Emode VS Quizilla

Ok, do you honestly think that Emode backs up all its quizzes with psychological proof? I'm sure there is some hard up, down on luck, prick of a psyhcologist who would back up a quiz like Santa's Little Helper Test for five quid. And i'm sure he put alot of thought into whether you wanting to be an elf has some severe impact on the type of grandparent you would turn out to be when you are 85

Oh please.

There is a reason why most of us take these quizzes and that is for FUN and that is EFF,YOU,ENN for all those who have no concept of it.The reason why we take quizzes like Santa's Little Helper Test is for fun! That is precisely why, even in Emode, these are classified under FUN! So heaven forbid, that i take a test like that as it has no psychological backing or what so ever, thereby making me vulnerable to some rare form of Alzhiemier's which has yet to be discovered.

And yes, i do understand the questionable value and the reliability of these quizzes but dammnit, these quizzes have disclamiers attached to them stating that these quizzes have actually no scientific backing and are in no way responsible for your delusional thinking that being a bug eating rat moth in your past life has any effect on this one. And if you have ever taken The Gender Test by thespark.com, let me tell you that i have been male three times over and it has no bearing or whatsoever on my current lifestyle.

And the fact that the test, "What swear word are you?" attests that i'm a Fuck does not mean i abstain from using other swear words. Sadly, i'm still likely to say "Go get a life, you self serving ass. What a Prick!". I would also continue swearing in a multitude of other languages, like "Jodete"" Merde!""Puta" and henceforth. I would also like to point out, that most of us who do take these tests have more of a spine than to believe these quizzes actually have a significant bearing in our lives.

Also,
Last time i checked i was still female (just to clear a few doubts) and also that it was MY BLOG! So technically, i have the right to put up what i want and if i want to fill up my blog with meaningless quizzes because i'm a no brainless twit who does nothing the whole day but online quizzes and If i want the world to know i was Charles the Sixth in my previous birth, it is UP TO me and under my jurisdiction to put the hell what i want. If I do put it up because i'm the above mentioned twit, a chardonnay drinking elitist who wants the world to know she was royalty at one point of time, or someone who happened to need a laugh, it doesn't matter to you so I suggest you either get a mouse with a scroller so your fingers aren't numb from scrolling downwards or better still, just don't visit! As a twit who does nothing but online quizzes, i'm sure i wouldn't miss your visits.

Getting a bit Freudian here
The reason why we do these quizzes and display them, whether they actually be Emode or Quizilla, is basically beacuse we are human and cannot actually get enough of hearing about ourselves. We love ourselves and would actually like to know how we tick and THAT stems from the human ego, thinking we are that Important! And we love showing off, human nature you see, so the exhibitionist in us put them up. Same reason why these online blogs exist. Why can't we simply write in a book (other than for tech based reasons)? Why have tag boards? We want to know what other people think of our blogs, our thoughts! The voyuer in us loves looking at other people's lives and the exhibitionist in us loves showing off!

*x~x~x*

Moreover, the reason why there are Quizilla quizzes floating around is simply because Quizilla has a code (as do many other quiz sites) that lets us put up our quiz results and i would like to point out it is optional! SO there is no danger of an axe murdering psychopath waiting outside your door because you forgot to put up the result of your 10256852th quiz.

Just a question.. is Emode any better then Quizilla because it has a nicer website and looks more professional? In fact, are we not more susceptible to believing what it says, even if it may be drivel, because of what it looks like? The chances of anyone taking Quizilla seriously is definitely much lesser the Emode, thus cranking up the favour to Quizilla?

Whatever it is, i'd rather take a crap quiz then one certifed by some stuffed shirt with a 10 PhDs beacuse i'd rather have fun then analyse myself. Floozie logic *shrugs*

Btw, please do not place much stock into what these quizzes say. You are what you believe you are and if you think that you should be A Damn instead of A Fuck, your'e right! Go to the Himalayas and do some soul searching to find out who you are. And if you are not one of those who need to do some soul searching but ARE on my hit list, i suggest that you do go to the Himalayas anyway.

And if that was bitchy for no reason, you think i give a tinker's damn? After all, I am "Fuck"

UGH! one whole entry just disappeared! and it was such a piece fo work! it was bitchiness personified!
why me? and why can't i just ARRGH! slkahdlkshf lhsaklfhnsajnsakjwqeuwqepouwque

=random banging on keyboard=

and OMG, jo wanted me to get a Pink skirt! like hello?! that's like gross .ugh.

and sadly, in a twisted perverted way, i have no right to say deb when i think i believe in "the one" in my own sick and twisted way

~sighs~

Which Historical Lunatic Are You?

You are Charles VI of France, also known as Charles the Mad or Charles the Well-Beloved!

