write a blog

i’ve started my blog. it’s still on private though… once i’ve written 30 entries, i’ll consider it done :)

Hi all,

Welcome to my blog.................

U can see lots of interesting things in my blog.

Just Wait and see....................

It is amazing that you can combine 43T, Facebook, a blog and twitter all in one on a blog! It safes me a lot of heartache and individual emails to let people know what I am up to and why they often can not reach me on one or the other forum. Sometimes you just need to focus and WORK and not be a slave of seven different social network thingies, so halleluja for the smart people who invented INTEGRATION!

Have you ever just wanted to crawl in a hole and dissapear from the face of the earth? If you haven’t, you are one lucky being. These past couple of weeks has to have been the hardest ones of my short life. You see, it all started in February. My grandmother died. I guess you could say we were close. But we all seen it comeing, noone expected it to happen so quickly, or even at all. Well, i got past that, always keeping the memory of her with me. Until about three weeks ago. It was three days after my birthday…. Well, before i start off about my dad, there are a few things you should know about him. He is what some people would call, “A failure in life.” I only say this because for the past eight years he has been in prison. It sucks because i always DID want to have a father in my life, and be a daddys girl. But, that was just impossible with me not seeing him in about eight years, and everything. Well, back to what i was saying, three days after my fifteenth birthday, i received a card from my dad. It said, “Happy 14th Birthday Amber Lynn”. You see, my middle name is spelled “Lyn”, i know its a strange way to spell it, blame my mom. Another thing is, it was my fifteenth birthday. Then that same night, my sister let me read a letter that he had sent her, it was talking about how he was doing, and i thought that was normally what a letter would say. Until i read the part that said, “Amber seems like a real bitch. I think she really needs to get her ass kicked!”. WTF?, I was so hurt. Words couldn’t explain the feelings i felt. It wouldn’t have bothered me as much if he actually knew ANYTHING about me. Because i know i do have my bitchy moments. But still, he had no right to say that about me. And last wednesday i found out that he was able to get out of prison in by the end of May. My sister is graduating from high school in June. The thing is… he decided to move to a different prison, a prison that was closer to his parents house. If he moved to that prison, he would get an income, and he would have to be in prison for another year. What was i to feel? Anger, hurt, or sorrow for my sister? I think it was just a mixture between all. I didn’t know what to do, i felt like i, and even more, my sister had been let down to an extreme. So, i cried… a lot. I couldn’t think of anything else to do. It was hard, and then i decided… I was done with his bullshit. I was getting adopted by my moms ex husbang Chris. He had ALWAYS been there for me and thought of me as his own daughter. I loved him. My mom well, at first she didn’t understand. I had to explain to her that she had no idea what it was like. To be let down time and time again. It hurts! She told me that no matter what, he was my father. The only thing i could think of was saying with tears streaming down my face, “HE’S ONLY MY FATHER BECAUSE HE HAD SEX WITH YOU; THAT IS THE ONLY THING THAT MAKES HIM MY FATHER. AND THE FACT THAT I HAVE SOME OF HIS GENES IN ME!” Am i wrong for not trying to understand him? I need help, idk. Its all just way too hard for me. I am a teenager, i need a father. And a father is supposed to be a positive image on my life. My dad, has had zero positive influence on my live. Chris on the other hand, has been there from day one. And i can always count on him to be there.

okay. i shall get this done. i’m signing up right now. i solemnly swear to write everyday. when it’s up and running, i shall force you guys to read it! muahahahaha…

Dear guys NATIONAL MANAGEMENT COLLEGE is fake institute as it is not accredited and affiliated college as the management have told us that they provide us the degree of recognised university but after taking the fees they dont provide us the degree here tehe top management is all rubbish they are not capable of handling the college as they are all BCOM pass and the centre head of the college is the BBA only the 22 years old girl who dont have any experince here all the people give commitments but they didnt fullfill it its a hote guys its not a college there is no discipline and now about the certification they are teling us that we can take the distance learning from 2 universities now tell us a student taking or enrolled in october 2008 can get a affilation from the university come in 2009 year its totally a fake institute where the persons are eating the money if u want more information than search about the blog about the college and also they have done a scam in ahemdabad the fake degree case so pls dont go in this college as i hav lost my money and i am trying that i will file a case against them and i am proceeding in that they are totally fraud

I’ve tried a bunch of times now to start and maintain a blog. The longest blog I’ve ever kept lasted for about 3 months. Back then, I had a whole lot on my mind to write about. Since then, I have tried to start up again twice and basically abandoned my writing days after starting. I am starting a new blog, once again, and we’ll see how long this one lasts….

I think it is such a good idea. Mine is rather boring but hey another goal completed and I enjoy doing it

Check it out http://jadeyox.blogspot.com/

hi.i am koushik.i am best.

I’d like to revive it. I think my problem was that I wanted it to be perfect, and have a very coherent theme and topic. I need to give myself permission to write whatever strikes my fancy. Either a topic will emerge, or it won’t and I’ll still have fun. I need not to care about readership or anything like that. I need to write for me!