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I was browsing the net (as what I do daily) when I found a blog that has same posts as mine. What was only different is the blog layout. It's heartbreaking actually to continue reading "his" blog entries. I bumped in to his blog last June 2007 (time when he has just newly started blogging) and gave him a comment. I already noticed his "KSP" attitude (ADHD medically) but didn't mind it because I took into consideration that he has just started and blogging and soon enough he will be able to find his identity. But I guess I was wrong. I felt sad because if only he knows what's behind my dramatic posts, with my career of being a nurse, and my frustration to be a pediatrician years from now. if only you know...

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Anonymous said…
i hate it din when someone has the same layout or something else as mine..
Anonymous said…
Plagiarism 'yun ah! Did you confront him or something. I'm so sad for him. He doesn't know the real essence of blogging and expression. He just wanted to look cool, I think. But then it sort of flatters you thinking that someone plagiarizes your work. Have you confronted him yet?
Anonymous said…
that's sad.. i hate it when people does that.

btw, it was really nice to finally have met you in person.. tahimik ka ah? ^^,
Anonymous said…
Bastos yun ah! You should file a suit against him/her. Then again, be flattered. :)
Dantes said…
Perhaps there is someone who is stalking you. Perhaps there is something in your post that struck him the most. We can never tell right? Anyway thats just being optimistic.

You can tell him your thoughts and opinion on what he is doing. But I agree with Arlo. That is a form of Plagiarism
L.A said…
Huwhat pati ba naman personal blog post kinokopya na? Nitry kung alamin kung sino via http://www.copyscape.com/ pero wala naman lumabas hmp...sino kaya yan?

Sino yan aaron?

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