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Friday, January 26, 2007

I'm just a teenage dirtbag

This blog brings around a lot of wonders. One such wonder came in the form of final-year student who emailed me a few days ago. She (assuming she's a she from the email she uses, you know the usual flowery girly name for an email) wanted me to answer a questionnaire on 'demographics, psychological well-being, and the motives of the individual weblogger in Malaysia'.
She's from a local university and I get the impression that this is part of her final-year project. Ahhhh...the good 'ol varsity days. How could I say no?
Things turned out funny when I read the questionnaire. It was divided into 4 parts, each with a different set of questions. Part 1 is demography. Part 2 is Self Esteem. Part 3 is, get this...Level of Loneliness. Part 4 finally is Motive.
You get at what I'm saying by the title of the different parts? Let me try out a couple of questions:
Part 2: Self Esteem
On a scale of 1 to 4, 1 being Strongly Agree and 4 being Strongly Disagree.

On the whole, I am satisfied with myself.
Scale: 1. Yep, especially after watching Paris Hilton. And I don't mean on tv.


All in all, I am inclined to think that I am a failure.
Scale: 1. You know where I can get a Magnum .45 in Seremban?


Part 3: Level of Loneliness
On a scale of 1 to 4, 1 being Often and 4 being Never.

How often do you feel you have nobody to talk to?
Scale: 2. Only when my imaginary friend goes to the toilet.


How often do you feel it is difficult for you to make friends?
Scale: 4. That's why they have Friendster, right? Right??


Part 4: Motive
What is your motives of weblogging? Correction my dear final-year student. It's what ARE not IS. Plural remember?

I blog to get hot chicks to go out with me. Even if it's only once. I notice most hot chicks have really boring blogs. They only talk about themselves most all the time and they put up a ton of pictures. Their blogs are like National Geographics. You only look at the pictures.

So there you have it. Hope she gets a good response from the others or else she'll have to put in her report that bloggers are a bunch of slimeballs who sit around 24-7 in front of the PC making funny noises from their nose. Wake up and smell the coffee dear graduan. You should have studied something more profounding about bloggers like the effects they have on politics, social issues and even as trendsetters. How about their role as the new media? Never heard of new media? You better get off those Cleo magazines pronto.


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