-Ralph Waldo Emerson-
People usually think they'd hate them, but I don't know. Sometimes it can be a nice feeling if you took it the right way. Say, instead of thinking they're plagiarizing you, why not think this way: They idolize/envy/admire/whateveryoucallit you enough to want to follow you because they want, if not wholly then at least partly, to be you.
I was randomly surfing the net whn i came upon this 15 y/o stranger blogger (nope, not saying names - it's not exactly my style to bring embarassment upon others, unless of course they did something awfully horrid and I'd hate them to their core *muahahaha I'm evil*) who copied and pasted a chunk of my blog post (i.e., this one) directly onto hers and didn't even make an effort to note that it was originally MY idea. AND she copied/pasted (edited some parts) of MY blog welcome note. OH PLEASE, you're only 15, are you really leading the life I AM?
Despite all that, I don't really feel mad at her, coz well, I guess its a pretty nice feeling to know that people do like my posts so much that they'd copy/paste them as their own.
To whom it may concern, if you're reading this, no, I'm not angry at you. Shocked, yes - by you blatantly copying chunks out of my work and not even editing them into somthing subtly mine but still un-provable *lol is there even such a word* - dumbfounded, yes - for realising how much my blog (which I personally think it's crap) appeals to some - but not angry. I like it that you think me good enough to influence your blog, your style of writing. Just that, couldn't you at least reveal yourself to me, rather than just wait for me to "accidentally" find out about you? You might think (correct me if I'm wrong) I'd never find out, but the blogoshere is a pretty tiny world, especially when we both are Malaysians. Everybody knows everybody.
I don't mind you copying my stuff, but couldn't you at least just credit me a little at the end of it?
Whatever it is, I guess I just wanna say that I am kinda touched in a way, that you'd admire my work so much that you would incorporate it into yours.
Last but not least, nice to meet you. =)
It's such a nice feeling to know that at least I'm getting fans all over Malaysia and Singapore =)
P.S.: I know some pople may tak this the wrong way, but stop saying I'm showing off, kay, coz I'm not. If anything, I'm just revealing how happy and amazed I am about all this, which is what EVERYONE does best on their blogs - pour out their true feelings. In my case, it's happiness. So stop about me being a show off. Just stop. Before I decide to hate you right back. =)
Oh, I did something regrettable today. Oh, so regrettable and stupid, I swear I will never do it again.
Or maybe it's just because it's my first time doing it, and my conscience, still clean about it, isn't too happy about it yet.
Reminds me of how I NEVER skipped lectures in my freshman year (at least for the first semester) - even skipping lectures once makes me guilty as hell and I'd make up my mind to study extra hard to make up for it - and how just about a year later (and counting), I miss more lectures than the ones I attend. *oops*
Anyways, about this thing I'm doing, I'm so embarrased about it I can't even come to say what it is. All I know is, I swear it will NEVER happen again and this will be the first and last time I'm doing it. I don't know why I did it in the first place. I knew it deep down there I shouldn't, and I told mysef I shouldn't, but in the end I went and did it anyway.
I wished I could turn back time. If only I could.
And. No, it's not about me losing my virginity, smoking, taking drugs, or killing someone. If it helps, I'll be glad to tell you that the 'grave mistake' I did is actually much less serious, just something EVERYONE wished they could do (I'll pay you $100 if you can find someone who can swear that he/she has NEVER thought about doing what I did) but never really could imagine themselves really doing it for no good cause; maybe I'm just one of the more couragous ones who really went all out and did it for no good reason at all.
Moral of the story?
NEVER, EVER, EVER go against your conscience. It'll make you pay by killing you on the inside oh-so-painfully you'll wish you never lived.