Out of curiosity, I decided to go for it and here’s the following result:

You Are a Snarky Blogger!

You’ve got a razor sharp wit that bloggers are secretly scared of.And that’s why they read your posts as often as they can!

What Kind of Blogger Are You?

Surprised as I am, I personally don’t think that I possess anything that resembles a razor sharp wit – I’m not that smart. Here’s my confession: sometimes I stumble upon blogs containing articles that I find difficulties in understanding their meanings and points. I’m more of an everyday life, interesting things-people-observe kind of reader. I tend to get lost and confused when reading long and serious postings with crazy vocabularies like “deconstruction”, “pejorative“ or (hold your breath now) “antidisestablishmentarianism” in them.

Please do not confuse such words with creative vocabulary which is what people like Beyonce has done in order to become more expressive, i.e. combining the word booty and delicious into “bootylicious”, or those Queer Eye guys with their “fantabulous” and “shagtastic” expressions (come to think of it I’m not sure they’ve ever used “shagtastic” in any of their episodes, as it’s clearly more of a British thing but you get my point though).

Using complicated and difficult words has been the trick that some people do to make themselves sound intelligent and important, but I truly believe the real intelligent ones are those who keep it plain and simple, and real, especially.

To back my point up, here’s a quote I found from an article on ScienceDaily on Impressive Writing: “Writers who use long words needlessly and choose complicated font styles are seen as less intelligent than those who stick with basic vocabulary and plain text, according to new research from the Princeton University in New Jersey, to be published in the next edition of Applied Cognitive Psychology.”

I for one have been guilty into thinking that by using such complicated terms, I would be taken more seriously and perceived intelligently – which was why I even bought a book called (wait for it) Megawords: 200 terms you really need to know by Richard Osbourne. In it, you will find even more outrageous words like collective unconscious and structural functioninalism. You can tell I just picked those words by skimming through the pages randomly, and even though I’ve put a link for each of those words and have read the meanings in Wikipedia, I solemnly swear I still don’t understand a damn thing of it. Explanations from Urban Dictionary excluded.

Actually, it is a good book – might re-read it again and use it in my blog postings to impress …

No. No. It’s perfectly fine to use such difficult terms in your postings but using them in order the achieve a certain impression is definitely not. Moreover, it makes me wonder whether the majority of people in the blogosphere really understand those words and whether or not it takes them a long time to find out what they mean, and eventually, the ability to practice those words alone in their everyday life.

If I start an otherwise harmless conversation by saying, “Pejoratively, that skimpy little outfit that you call a dress, is disaster-prone because it does not conform to the socially constructive way of life”, I’ll feel like I’m kidding myself. Plus, I don’t want to get blank stares and people going “Say what?” as their responses.

Why should I, when I can just simply go, “Your dress makes your ass look big. Wear it.”

The following is my result:

DEAD AT 83

cancer

The test result also listed the many possibilities of the cause of my death, in which they are:

56% cancer

24% car accident

13% loneliness

5% drowning of lungs (eh?)

2% wounds

Apparently, I have 20861.9 days left on this earth, as I have lived 31% of my life.

The question is; does the idea of dying scare me? A little, to be perfectly honest. Can’t imagine what it will feel like to be old and grey. I want to be forever young. Or much preferably, to die young.

The test sort of reminds me to live my life to the fullest and have more fun – that’s the purpose of life that I’ve chosen as an answer for the last question.

Damn! Didn’t know I curse that much. In the other hand, though, I was expecting it to be in the 80-90% range, so I guess 31.4% is aaaaight.

For those of you who are still wondering what cussing actually means, here are the results I found from Urban Dictionary:

1. A slang word for “curse”; as in don’t curse me.

2. So called bad words; as in fuck, shit, and bitch are some examples or cuss words.

3. To curse, swear, or invoke the name of God in vain; as in don’t fucking cuss at me, mothafucka.

4. To formally/informally take the piss out of someones life/surroundings/mum/dad /house/ho; As in:

    * Your momma is soooo fat she cut her leg and gravy came out!

    * Your momma has got a padlock on her pussy and everyone’s got the key to it except your dad.

    * Your dads like father christmas he only visits once year and always brings a “ho ho ho”.

    * Your house is so dirty your hoover needs mud guards!

It was a very long time ago that I decided to stop swearing (as in, not using the F-word) but I found it very difficult to do so. There were times when I used to be so pissed off that there was no other word that was perfect enough to express my anger.

But obviously saying the F-word a lot, does not do justice to my image of a proper lady (wha’? who? since when?).

So I tried as I might, to restrain myself from it, and instead of saying “fuck”, I used to say “fwuack” or “blahawdy hell (Oz-style)”. I did, however, say “shit” a lot since I didn’t think it can be categorized as a swear word. I mean, people always say stuff like “Are you shittin’ me??” or “holy shit!” and I quite liked how the Brits say “shite” instead of “shit”.

When I was in university, I did one of my assignments on the origin of the F-word. Needless to say, it was quite fun to find out all the facts and history behind it, as well as the different usage for it. I really think it’s one of the most versatile words in the English language.

Maybe I did, and still do, get angry a lot. I also do swear a lot. And as a matter of fact, I don’t actually give a shit whether or not I can be classified as ‘lady-like’. Being brass, or even downright rude – as some people might say – is a part of who I am.

Besides, I do get rude for a reason – most of the time it’s for those who actually deserve it. So, if anyone out there happens to stumble upon my blog and think that this is just a piece of shit blog not worth reading – guess what; I don’t give a flying fuck.

Happy reading!