel=HIGH TIME ROLLER&amp;uid=174242-5d1a&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd5"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=174242-5d1a&amp;srv=iwebhd5" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-3094447911394623640?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3094447911394623640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=3094447911394623640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/3094447911394623640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/3094447911394623640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/me-in-pictures.html' title='Me In Pictures....'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-7934932381486317443</id><published>2007-03-27T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T05:41:03.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me, I need to purge</title><content type='html'>So now what? Where too from now? SO i've lost my best friend...(and all other conotations attached in the process). Questions arise...She said she's not going to be in my face for awhile and that she's doing it for my own good. Sigh the fact will remain i don't agree with her.. But after the rollercoaster that was last night i guess it is a semi mutual agreement. I guess Bilu was right we can't be best friends after all that was said and done. Big up to the wise man for forseeing what i could not. So now even if i do get over this (which i don't think is anytime soon) what will become of the great friendship that was once there? Did i just destroy it completely?Does friendship end because of thing like this? You know she told me the chemistry is just not there... but i don't know about that why do i feel as if it is? "something you can't produce". Normally i would go to her for advice about something like this but she's gone for now so i don't know where to turn. Who can help me now? We'll at least i hope she'll miss me in the very least. And (and i know this is selfish and mean and hurtful) but i hope she sees one day that i was right and she'll think to herself: god what did i do? i messed up. And if it's to late then to do anything then so be it. So when i get back from our 'holiday' what will the cards hold? Will i ever recieve any of that trust back or any of that friendship? Or will i be easily replaced while im gone?(as it seems a always am). Yeah i worry about things like that. She said i don't give others a chance but i don't want too the bar she set no one can surpass. You'll are probably thinking: oh my word his infatuated!duh! But i promise i'm not. I made a oath yesterday which i fully intend to keep even if it means hurting myself till my dying days. "i'll never be able to give you the happiness you deserve because i could never love you in the way you want me too" I would have been totally happy with an illusion of it. Am i going around in circles now? I guess she had to be cruel to be kind...And now? Now im sad...because i miss her and i hate fighting with her and it ruins my day and i can't concentrate on anything...Blink (my eternal sound track) kicks in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm so lost, i'm barely here. i wish i could explain myself, but words escape me, it's too late, to save me.You're too late. You're too late ...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your too late. Your too late to save me from this it's gone and its done and there is nothing that can be done about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're cold with disappointment, While I'm drowning in the next room, The last contagious victim of this plague between us, I'm sick with apprehension, I'm crippled from exhaustion, And I dread the moment when you finally come to kill me. This is the first (thing I remember), Now it's the last (thing left on my mind) , Afraid of the dark (do you hear me whisper), An empty heart (replaced with paranoia), Where do we go (life's temporary), After we're gone (like new years resolutions), Why is this hard (do you recognize me), I know I'm wrong (but I can't help believing)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quotes from Stockholm Syndrome) i hope your reading them carefully! I'm a fighter and god this one is taking alot out of me! Guess what this one im not letting go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-7934932381486317443?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7934932381486317443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=7934932381486317443' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/7934932381486317443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/7934932381486317443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/excuse-me-i-need-to-purge.html' title='Excuse me, I need to purge'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-7756429919696976552</id><published>2007-03-16T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T07:11:42.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Me</title><content type='html'>As promised here is what i had in my head a few days ago. Latency never goes away: This ones for you, you know who you are my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me will always wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;Howcome we never ever ever really really try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day i'll look upon you, upon that gilded stage.&lt;br /&gt;and mutter to myself in twisted happiness and rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always so close and yet still truly far.&lt;br /&gt;Like in the night sky, light from a dead star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say life ia a paradox, one story ends as another begins,&lt;br /&gt;but yet this tired,weary mind would travel to a place where it's bearer wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you smile and laugh and pose as the cameras flash,&lt;br /&gt;the epiphany that is my life strikes me in one big crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me will always wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;Howcome we never ever ever really really try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-7756429919696976552?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7756429919696976552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=7756429919696976552' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/7756429919696976552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/7756429919696976552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/part-of-me.html' title='Part of Me'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-4675822843915051481</id><published>2007-03-15T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T03:42:48.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I pull you out gently and my eyes light up in anticipation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stroke you lovingly and feel the smooth texture of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I caress your creases out lovingly an tap u gently on your head...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bring you up slowly, savouring every stolen moment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as you draw close to my lips my brain begins to fire every neutron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I press you to my lips...drawing in breath deeply the heat builds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as u begin to burn in pleasure you crackle softly as i take you in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so it goes each deep breath bringing me more and more pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally i take all of you in and remove your head from my lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I toss you aside satisfied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cigarette! ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042099749932143410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RfkjAiTKkzI/AAAAAAAAACc/5Qrz06GUk0w/s400/Cigarette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-4675822843915051481?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4675822843915051481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=4675822843915051481' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/4675822843915051481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/4675822843915051481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/ode-to-my-love.html' title='Ode To My Love'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RfkjAiTKkzI/AAAAAAAAACc/5Qrz06GUk0w/s72-c/Cigarette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-701287132271337312</id><published>2007-03-15T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T02:50:32.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teach your kiddies this...</title><content type='html'>I concocted this piece this morning improve if you'll can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly Sally Sue stepped into the garden where she spotted a path&lt;br /&gt;Cake in hand she duly down the path did start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went down down down slowly till the end where she promptly found a snake!