I didn’t think of deleting any of the hateful comments i got at first.
Branding me a slut, a boyfriend-stealer, amongst others.

“I’m so sorry… are you okay?” asked DM.
“Yeah. I’m fine,” i said flatly.
“I don’t know how you do it…”
“Well, i know it’s not true. And we have no idea who these people are. So why let it bother me? If i listened to everything people had to say about me, i wouldn’t be myself!”

I wouldn’t.
I’d be too cautious and choked up, afraid and wondering what people people people will say.

“Can’t you take them down?”
“Yes… but i won’t. Cos i have nothing to hide.”
“But it’s not fair..!”
“I know it’s not fair. It’s just circumstance.”
“Do you want me to leave a comment and say something?” he asked worriedly.
I laughed. “What are you going to say? Gosh, don’t need la.”

So i left them up.
Someone else branded him a slut.
“What… i’ve never been called a slut before!” he shook his head in disbelief.
I joked wryly, “See… maybe you shouldn’t go out with a blogger, huh?”
He gave a lopsided smile in reply.

So still i left them up.
And they got worse… and worse.

Stupid people are, and always will be, stupid.
They only talk and listen to what they want to hear.
The fact that you spoke to a close friend of the ex means you have all the story?
I’m sure everyone has their own version to the story.
Have you bothered asking DM what he has to say?

I consulted blog tai kor Kenny Sia.

Kenny Sia says:
wtf some ppl too free
*KinkyChillFairy* says:
do you moderate your comments? or you don’t bother
Kenny Sia says:
of course i delete some nasty comments
its my web space, i paid for it
why should i allow abusive comments to reside on my site?
like i’m paying ppl to abuse me
*KinkyChillFairy* says:
lol
Kenny Sia says:
damn not worth it right?
but it sucks that that’s the case lah
seriously, feel free to del the comments
or if u can ban the ip, even better
*KinkyChillFairy* says:
ha ok, i ask my programmer
seriously -_- go see my last post comments. they like fucking cannot stop ok
Kenny Sia says:
u gotta be able to track the ip address from ur admin window
see if they’re the same folks
*KinkyChillFairy* says:
they are
i just checked

In our short conversation, his line repeated in my head: “Of course i delete some nasty comments.
Its my web space, i paid for it. Why should i allow abusive comments to reside on my site? Like i’m paying ppl to abuse me.”

So for the first time since i moved site, i deleted the comments.

But to the poor hardworking folk who have been diligently posting those comments, why, hello there.

Of course, by hello, i’m referring to the three or so people who have been finding time to invest in fictional story-telling, but you already knew this was for you. Why wouldn’t you? The only reason you would stop by and have a little chat is because you’d want me to respond.

So here i am.

Unfortunately for you, this isn’t a two-way conversation. If i made a little effort, i can probably confirm your identities, but where’s the fun in that? Of course, the fun lies in *your* claims. Oh, and for the others reading this, by *your*, i mean the three IPs who have been spamming comments the past few days. Staggering crowd, i know.

You call me a slut. I call you a liar.

You call me a thief. I call you a liar.

You call caution to my kinky name. What are you, nine-years-old?

This isn’t a rebuttal, because i don’t owe you an explanation, especially when you don’t have the balls to tell it to my face and have me slam it back at yours in return. I can and should elaborate on all the things which will inevitably make you look like an idiot, but that’s not necessary. I say this because you’re still the coward behind the monitor, and i’m the one asking you to, at the very least, con more people into joining your deluded cause because frankly, if you want a revolution, build an army.

At least don’t be silly and lie about it too.

Oh, wow… I guess you really got to me because look, you took up 15 minutes of my drinking time at Somo.
If you have further questions, please, feel free to ask me there.
I might even buy you a drink.
No poison. I promise.