And we're back

Keeping in mind that this blog is about nothing and that we hope to get famous the same way that seinfeld did....heres something about nothing in general....actually forget that...im going to talk about something very substantial...Arsenal FC...is there any other symbol in the world other than our crest that inspires so much of loyalty, passion and emotion. Im not dissing the fans of the other teams but what im trying to say is that while we havent won anything substantial for a while, real football fans love the way we play. the phrase 'poetry in motion' must have been coined keeping Arsenal in mind. The gunners make football look pretty ...dodging defenders with ease and grace. I also want to take this oppurtunity to talk about the transformers....Optimus Prime is not the koolest transformer...granted he has the coolest name but in terms of the shit he can pull off the coolest transformer is undoubtedly Starscream. GI Joe were the koolest action figures ever tho....i mean i spent the first 8 years of my life in love with lady jaye....snake eyes was badass as well...why the hell wud sumone want to by manchester city....the xbox 360 kicks PS3 ass.......free tibet....peace and much love

Trendsetters!

so guess what.. i mean besides the fact that all my posts begin with a 'well' or a 'so' which is quite weird in itself actually.
But the point i'm trying to make here is that we seem to have set quite a trend with our blog.. all over the country(our class actually) i see blogs popping up.. lil blogs pushing their heads through the dark damp soil to meet the bright cyber sunshine outside.. went Wordsworth on u there i know.. sorry...
sigh boredom...

Blessy

guess who's back..

So here i am after my long and forced exile.. having foiled amar's pathetic attempt at taking over the blog... sometimes he jus forgets who he's dealing with.. *pats* its allright lil fella.

There's this new thing.. its called impulsive writing.. im not entirely sure if that is the purpose of a blog but then again.. that's wat we do best..

So moving on to my constant i-do-it-2-annoy-u commentary on every post u err.. post. Amar; *pause 4 emphasis* jus when id given up hope on u.. u come up wid something like dat..but then again..u dint come up wid that.. so the worlds all fine again.. and im still Queen. I dunno how u manage 2 be such an a** and still give me a complex..

Ur second post..the one where u go on about the pen..i know how that feels..the urge is so bad it almost hurts.. but then i find myself in a place where all that id wanted to say so badly just disappears over the edge.. with a slight push from my inferiority complex.. this is the point where i stare at the screen or the paper and wonder if im going to say anything at all..

Yes i do realise dt im makin dis blog all bout me... and that im bullyin amar 2 his crying-out-for-his-mama point and that hes being the mature smart half of blamar...
i sure do observe a lotta things...chronic self obsession anyone?

Cheers

Blessy

My favourite monologue of all time...

This is why we go to the movies...to see and hear something that inspires the crap out of us

Aurthur Edens : Michael. Dear Michael. Of course it's you, who else could they send, who else could be trusted? I... I know it's a long way and you're ready to go to work... all I'm saying is just wait, just... just wait and please just hear me out because this is not an episode, relapse, fuck-up, it's... I'm begging you Michael. I'm begging you. Try to make believe this is not just madness because this is not just madness. Two weeks ago I came out of the building ok, I'm running across 6th avenue there's a car waiting, I've got exactly 38 minutes to get to the airport and I'm dictating. There's this panicked associate sprinting along beside me, scribbling in a notepad, and suddenly she starts screaming, and I realize we're standing in the middle of the street, the light's changed, there's this wall of traffic, serious traffic speeding towards us, and I... I freeze, I can't move, and I'm suddenly consumed with the overwhelming sensation that I'm covered in some sort of film. It's in my hair, my face... it's like a glaze... a coating, and... at first I thought, oh my god, I know what this is, this is some sort of amniotic - embryonic - fluid. I'm drenched in afterbirth, I've breached the chrysalis, I've been reborn. But then the traffic, the stampede, the cars, the trucks, the horns, the screaming and I'm thinking no-no-no, reset, this is not rebirth, this is some kind of giddy illusion of renewal that happens in the final moment before death. And then I realize no-no-no, this is completely wrong because I look back at the building and I had the most stunning moment of clarity. I... I... I realized Michael, that I had emerged not from the doors of Kenner, Bach, and Odeen, not through the portals of our vast and powerful law firm, but from the asshole of an organism who's sole function is to excrete the... the... the poison, the ammo, the defoliant necessary for other, larger, more powerful organisms to destroy the miracle of humanity. And that I had been coated in this patina of shit for the best part of my life. The stench of it and the sting of it would in all likelihood take the rest of my life to undue. And you know what I did? I took a deep cleansing breath and I put that notion aside. I tabled it. I said to myself as clear as this may be, as potent a feeling as this is, as true a thing as I believe I witnessed today, it must wait. It must stand the test of time, and Michael, the time is now.

i meant to type honest abe...not a honest abe...sorry bout any other typo...how do u deal with blogging mistakes...fuck virgins must be such a nervous bunch....the cyberspace is a deflowerer

Cry me a river...

Has it ever happened that you wanna write so bad that it literally hurts when you dont. However when you actually have the 'mightier than the sword' apparatus in your hands or the qwerty under ur palms...it jus doesnt flow....its called writers block....losers!!!! Let me tell you how to get over it....type...obviously try to make sense..gibberish never helped anyone write the next great novel...cept Dan Brown..but thats an itch ill scratch some other day.....Abraham Lincoln once said..."The easiest way for a man to know himself is to pen his thoughts." See how easy it is? Abe never even said that. I made that up. I needed to get a point accross and i gave myself more credibility by using a honest Abe(doubt he gives a fuck up in mormon heaven. I know he wasnt mormon..but if they dont accept him...ar u kiddin me?????) Anyway another thing i hate is when someone says "penny fer your thoughts"....thats so insulting......and when u tell dem dat theyre all like i was jus wondering wats on ur mind...wat if its inflation bitches?????and the fact that ure only offering a penny....c how im jus goin with the flow here...this is line no 11....till a week ago i had a vague notion as to what a blog actually was.....now ive conformed.......who reads this shit anyway??? Ill prob look back at this like a year later when i check fer my own internet presence...and ill be like fuck back then i needed to get laid or get high...preferably both....Superman is god to me...he is to Jerry Seinfeld as well...id worship superman if he dint wear his underwear on the outside....but then having that and a green rock which can be found only millions of miles away from earth as his only weaknesses make him omnipotent. Sumone asked me the other day if ill become famous in my own lifetime....well if i dont then does it really matter to me...fuck ya....now here comes the tough part...as a guy....i dun really wanna write this down...but as a superintelligent fucktard i need to....lets talk about love...were done.....peace

The traditional first post...

This is how a blog shud begin and so imm'na go do all d shit my very very responsible bitch of a blogeauge amar dint...
So hello!! dis is blessy of blamar.
Welcum 2 our blog... we hope u read every post word to word.. nd all dat blaa....
So the reason we've begun this is 2 carry our never-ending ego clashes onto cyberspace...
and to make fun of other ppl's blogs...
and cz were super super bored.... and cuz nobody gives any importance to kangaroos...
so happy reading...

blessy...

why do have to think of so many titles?

turns out we dont really have to apply to the international bloggie blog council to start a blog...titanic...titanic....debbie does dallas....bangbros.....naughty america....so heres our first post...all that was so u could get directed towards our page.....blessy said it works if u put in keywords that ppl usually search for.....shes currently busy hating herself because of this unforseen and unfortunate new joint venture...

Sorry fer not coming up with something spectacular
Amar