&lt;br /&gt;who promptly rose up and proceeded to take the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe&lt;br /&gt;evil resides in me ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-701287132271337312?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/701287132271337312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=701287132271337312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/701287132271337312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/701287132271337312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/teach-your-kiddies-this.html' title='Teach your kiddies this...'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-9126197832172041037</id><published>2007-03-15T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T01:35:15.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mind goes...</title><content type='html'>Tick toc frantic...&lt;br /&gt;tick toc frantic....&lt;br /&gt;tick toc frantic....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-9126197832172041037?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/9126197832172041037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=9126197832172041037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/9126197832172041037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/9126197832172041037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-mind-goes.html' title='My mind goes...'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-2597233654870666838</id><published>2007-03-15T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T07:20:19.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>Asthenia-Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night it came as a picture&lt;br /&gt;With a good reason, a warning sign&lt;br /&gt;This place is void of all passion&lt;br /&gt;If you can imagine it's easy if you try&lt;br /&gt;Believe me I failed this effort&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a reminder this wasn't a vision&lt;br /&gt;This time where are you Houston&lt;br /&gt;Is somebody out there will somebody listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go back should I go back should I&lt;br /&gt;I feel alone and tired&lt;br /&gt;Should I go back should I go back should I&lt;br /&gt;I hope I won't forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is made up of memories&lt;br /&gt;Most of them useless delusions&lt;br /&gt;This room is bored of rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;And sick of the boundaries&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go back should I go back should I&lt;br /&gt;I feel alone and tired&lt;br /&gt;Should I go back should I go back should I&lt;br /&gt;This time I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Should I go back should I go back should I&lt;br /&gt;I feel alone and tired&lt;br /&gt;Should I go back should I go back should I&lt;br /&gt;I hope I won't forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go back should I go back should I&lt;br /&gt;I feel alone and tired&lt;br /&gt;Should I go back should I go back should I&lt;br /&gt;This time I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Should I go back should I go back should I&lt;br /&gt;I feel alone and tired&lt;br /&gt;Should I go back should I go back should I&lt;br /&gt;I hope I won't forget you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-2597233654870666838?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2597233654870666838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=2597233654870666838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/2597233654870666838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/2597233654870666838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-1048632153679398633</id><published>2007-03-10T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T08:13:54.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Day...</title><content type='html'>I think, in life, that one of the greatest things you can do is meet a good friend after sometime. And im not talking about any old friend...I'm talking about one of those friends that laughed with you ,cried with you,fought with you and basically mentored you. Friday happened to be one of those days where i met such a person :). The day didn't start out as what it was meant to be but it ended off how it was meant to! The topics ranged from the mundane to the intellectual and from the easy to the heavy! What would have been a boring friday afternoon stuck on campus waiting turned into a delightful afternoon of catching up and breaking down barriers!All to the sound of progressive trance! THank you my friend, for a great day, a day which i have not had in awhile :)&lt;br /&gt;(btw: despitw what i say you still look younger then i do!). Hehe one day we should do that agen, just don't wait till we old and grey okay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-1048632153679398633?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1048632153679398633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=1048632153679398633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/1048632153679398633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/1048632153679398633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/great-day.html' title='A Great Day...'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-7897647546668493701</id><published>2007-03-10T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T08:03:04.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tranquility</title><content type='html'>Hehe hey ppl i'm back!Sorry for the long hiatis iys been awhile im sorry Firstly been really busy eish oh well but hopefully il be able to post some this week and start some interesting threads First of all look out for a co -op post coming soon with my fellow gamer MJ i have put it off too long iwe should be posting by the end of following week! So mj hold your horses dude have some sabr!Hmm more on shy looks like i have been beaten to the punch lol have note some developments while not to my liking exactly are encouraging for a friend of mine!Rock on dude i'll have a shot in your name ;-). Hmmm so im back in ladysmith this week coming back to this place is peaceful and i look forward to the peace and the quiet this weekend. Durban is quiet but it lacks the tranquility of this place...The air is still, the insects are a quiet hum, the stars are bright, the  sky is clear, the horizon is free, The roads are static. Yeah its definately peaceful :-) lol. There is this tree stump which is in the porch of my house, its flat and about the height of a stool, the top part of the stump is worn smooth and splinters are non existant. The bark on the sides are peeling away to expose the white wood underneath it and its in alot of space facing the entrance of the porch. When i look up into the night skies perched upon this stool, and as i take a long quiet drag from my cigarette and stare at the bright clear skies with all her stars i feel tranquil. The amount of peace derived from there is amazing more so then anywhere else...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-7897647546668493701?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7897647546668493701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=7897647546668493701' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/7897647546668493701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/7897647546668493701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/tranquility.html' title='Tranquility'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-7833613562974222040</id><published>2007-02-23T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T06:32:30.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicks</title><content type='html'>Nicknames! Love them or hate them they are there. Some stick some fade into oblivion like a imploded solar sytem scattering to the solar winds. The reasons for thier existence are varied and many and most, but not all, have a reason behind them. As you all have noticed by now my nick is posted on this website. I hate the nick however it has seemed to stick. Often in ladysmith no one is called by thier first names! A fact that durban people cant understand. They often ask us why do you all have nicks? Well see beloved city peole there are a couple of reasons.Being in a small town everyguy knows every other guy often in our groups there are usually two-four people not only with the same names but surnames!Everyone in the town is somehow related! But this is where it gets difficult say mohammed when you are with your friends and four guys instantly wonder which one! Hence each has thier own unique identiflying nick! Also as close knit groups of friends we tend to nick everyone anyways.Here follows a list of some of my nicks over the years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Man&lt;br /&gt;Pizza&lt;br /&gt;Paralysed&lt;br /&gt;Parry&lt;br /&gt;Parry Hotter&lt;br /&gt;Milky&lt;br /&gt;Vawda&lt;br /&gt;Mazozo&lt;br /&gt;Muzz&lt;br /&gt;Mahoehoe&lt;br /&gt;Mahoezo&lt;br /&gt;Convict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol let the comments roll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-7833613562974222040?