Mystery possibly solved

Think I have solved the mystery about my weird anonymous commenter. Although I am feeling a bit angry with the whole thing, I won’t be meaning a write your full name out here, but I really have a good idea. Let me give you readers some clues. Firstly, the reader who I’ll call MC, Mystery commenter, claims I’ve been writing liable things in my blog. I can only think of one person whom I’ve not been very kind to in my blog. Also, I had a thorough look at the comments and the way it was written. The English is extremely poor, with unbelievably bad grammar and spelling which isn’t only inaccurate, but completely out of hand. In stead of Understand and Saturday for example, MC spells Satterday and undirstand.

I thought the person was possibly Norwegian, but I compared it to some emails I received from somebody in Asia who I probably have upset, and found that the spelling was exactly the same, not only similar, but completely 100%identical to the emails. I told my sister about MC and her googled the blog based on a few words like names of the places I’ve been writing about, journalism etc. My blog was the 7th, so not hard to find. In order to fid it though; I think the person ought to know me. If somebody really was sick, they could sit down, put all the clues about who I am that I have dropped in this blog together, find my name, and from there go find my parents names and where my dad works.\However, I doubt whether that’s been happening. I reckon the person knows my name and googled in a few terms describing me and then came across the blog. Having my name, it was easy for that person to find out my middle name and from there that my parents are. Also, I knew it couldn’t be a Norwegian and it also couldn’t be somebody who knows me well. My close friends in Norway, including Sister has that address and she’s not disgusted by anything I write. Most of my other close close friends have the address too. My boyfriend knows about the blog and what I write and he isn’t disgusted. Even M knows about it. Mum and Dad know that I’m writing an online journal, and although they don’t have the address, it’s no secret to them. I wouldn’t be over joyed if my dad and mum read a couple of the things I’d written about, but I know they’ve been young to and probably done things they’re not proud of or don’t want their daughter to know, so they would most likely understand. Besides, I do nothing wrong really. Should my church find out about my “unchristian” activities, I have the honesty and morals to confess to it. I can’t really see what’s so unchristian about my activities. I know devoted Christians who have had sex before marriage and who have tried weed and God is the one who will judge me for what I am doing, not MC or any other human beings. Another reason why think MC isn’t Norwegian is that he/she doesn’t seem to know a lot about the western cultures. It’s not likely that fathers of grown-up women in Norway will discipline their daughters when they’re over 18. Ok, not the most intelligent sentence, but I think you know what I mean. Also, anyone who would think my father would do that to me, doesn’t know him. True, my dad has a hot temper and can sometimes do and say slightly unbelievable things, but then, can’t we all? So I don’t believe my dad will.

MC, I reckon you’re Asian and that I have offended you in this blog. That just about sums it all up and it is as good as spelling out your name. Anyway, should you not like my blog in the future, quit reading it. I will continue to write sexy posts, but I may have to password protected them. I’ll wait and see how things develop.

Apart from trying to play detective, this weekend has been fairly quiet. Friday I had a long phone meeting with a lovely Norwegian journalist who is trying to help me develop in my career. It was lovely talking to her and even though I really want to stay in London, I have decided to apply for a few jobs in Norway, summer jobs that is. In the evening J, KS’s brother J had made some lovely chicken wings and chips. We had a few drinks with that and even though I didn’t plan it, I fell asleep there. In the morning, KS and I made some very quiet love which we disguised by talking so as not to be too obvious about what we were doing for the sake of not making J embarrassed. My dad called me just afterwards and figured out I hadn’t been sleeping at home tonight, which he found nothing but hilarious. Especially since I tried to deny it. In the evening we were supposed to see Kelly Rowland, but so many of the people who were originally going, cancelled, so KS, J, K, TG and I headed for Weatherspoon’s where we hooked up with HMF. After dinner, HMF and I didn’t really feel like going home, so we stayed and chatted for a bit after the others left.

Sunday morning, I got up fairly early and watched V for Vendetta. Great movie about a future totalitarian Britain which I highly recommend. The J made a wicked Caribbean Sunday roast. Chicken, lamb, cabbage, carrots, rice and fried potatoes with very nice pepper gravy. I don’t even like gravy, but I loved this one, so it was very well done. Then I went to church and then went home to listen to some new crime radio plays my friend Thomas sent me. Oh, and I also sent in an application form for a job I really really want!
I also got my period yesterday, but the Mooncup really helps. ‘m glad I got it.

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