I was happily enjoying a relaxing island vacation when I suddenly received a SMS from our friendly fabulous baker. Normally, I would have ignored an incoming text message, but since it wasn’t from anyone work-related, I read it. No harm right? Or so I thought!
After a few kan-cheong replies, I found out that my blog article was published on the Sunday Star. “Wow,” I thought. I need to get my hands on it to see for myself. Then it struck me that McCutie and I had left the papers at the restaurant when were out for dinner earlier – and this after an entire day waiting to get hold of the Sunday edition. Talk about having rotten luck. Dammit!
Luckily, McCutie brought along the office laptop (the poor sod had to work during the first day of our vacation). As luck would have it in situations like these, the Maxis 3G connection wasn’t strong enough and only GPRS connection was available. We fired up The Star Online site anyway and began searching. After some 20-minutes of searching at the speed of a kura-kura, we finally found it.
There it was in full glory. My review of Woo Lan Restaurant. I was genuinely happy for a moment. Actually scrap that. I was actually proud to see my comic being published (in colour!). McCutie was obviously happy too – kept on chanting “Ooh, I’m holidaying with a famous blogger“.
However minutes later, after reading the entire article, it dawn on me that I’ve been duped! Albeit being thankful to the writer for the free publicity given on the country’s most popular English-language daily and the attention it has garnered, I was rather taken aback at how it was blatantly ‘stolen‘ almost word-for-word right off my blog without any prior consent (written or verbal)! I mean, is this even legal? Can a publication publish any content that doesn’t belong to them without consent of the owner? Did I click on any pre-approved box that allows my blog contents to be printed automatically?
And even if it was legal to do so (which I’m SURE it isn’t), what ever happened to common courtesy. I would have said “yes,” in a heartbeat if they’ve asked for permission. This monkey can after all be a media
whore darling if he wants to. At the risk of sounding ungrateful, I can’t help but feel like I’ve been bullied by the big boys. Sighs. Any one with similar experiences?
So, what’s the moral of the story? Never answer a call or SMS during your vacation. Better yet, leave the phone at home and enjoy yourself.