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7833613562974222040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=7833613562974222040' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/7833613562974222040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/7833613562974222040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/02/nicks.html' title='Nicks'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-5155770245881465948</id><published>2007-02-23T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T06:20:20.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK</title><content type='html'>Yes Finally free time to post YAAAY LOL. Anyways so i have decided to serve you guys up something light and Fluffy an all round post! So the first two weeks of campus have come and gone and i have noted the following. I have had to make new friends! the old crew is gone either all finished or all done bleh so been broading my horizons a bit hanging out with the new ppl (wen i et time that is) And the curse that is v day was done&gt; Agen i am alone sigh. but anyways the first week rely disappointed me for some reason the first yers all seem to be in thier own cliches and refuse to mix with us older folk and i was dissappointed to note that all the pretty muslim girls have not materialised as hoped for!There goes that plan. Cue week two however and first years have invaded my beloved cpffe shop and our groups (although there has been a new huge group of snobby first years formed as always will see how they pan out in second year) LOLbt lo and behold maybe there is one cute still songle good girl around hehe we shall see. Plans back in action lol and hey i started making connections again with new first years so maybe thereis hope for me after all! But unfortunately my fraternising has to stop as i have been confined to the library for most of my free time due to work constraints! Bleh but and this is a big but i will definately make time to see that new person i spotted lol but alas i must move quickly others have noticed as well and as such have begun there plans! Hehe and so begins another year of plotting planning working and maneovuring. Lol and maybe the year the shy girl might open up.In fact i think im going to call this the year of the shy girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-5155770245881465948?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5155770245881465948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=5155770245881465948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/5155770245881465948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/5155770245881465948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-544118765981252499</id><published>2007-02-02T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T15:43:11.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentist</title><content type='html'>So who out there enjoys going to the dentist? I thought i did, untill this past week when i went for a teeth cleaning. I realised that as a younger child i was more tolerable and that going to the orthodontist back then was not so bad and i kind of got used to the monthly visits and could stick it no problem but i also figured that if i had too do it now i would cringe quite a bit more! the sound of that cleaning teeth scraping thingy is enough to irritate me, it never hurt so much rather the noise messed me up it was eerie maybe im getting softer as i get older lol. But anyway the dentist i went too is a nice local guy whom i see in the mosque evryday for salaat, now his youngish so as well as fittng in with the old balies he also has cool vibe with the younger guys namely us. This is why i decided to go to him for my teeth cleaning. Lol who would have thought that he could be so menacing in his practice! Don't get me wrong he was just as friendly when i went to see him ,however there was just something about him while i was there that made me think twice! Then i saw him at mosque that same evening again and he was back to normal. While i was on his bench i wondered if i would have been better off going to someone i don't know personally?Perhaps that was the pain talking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-544118765981252499?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/544118765981252499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=544118765981252499' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/544118765981252499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/544118765981252499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/02/dentist.html' title='Dentist'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-3685373669730025715</id><published>2007-02-02T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T15:07:05.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SA is indeed funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RcPDQrkQd0I/AAAAAAAAABg/4nb6s5-1qu8/s1600-h/SA+sign+1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RcPDQrkQd0I/AAAAAAAAABg/4nb6s5-1qu8/s320/SA+sign+1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027076300415727426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RcPDQ7kQd1I/AAAAAAAAABo/ahnuEvcHvck/s1600-h/SA+Sign+2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RcPDQ7kQd1I/AAAAAAAAABo/ahnuEvcHvck/s320/SA+Sign+2" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027076304710694738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RcPDQ7kQd2I/AAAAAAAAABw/xleBoT-WzCQ/s1600-h/SA+Signs+3"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RcPDQ7kQd2I/AAAAAAAAABw/xleBoT-WzCQ/s320/SA+Signs+3" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027076304710694754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RcPDQ7kQd3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/jwI_gsWwyR0/s1600-h/SA+Signs+4"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RcPDQ7kQd3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/jwI_gsWwyR0/s320/SA+Signs+4" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027076304710694770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing with my line of SA orientated jokes and such i hvae decided to revel these few gems of signs which are real and found in SA.Say what you want about my countary but it has its humourous side indeed ! Bar the crime and other problems i love the spirit of this countary and if one day i have to skip out im gonna miss its spirt, beauty, humour and uniqe offerings. LOL but in the meanwhile enjoy th SA flavour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-3685373669730025715?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3685373669730025715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=3685373669730025715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/3685373669730025715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/3685373669730025715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/02/sa-is-indeed-funny.html' title='SA is indeed funny'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RcPDQrkQd0I/AAAAAAAAABg/4nb6s5-1qu8/s72-c/SA+sign+1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-3586553000234545607</id><published>2007-02-02T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T14:45:02.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RcO-MrkQdzI/AAAAAAAAABU/M8LR4Kwcw4c/s1600-h/Adobe+joke"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RcO-MrkQdzI/AAAAAAAAABU/M8LR4Kwcw4c/s320/Adobe+joke" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027070734138111794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL i found this picture in my e mail today being a techno geek i enjoyed the pun hey it actually made me laugh out aloud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-3586553000234545607?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3586553000234545607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=3586553000234545607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/3586553000234545607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/3586553000234545607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/02/hilarious.html' title='Hilarious'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RcO-MrkQdzI/AAAAAAAAABU/M8LR4Kwcw4c/s72-c/Adobe+joke' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-72870974021069719</id><published>2007-02-01T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T16:29:06.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldiers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RcPXELkQd4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/NhIWHgZprwg/s1600-h/american+soldier+iraq_art_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RcPXELkQd4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/NhIWHgZprwg/s400/american+soldier+iraq_art_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027098075899918210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soldiers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soldier feels no pain&lt;br /&gt;A soldier fears nothing&lt;br /&gt;A soldier does not cry&lt;br /&gt;A soldier obeys without question&lt;br /&gt;A soldier is brave and true&lt;br /&gt;A soldier is willing to do what ever it takes&lt;br /&gt;A soldier protects those that cannot protect themselves&lt;br /&gt;A soldier follows the rules&lt;br /&gt;A soldier has honour&lt;br /&gt;A soldier does not oppress the weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask your self...