I am paranoid, but what did you expect me to do?
Did someone translate my fiction (Those Spring Days) into Vietnamese without asking me for permission?
Well, at least he/she wrote my name as the author (instead of claiming the story as their own). I still remember the pain of being plagiarized and I don't tolerate it much - in fact, I don't tolerate it AT ALL.
The story is kind of very personal to me (some old diary entries of mine will tell you why), I wish the person who has done this translation would at least ask for my permission before posting it at some other place...
After crying so much (and holding back not to cry even more), it felt pretty much like a kick to the stomach having to find my stories scattering about in places I hadn't even heard of before google told me. Meh... Bad days. And nights.
And I'm still wishing for that bitch at my office to choke on those pieces of papers she had been complaining about.
Well, at least he/she wrote my name as the author (instead of claiming the story as their own). I still remember the pain of being plagiarized and I don't tolerate it much - in fact, I don't tolerate it AT ALL.
The story is kind of very personal to me (some old diary entries of mine will tell you why), I wish the person who has done this translation would at least ask for my permission before posting it at some other place...
After crying so much (and holding back not to cry even more), it felt pretty much like a kick to the stomach having to find my stories scattering about in places I hadn't even heard of before google told me. Meh... Bad days. And nights.
And I'm still wishing for that bitch at my office to choke on those pieces of papers she had been complaining about.