A fine, amiable and dreamy young man, skilled in horsemanship and archery, you were also from a long line of dribbling madmen. King at 12 and quickly married to your sweetheart, Bavarian Princess Isabeau, you enjoyed many happy months together before either of you could speak anything of the other's language. However, after illness you became a tad unstable. When a raving lunatic ran up to your entourage spouting an incoherent prophecy of doom, you were unsettled enough to slaughter four of your best men when a page dropped a lance. Your hair and nails fell out. At a royal masquerade, you and your courtiers dressed as wild men, ending in tragedy when four of them accidentally caught fire and burned to death. You were saved by the timely intervention of the Duchess of Berry's underskirts.

This brought on another bout of sickness, which surgeons countered by drilling holes in your skull. The following months saw you suffer an exorcism, beg your friends to kill you, go into hyperactive fits of gaiety, run through your rooms to the point of exhaustion, hide from imaginary assassins, claim your name was Georges, deny that you were King and fail to recognise your family. You smashed furniture and wet yourself at regular intervals. Passing briefly into erratic genius, you believed yourself to be made of glass and demanded iron rods in your attire to prevent you breaking.

In 1405 you stopped bathing, shaving or changing your clothes. This went on until several men were hired to blacken their faces, hide, jump out and shout "boo!", upon which you resumed basic hygiene. Despite this, your wife continued sleeping with you until 1407, when she hired a young beauty, Odette de Champdivers, to take her place. Isabeau then consoled herself, as it were, with your brother. Her lovers followed thick and fast while you became a pawn of your court, until you had her latest beau strangled and drowned.

A severe fever was fended off with oranges and pomegranates in vast quantities, but you succumbed again in 1422 and died. Your disease was most likely hereditary. Unfortunately, you had anywhere up to eleven children, who variously went on to develop capriciousness, great cruelty, insecurity, paranoia, revulsion towards food and, in one case, a phobia of bridges.


Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.

3 weeks left for school and i feel the pressure mounting but i cant do a damn thing about it! i can't bring myself to do a damn thing. i can feel myself being such a slob but i can't help myself, i just can't do anything! i've got SO MANY things to do and i worry myself to almost death but i just won't get off my lazy butt to do anything. ITS SO IRRTATING AND PRESSURISING. ugh. i hate that feeling. Like a lid closing on you and you find it harder to breathe. Your breath come sin shorter puffs and you feel the panic welling up inside and you try to tamp it down and it just oozes out anyway and you think of all the worst possible scenarios and how horrible it could be and then all you want to do is run away but you can't because you are too lazt to get up. What a horrid feeling.

Btw, Jonathan , i'm not dumb. i know what you did. but revenge is sweet. :] have fun

juz watched The fast and the furious and 2 Fast 2 Furious

man , i just love those shows :D

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever change
Can I change
Would I change
Or am I always gonna be the same
I blame the world for making me such a freak
But the world wants to blame it on me
(my life is twisted)
-Crazytown-Darkhorse-

What happens if my life is just full of wasted oppurtunities becuase i was just too lazy to do anything, to actually push myself beyond what i'm actually worth? Will i go through life just like that, being mediocre because I never tried? i mean, that is seriously disgusting. Really, am I going to go through life, thinking I'll do it tomorrow? but what happens when there isn't a TOMORROW! i'm scared, really. The world seems really big, all of a sudden and i feel unprepared. Next year, is the year, the culmination of my education finally will lead me up to that. The mother of all exams and I NEED TO DO well in it! But, i know myself, i'm all talk and no willpower [ which is why i'm sitting here instead of actually doing economics ] i'm scared. Really scared. I'm going to have kids someday and i'm so scared. How am I going to prepare them when I'm so imprefect myself? How? This probably sounds like i'm stressing myself for no reason but its true. I wish Reality would take cheques instead of giving checks. I haTE reality checks. man, i'm so inadequate. But yet part of me is so excited. THIS IS IT! The last year! EVERYTHING BOILS DOWN TO THIS! to whatever i want. [ well technically! ] I'm going to go somewhere and be free! I know i sound idealistic! but i DON"T CARE!!! Let's rewrite an ending that fits I'm going to be really successful ! My life will not be a life of wasted oppurtunites! It will be a life of ONLY oppurtunities

It's my life . I ain't gonna live forever. I just wanna live when i'm alive

Why am I not taking my own advice? I remember picking out my email address when i was primary six and i settled on live4moments..Live for moments..Live for the moment.. no longer is it about wasted oppurtunities. Where has all the optimism and the Life Rocks attitude gone? 5 years is so short but so long. Now, its all about how life sucks! What happened! i'm better off than even most of the people i know! I may not appreciate it now but i do know that it is..why am i still griping for the small things? Live for the moment. I will.

For a floozie, i'm damn complex :]

for the record, johnny boy, ur tagboard hates me and sadly, despite your fantasies which i REFUSE to be a part of my middle name is NOT audrey [ in case, ur a bit slow and thickheaded, which is your usual state ] i'll repeat that, my middle name is NOT AUDREY. i'm too unbothered to rebutt the rest of your wondeful speech, chinamen poser..:P