&lt;br /&gt;What kind of soldier are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-72870974021069719?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/72870974021069719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=72870974021069719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/72870974021069719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/72870974021069719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/02/soldiers.html' title='Soldiers'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RcPXELkQd4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/NhIWHgZprwg/s72-c/american+soldier+iraq_art_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-6844334346221727511</id><published>2007-02-01T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T15:57:10.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A jew joke!</title><content type='html'>In Jerusalem, a female CNN journalist heard about a very old Jewish man who had been going to the Wailing Wall to pray, twice a day, everyday, for a long, long time. So she went to check it out.She went to the Wailing Wall and there he was! She watched him pray and after about 45 minutes, when he turned to leave, she approached him&lt;br /&gt;for an interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Rebecca Smith from CNN. Sir, how long have you been coming to&lt;br /&gt;the Wall and praying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vor bout 60 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"60 years! That's amazing! What do you pray for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I pray vor peace betveen de Christians, Jews ant de Muslims. I pray vor all de hatred to ztop ant I pray vor all our children to grow up in safety ant friendship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you feel after doing this for 60 years?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like I bin talkingk to a vuckink' vall."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-6844334346221727511?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6844334346221727511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=6844334346221727511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/6844334346221727511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/6844334346221727511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/02/jew-joke.html' title='A jew joke!'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-5554461607488838566</id><published>2007-02-01T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T16:27:01.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More South African Jokes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:maroon;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:maroon;" &gt;An airplane is flying  over the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;United  States&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; at night.&lt;br /&gt;The pilot says: "Ladies and  Gentlemen, the plane is losing altitude and all the baggage must be thrown out."  A little later, the pilot says "We're still losing altitude, we must throw  anything out that is in the cabin". The plane continues its descent despite more  things being thrown out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:maroon;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:maroon;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilot: "Still  going down - we must throw out some people". There's a big gasp from the  passengers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:maroon;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:maroon;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilot: "But to  make this fair, passenger will be thrown out in&lt;br /&gt;alphabetical  order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:maroon;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:maroon;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... A... any  Africans on board?" No one moves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:maroon;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:maroon;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"B...  any Blacks on board?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:blue;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:maroon;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:maroon;" &gt;No one moves.&lt;br /&gt;"C...  any Coloureds on board?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:blue;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:maroon;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:maroon;" &gt;Still, no one  moves.&lt;br /&gt;"D... any Darkies?&lt;br /&gt;A little black boy - asks his  dad:&lt;br /&gt;"Dad,...what are we?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: " Tonight son, we are  Zulus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-5554461607488838566?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5554461607488838566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=5554461607488838566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/5554461607488838566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/5554461607488838566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/02/more-south-african-jokes.html' title='More South African Jokes...'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-1401037924342131758</id><published>2007-02-01T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T15:44:24.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fights</title><content type='html'>Fights you gotta hate them! But they pop out of everywhere and at the least oppertune moments.Why do they occur then? I guess it's usually when emotions are stirred and peoples feelings come into play.I guess i have to apologise to someone tommorrow and thrash out everything. But u know this is a time where i appreciate the prophets advice, and that is never go to sleep without resloving an argument. Especially since i can't sleep after fight! I just hope i'll be able to clear everything up.I guess while i am mostly to blame for my current predicament i can also say that im not wholly at fault!However for the sake of sanity i will probably have to admit otherwise...Anyways enough about my rantings you people tell me about some of the worst fights yo'll have had and what happen in the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-1401037924342131758?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1401037924342131758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=1401037924342131758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/1401037924342131758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/1401037924342131758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/02/fights.html' title='Fights'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-1271087532422429888</id><published>2007-01-28T03:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T15:38:06.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children?</title><content type='html'>So today i started discussing children with my best friend And we got down to the question of whther we would have the patience and whether or not we would change our personalties or attitudes because of them. For example my friend is not patient!However i believe with the advent of children this will change? But could i be wrong lets hear what you have too say do you think children change us?If so then how? ANd what kinda parent do you think you would make?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-1271087532422429888?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1271087532422429888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=1271087532422429888' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/1271087532422429888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/1271087532422429888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/children.html' title='Children?'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-5341493466856797251</id><published>2007-01-28T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T14:43:25.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Jaded</title><content type='html'>The lead singer of the rock band belts out the last cords of the high energy dark punk song and breathes heavily into the mike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stands silent in his jeans pondering his next move...He decides to take it down a notch...he plays the first few cords of a 'quiet rock' ballad and speaks in to the mike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is for the jaded:&lt;br /&gt;for all those who have sat and cried at night&lt;br /&gt;for all those who have vibed but vibe no more&lt;br /&gt;for all those who have cared soo much but are too tired to care anymore&lt;br /&gt;for all those who had something to live for but now have nothing&lt;br /&gt;for all those who carry around the shit in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;for all those whose souls have died when others eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;for all those who feel as the world is against them&lt;br /&gt;for all those who stayed awake in bed late at night thinking&lt;br /&gt;for all those who are so twisted they cant care anymore&lt;br /&gt;for all those who can't try....and for those who don't want to try&lt;br /&gt;for all those who are too bitter to talk sweet anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a song for the jaded&lt;br /&gt;this is a song for the jaded&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-5341493466856797251?