I don't check out people in Friendster as often as I did few years back - I blame it on my severe attacks of laziness or maybe there's just nobody worthy checking out anymore (except of course, my beau's).
For some reason, I just checked out an ex-officemate's account and to my surprise, whatever she has "written" on her about me part looked so familiar. Ha! I wrote that myself months ago!
Not that I am trying to be perfect, in fact - I am far from perfect but plagiarism is so way beyond me and that is some place am not letting my name get stained at. If you cannot write your own darn piece, don't steal. Its not like we're talking about life and death situation here. Come on, don't give me this crap.
I love to write. It has been my talking medium since time immemorial. I have lots of well-kept notebooks containing all my insights, doodles, essays and poems I've lovingly and painstakingly written. You see, am not fond of talking and presenting. It’s not innate to me, so one could just imagine how much courage pills I have to take to be able to stand in front and do the talking.
Imagine how devastated I am to find out that somebody just copied my own darn work without my knowledge. And to make things even worst - she is in my Friendster's list. Not quite a smart move. Ha! One thing I have learned from the movie The Number 23 - "your sin will find you."
This is saddening and even maddening! And I cannot seem to get this thing out of my head.
You see, I breathe and practically live in writing - how dare that Celine (Ceyh) stain my place!
For some reason, I just checked out an ex-officemate's account and to my surprise, whatever she has "written" on her about me part looked so familiar. Ha! I wrote that myself months ago!
Not that I am trying to be perfect, in fact - I am far from perfect but plagiarism is so way beyond me and that is some place am not letting my name get stained at. If you cannot write your own darn piece, don't steal. Its not like we're talking about life and death situation here. Come on, don't give me this crap.
I love to write. It has been my talking medium since time immemorial. I have lots of well-kept notebooks containing all my insights, doodles, essays and poems I've lovingly and painstakingly written. You see, am not fond of talking and presenting. It’s not innate to me, so one could just imagine how much courage pills I have to take to be able to stand in front and do the talking.
Imagine how devastated I am to find out that somebody just copied my own darn work without my knowledge. And to make things even worst - she is in my Friendster's list. Not quite a smart move. Ha! One thing I have learned from the movie The Number 23 - "your sin will find you."
This is saddening and even maddening! And I cannot seem to get this thing out of my head.
You see, I breathe and practically live in writing - how dare that Celine (Ceyh) stain my place!