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5341493466856797251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=5341493466856797251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/5341493466856797251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/5341493466856797251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-jaded.html' title='For the Jaded'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-5605345052900405685</id><published>2007-01-25T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T15:58:56.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Indian joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;Two guys from Phoenix are  driving through Chatsworth Main Road when they get pulled over by traffic cop.  The cop walks up and taps the window with his "stok". The driver rolls down the  window and THUMMMMP!!!, the cop smacks him in the head with the  stick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;The  driver asks, " Hey, what kind with u eksè?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;The cop answers, "You're in  Chatsworth, laaitjie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;When we pull you over, you  better have your license ready when we get to your cab."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;"The driver says, "I'm sorry  laanie but I'm not from over here, I'm from Phoenix ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;The cop runs a check on the  guys license, and he's clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;He gives the guy his license  back, walks around to the passenger side, and taps the  window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;The  passenger rolls down the window and THUMMMMP!!!, the cop wacks him on the head  with the "stok".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;The passenger asks, " Hell  boss, what you carrying on so shell for?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;The cop says, "Just making  your wish come true guzzie ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;The passenger asks, " What  you chooning about making my wish come true?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" lang="EN-GB" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;The cop says, "I know that  2km's down the road from here you're gonna say to your outie  ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" lang="EN-GB" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;"I wish that cop would've  tried that sh*t with me , I would have f#cked him up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-5605345052900405685?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5605345052900405685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=5605345052900405685' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/5605345052900405685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/5605345052900405685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/typical-indian-joke.html' title='Typical Indian joke'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-5599381316862735505</id><published>2007-01-25T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T15:00:25.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush rip off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/Rbk2FuMW6kI/AAAAAAAAABA/5K0DwcusmH8/s1600-h/inbox.george.w.bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/Rbk2FuMW6kI/AAAAAAAAABA/5K0DwcusmH8/s320/inbox.george.w.bush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024106331235609154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey  if anyone follows world politics like i do then they will find the following picture post i recieved hilarious!lol enjoy it i know i did hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-5599381316862735505?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5599381316862735505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=5599381316862735505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/5599381316862735505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/5599381316862735505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/bush-rip-off.html' title='Bush rip off'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/Rbk2FuMW6kI/AAAAAAAAABA/5K0DwcusmH8/s72-c/inbox.george.w.bush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-7912455352461730040</id><published>2007-01-21T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T09:06:12.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morbid Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RbOddf65gRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/F123CSe-qDc/s1600-h/image007.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RbOddf65gRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/F123CSe-qDc/s320/image007.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022531139558539538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered some highly amusing death scenes today with stickmen in lively gif animations of dying in interesting gross ways! Brilaint !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm call me sick but i laugh myself silly at the way these poor stick dudes die and find it insanelt entertaing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to www.stickdeath.com to view these animations .A word of warning though don't be shocked to find anti muslim propoganda and open racism on the site unfortunately the creators of  stickdeath are very pro bush and seem like steadfast Hawks however browse some of the older stuff if u want too see it before it got political be warned its hard to stomach tho as much as i enjoyed stickmen dying i couldn't bare to read  or view the anti islamic rethoric  for very long as such i have not linked the site as they don't deserve it (i usually link interesting sites) HOWEVER IF YOU BRAVE ENOUGH GIVE IT A GO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-7912455352461730040?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7912455352461730040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=7912455352461730040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/7912455352461730040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/7912455352461730040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/morbid-fun.html' title='Morbid Fun'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RbOddf65gRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/F123CSe-qDc/s72-c/image007.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-8602293932485411509</id><published>2007-01-21T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T08:54:42.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with this?!</title><content type='html'>Hmmm now my shariah law might not be fully up to scratch however i do believe that BOTH men and women are not suppose to wear revealing clothes. Now covering the satr is good however the follwing article( which was sent to me by my friend Arshad all credit to him) the picture would still indicate some tightness about the clothing which i know is wrong however dont take it for granted read the following and tell me what you people think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RbOEt_65gQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/QM8H44T52zw/s1600-h/burqini.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RbOEt_65gQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/QM8H44T52zw/s320/burqini.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022503935235686658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:17;"  lang="EN" &gt;Burqini:  Muslim women's reply to bikini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.2pt;"&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.dominicantoday.com/app/article.aspx?id=21441" href="http://www.dominicantoday.com/app/article.aspx?id=21441"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:12;"  lang="EN" &gt;It's not itsy-bitsy or teenie- weenie but the Burqini may prove to be just as popular as its polka-dotted predecessor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The modest bathing costume is designed for water-going Muslim women who, because of religious values, cannot show more than their face, hands and feet in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.2pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.dominicantoday.com/app/article.aspx?id=21441" href="http://www.dominicantoday.com/app/article.aspx?id=21441"&gt;A cross between a  burqa and a bikini&lt;/a&gt;, the polyester suit is made up of pants and a long-  sleeved thigh or knee-length A-line top with head covering. It is  water-repellent, UV-resistant and comes with Arab designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its  Australian designer, Aheda Zanetti, has been swamped with thousands of inquiries  about the product from Europe, Britain, the United States, Asia and the Middle  East. Zanetti said she started producing the Burqini as Muslim women were  missing out on sports because of their dress code.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-8602293932485411509?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8602293932485411509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=8602293932485411509' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/8602293932485411509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/8602293932485411509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/whats-up-with-this.html' title='What&apos;s up with this?!'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RbOEt_65gQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/QM8H44T52zw/s72-c/burqini.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-1178136967341564374</id><published>2007-01-21T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T05:30:26.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies Read Well</title><content type='html'>I was very amused with the following joke mostly beause it had complete role reversal, as usually its the guys trying to do the fooling and the girls doing the catching out.However read and tell me what you people think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why females should avoid a girls night out after they are married  .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I was invited out for a night with "the girls". I  told  my&lt;br /&gt;husband that I would be home by midnight, "I promise!"&lt;br /&gt;Well, the  hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily. Around&lt;br /&gt;3a.m., a bit  worse for wear, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door,&lt;br /&gt;the cuckoo  clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly, realizing my  husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9&lt;br /&gt;times. I was really  proud of myself for coming up with such a&lt;br /&gt;quick-witted solution, in order to  escape a possible conflict with him.&lt;br /&gt;(Even when totally smashed...3 cuckoos  plus 9 cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos =&lt;br /&gt;MIDNIGHT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning my  husband asked me what time I got in, and I told  him&lt;br /&gt;"Midnight". He didn't  seem concerned at all. Whew! Got away with that&lt;br /&gt;one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said,  "We need a new cuckoo clock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked him why. He said, "Well, last  night our clock cuckooed 3&lt;br /&gt;times, then said, "Oh sh*t.", cuckooed 4 more  times, cleared its&lt;br /&gt;throat, cuckooed another 2 times, giggled, Cuckooed twice  more, and then&lt;br /&gt;tripped over the coffee table and farted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-1178136967341564374?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1178136967341564374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=1178136967341564374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/1178136967341564374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/1178136967341564374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/ladies-read-well.html' title='Ladies Read Well'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-6691526688565908779</id><published>2007-01-08T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T15:51:37.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Gangster!</title><content type='html'>This entire week i have been addicted to my brothers psp playing a little game called GTA:Vice City Stories. Over he week i have become the owner off prostitution,drug, money laundering,smiggling.robbery.protection racket rings. Hehe i earn 40100 $ per a day not bad hehe. Hmmm i love the feeling of walking onto the road picking a car hijacking it and driving it like its mine (kinda like SA think the developers must have visited SA) LOL. You have got to love it for once being a bad guy is fun!I have been addicted to the GTA series ever since GTA 3 and have been loving every minute of it. Hey where else do i get to beat passer by's to death witha baseball bat. Brilliant stress relief if you ask me.ANd since Vice city stories is set during the 80's i have been doing all of this to the sound of Foreigner- I wanna know what love is! Lol you have got to love it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-6691526688565908779?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6691526688565908779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=6691526688565908779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/6691526688565908779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/6691526688565908779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-gangster.html' title='I&apos;m Gangster!'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-2649474612552747066</id><published>2007-01-08T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T15:32:57.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A comment</title><content type='html'>I came up with the following during a late night musing i think its a brilliant piece of advice for everything all rolled up into one. Pretty good even if i d say so myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'expect nothing,but accept the possibilty that there may be something'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-2649474612552747066?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2649474612552747066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=2649474612552747066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/2649474612552747066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/2649474612552747066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/comment.html' title='A comment'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-951843110061362988</id><published>2007-01-02T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T16:36:43.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Two New years</title><content type='html'>Hmm this new years was a strange one for me it made me contemplate quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly too all my muslim friends, brothers, sisters Eid Mubarak and too everyone happy new years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new years was one of the first that i had stayed home in a long time and it was strange. Part of me could not sit still i felt restless like i had to be somewhere and doing something. Yet the fact that it was a big night stayed my hand. However why did sitting at home seem so hard?I felt caged even. I read about the muslim people who had eid and that night went to the square in jhb for the new years baash and part of me was disgusted but the other half hugely envious. Howcome they got to go out and i had to sit at home? It's truly a conflicting feeling. No to mention the fact that i had just watched a huge party on tv to usher in the new years. A rave party too? Maybe it didn't feel like eid this year cos well there was no sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you people but the no cutting thing doesn't agree with me. I enjoy the toul of cutting at home and working the whole morning and resting finally in the evening. And i missed qurbani meat for Lunch! :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i digress did anone feel the same as i did on that eid night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-951843110061362988?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/951843110061362988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=951843110061362988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/951843110061362988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/951843110061362988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/two-new-years.html' title='The Two New years'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-1403074705586390173</id><published>2007-01-02T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T16:22:58.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Hey one and all am back hehe sorry bout the long break twas on holiday!hehe sp posting been slow lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-1403074705586390173?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1403074705586390173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=1403074705586390173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/1403074705586390173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/1403074705586390173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-5292350892942404</id><published>2006-12-07T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T16:28:25.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Todays Lyrics from Depache Mode-Prescious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; Precious and fragile things&lt;br /&gt;Need special handling&lt;br /&gt;My God what have we done to you&lt;br /&gt;We always tried to share&lt;br /&gt;The tenderest of care&lt;br /&gt;Now look what we have put you through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get damaged&lt;br /&gt;Things get broken&lt;br /&gt;I thought we'd manage&lt;br /&gt;But words left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Left us so brittle&lt;br /&gt;There was so little left to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels with silver wings&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't know suffering&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could take the pain for you&lt;br /&gt;If God has a master plan&lt;br /&gt;That only He understands&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get damaged&lt;br /&gt;Things get broken&lt;br /&gt;I thought we'd manage&lt;br /&gt;But words left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Left us so brittle&lt;br /&gt;There was so little left to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray you learn to trust&lt;br /&gt;Have faith in both of us&lt;br /&gt;And keep room in your hearts for two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get damaged&lt;br /&gt;Things get broken&lt;br /&gt;I thought we'd manage&lt;br /&gt;But words left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Left us so brittle&lt;br /&gt;There was so little left to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-5292350892942404?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5292350892942404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=5292350892942404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/5292350892942404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/5292350892942404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/beautiful-lyrics.html' title='Beautiful Lyrics'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-630745940188402442</id><published>2006-12-07T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T16:26:42.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RXiw3CrcNtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7c9ZovazTVg/s1600-h/Ford+Giugiaro+Mustang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RXiw3CrcNtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7c9ZovazTVg/s320/Ford+Giugiaro+Mustang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005945445480675026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sexy Aint it hehe concept ford from the LAS Vegas Car show thanks to c net for the pictures check the full story at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://reviews.cnet.com/4326-11443_7-6553979-6.html?tag=ss_nxt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-630745940188402442?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/630745940188402442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=630745940188402442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/630745940188402442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/630745940188402442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/sexy-aint-it-hehe-concept-ford-from-las.html' title=''/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/RXiw3CrcNtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7c9ZovazTVg/s72-c/Ford+Giugiaro+Mustang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-9046759307792227160</id><published>2006-12-07T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T16:20:38.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the Best Jokes I ever heard</title><content type='html'>&gt; A rabbit was hopping through the forest when he came upon a giraffe&lt;br /&gt;rolling a joint. The rabbit said,"Giraffe, don't do drugs. Come, run with me through the forest." The giraffe looked at the rabbit, then at the joint. He dropped the joint and ran off with the rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; They came upon an elephant snorting cocaine. The rabbit&lt;br /&gt;said,"Elephant,don't do drugs. Come, run with us through the forest."&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;elephant looked at his razor blade and mirror, tossed them away and began running with the rabbit and giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The three animals then came across a lion about to shoot up. The&lt;br /&gt;rabbit&lt;br /&gt;said, "Lion, don't do drugs. Come, run with us through the forest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The lion looked at the rabbit and then at the needle. He put down the&lt;br /&gt;needle and started to beat up the rabbit. Horrified, the giraffe and&lt;br /&gt;elephant asked, "Lion, why are you doing this? He was trying to help&lt;br /&gt;you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The lion answered, "This little f***er? He makes me run around the&lt;br /&gt;forest&lt;br /&gt;like a f***ing idiot every time he's on ecstasy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-9046759307792227160?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/9046759307792227160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=9046759307792227160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/9046759307792227160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/9046759307792227160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-of-best-jokes-i-ever-heard.html' title='One of the Best Jokes I ever heard'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-4301416198739374622</id><published>2006-12-05T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T14:54:19.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Ladies</title><content type='html'>Morning all Currently the sounds of My Chemical romance thumping through my computer and i start to drift to other places now i have a question for you ladies...Through out my life the biggest obsticle to love has been friendship! Lol friendship like wow how does that work. If i had a dollar everytime i heard I cant see you as more then a friend...LOL well lets just say i wouldn't be studying okay hehe but anyways How does this work and why? Whats up with the whole friends thing anyways? Ladies some help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-4301416198739374622?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4301416198739374622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=4301416198739374622' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/4301416198739374622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/4301416198739374622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/dear-ladies.html' title='Dear Ladies'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-6457201171832353043</id><published>2006-12-05T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T14:40:27.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM BACK</title><content type='html'>Yes People im back from roving in jhb I dunno if its just me but all the girls in jhb just look soo beautiful all of them! And your torn and u dunno where to look too bad most are outta my league hehe Nways what hapn to liverpool tonight that was terrible i know that was a second string side but come on ppl Damn! oh well sure rafa knows what what hehe oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-6457201171832353043?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6457201171832353043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=6457201171832353043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/6457201171832353043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/6457201171832353043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back.html' title='IM BACK'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-8242204231588963484</id><published>2006-12-02T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T12:03:51.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Johnny</title><content type='html'>little April usually slept through class. One day the teacher called&lt;br /&gt;on her while she was napping, "Tell me, April, who created the &lt;br /&gt;universe?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When April didn't stir, little Johnny,a boy seated in the chair behind &lt;br /&gt;her, took a pin and jabbed her in the rear. "GOD ALMIGHTY!" shouted&lt;br /&gt;April? and the teacher said, "Very good" and April fell back asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later the teacher asked April, "Who is our Lord and &lt;br /&gt;Saviour,"?? But, April didn't even stir from her slumber. Once &lt;br /&gt;again, Johnny came? to the rescue and stuck her again. "JESUS CHRIST!" shouted April &lt;br /&gt;and the teacher said, "Very? good," and April fell back asleep. Then &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the teacher asked April a third question. "What did Eve say to Adam &lt;br /&gt;after she had her twenty-third child?" ?&lt;br /&gt;And again, Johnny jabbed her with the pin. This time April jumped up &lt;br /&gt;and shouted, "IF YOU STICK THAT F*****G THING IN ME ONE MORE TIME, &lt;br /&gt;I'LL BREAK IT IN HALF AND STICK IT UP YOUR AR5E!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Teacher fainted !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-8242204231588963484?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8242204231588963484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=8242204231588963484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/8242204231588963484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/8242204231588963484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/little-johnny.html' title='Little Johnny'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-6356369106866981346</id><published>2006-12-02T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T11:31:35.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa</title><content type='html'>LETTERS TO SANTA : &lt;br /&gt;The Chinese way :- &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Aaah Saanta Son, you bling much plesents. Velly much thenk you. China&lt;br /&gt;very biig place &amp; you fly leindeer all over. When you come down shimney&lt;br /&gt;this year we leave flied lice on table for you, santa son. For plesent&lt;br /&gt;this year, You santa, can bling sem ting you blinging last year. Aaaah&lt;br /&gt;So, Now You Know. Thenk You The Indian  Way:- &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Vanakum Santa. Ayor, you so kind for bringing lovely presents uncle. &lt;br /&gt;This year vee hoping you bring Dee Vee Dee. Aya nava watch khabi khushi,&lt;br /&gt;thats why vee vant Dee Vee Dee player. Southrie is so spitefull,&lt;br /&gt;evrrrrrry time you vant to borrow the video machine they say Naw, when&lt;br /&gt;Boya come haum he vant to vatch one latest release. Bamanies. Please&lt;br /&gt;Santa aya is so old now, dono if she vill see christmas but please bring&lt;br /&gt;Dee vee Dee, Veel show that southrie &amp; boya. Aurite then.&lt;br /&gt;The Coloured Way:- &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa.... what kind my o`.Check here exe , that arra present you brought&lt;br /&gt;last year was hundreds,but this year you must rakvol &amp; bring the ouens&lt;br /&gt;levi`s and sebago`s. Al , what kind bra we need the nuwe kleres to slaan&lt;br /&gt;4 da jol and da Chriza`s. You make out my outie. Shot bra. Any way we'll&lt;br /&gt;dalla a straight &amp; a braai for you my outie....make u lakka doozoo for&lt;br /&gt;the the ride back to the mums ....hahaha ....or if u smaak we can dalla&lt;br /&gt;a lukka chup of the mums (Mrs.Clause)....u make out !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The African Way:- &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Heita Santa, Sometimes I'm Thiiiiinking what i'm wanting thiiis kismus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iiif I'm not having tekey for putting in oven i'm going to be eating&lt;br /&gt;shicken &amp; cheeps again. Aibo santa i'm tyreed of that. Can you plees be&lt;br /&gt;bringing me some turk to eeet. Me being so thankfuuul if you can be&lt;br /&gt;doooing that for myself. Yabong baba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-6356369106866981346?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6356369106866981346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=6356369106866981346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/6356369106866981346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/6356369106866981346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-4856170822321560602</id><published>2006-12-02T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T10:59:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top lyrics</title><content type='html'>Hey guys one of the best lyrics ever one of most profound ppl sent it to me check it out it makes sense:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: The Fray&lt;br /&gt;Album: How To Save A Life&lt;br /&gt;Title: How To Save A Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step one, you say we need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;He walks, you say sit down it's just a talk.&lt;br /&gt;He smiles politely back at you,&lt;br /&gt;You stare politely right on through.&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of window to your right.&lt;br /&gt;As he goes left and you stay right.&lt;br /&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to wonder why you came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I know how to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him know that you know best&lt;br /&gt;Cuz after all, you do know best.&lt;br /&gt;Try to slip past his defense&lt;br /&gt;Without granting innocence&lt;br /&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;The things you've told him all along.&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he begins to raise his voice,&lt;br /&gt;You lower yours and grant him one last choice.&lt;br /&gt;Drive until you lose the road&lt;br /&gt;Or break with the ones you've followed.&lt;br /&gt;He will do one of two things.&lt;br /&gt;He will admit to everything,&lt;br /&gt;Or he'll say he's just not the same&lt;br /&gt;And you'll begin to wonder why you came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-4856170822321560602?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4856170822321560602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=4856170822321560602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/4856170822321560602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/4856170822321560602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/top-lyrics.html' title='Top lyrics'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-5574528905113406214</id><published>2006-12-02T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T10:54:29.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sup</title><content type='html'>Sup ppl wats hapnin been away for awhile nways interesting stuff for today coming nways will post later luka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-5574528905113406214?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5574528905113406214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=5574528905113406214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/5574528905113406214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/5574528905113406214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/sup.html' title='Sup'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-6176209092175373718</id><published>2006-11-27T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:56:09.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings</title><content type='html'>Yes helllo ppl welcome to my blog.Unfortunately it aint as interesting as neo's but i'll try just don't expect to  much nways luka everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-6176209092175373718?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6176209092175373718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=6176209092175373718' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/6176209092175373718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/6176209092175373718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/greetings.html' title='Greetings'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-1771196281365905264</id><published>2006-11-27T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T17:29:12.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to sleep</title><content type='html'>Anyways ppl my first day of posting done what i will do now tho is try updating this thing as much as possible right now listening to shit music on bro's cpu he loves his rap n rnb what hapen to the rave and rock of my generation? Yeah all these lighties cardboard gangsta's now oh well shit hapens lol later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-1771196281365905264?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1771196281365905264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=1771196281365905264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/1771196281365905264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/1771196281365905264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/time-to-sleep.html' title='Time to sleep'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239939206135308902.post-1820559953898614624</id><published>2006-11-27T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T17:26:19.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>European Footballer of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/614/273430078873939/1600/cannavaro_ballondor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/614/273430078873939/320/cannavaro_ballondor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Ppl thats ryt Cannavaro Is the european player of the year its been more then three years since an italian won it (the last was baggio) Hehe so all you azzuri fans out there congrats. Unfortunately i am not to thrilled as i am a german fan however i will give the man credit(as he did knock us out of the world cup)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239939206135308902-1820559953898614624?l=mazozoplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1820559953898614624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239939206135308902&amp;postID=1820559953898614624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/1820559953898614624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239939206135308902/posts/default/1820559953898614624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mazozoplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/european-footballer-of-year.html' title='European Footballer of the year'/><author><name>mazozo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09757950913395021365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiyy2lIrssE/SdHvLcwAz8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lKKhVzlwXZs/S220/watchmen-comedian-md.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
