Coolcat's Jottings

You Are An Intro-Extrovert! Sometimes you're social - sometimes you're shy You've got a bit of an Introvert / Extrovert split going on You enjoy all sorts of situations. Parties, small groups, and alone time. Too much of one, and you'll long for the other. You need variety! Chances are, you've got both serious and fun friends - and they don't get along. Are You An Extrovert or Introvert? Take This Quiz

After taking this quiz, I realised that there is such a thing as being in-between an introvert and extrovert. I get my energy from both being with people as well as having time to myself to recharge.

Coincidentally, a few days after taking this quiz, BT asked me if I ever needed some alone time.

"You never seem to," he said.

I think my blog documents my extroverted side. But I am equally happy being in my own company for some bits of time. I don't have to be with people 24 hours a day.

But there are some folks that I can hang around with or chat with all day and night. These are the people that can rejuvenate me and bring meaning to my life. And the best part is, knowing that the feeling is mutual. There are not many of those around, and those that I discover around me, I cherish.

Career path and dreams aside, what is it that brings meaning, purpose and fulfillment in life?

I always come back to the realisation that it's through having a relationship with God and the people that He has blessed you with that brings colors to your life. Without a companion by your side, life is a long dreary journey.

So yeah, I like hanging around and sharing my ups and downs with my closest chums, my fellow companions in this journey called life. Maybe that's what makes me more of an extrovert rather than an introvert. But I also love to shop, dine and laze around the house on my own quite frequently. Those are precious times to process my thoughts and reflect upon the recent happenings and what they mean to me.

So thank God for the discovery of this intro-extroverted word. Now I know what to call myself!

Updates: On the other hand, my very chatty girl assistant got the same results as me. Hmmm... I guess maybe I should ask you guys if I am an intro or extro. After all, how I see myself may be different from how others see me.

We always have great fun to hanging around each other day and nite! (File Photo)

Aspiring hip-hop dancers in action

Somehow I found myself in Soda Club, Sri Hartamas. On a weeknight. Very few things or people can get me out that late on a weeknight when I have to wake up at some insane hour the next day. Insane to nightbirds, that is.

So anyway, I was there to give support to Kuan, Rina's bro who was dancing and modeling for the first time ever. Besides that, I didn't know any further details. And it didn't really matter. My bezzie was there and no matter where we go, it was sure to be fun.

And it was fun, in a wacky sort of way. The show started at 9.30pm, giving us ample time to explore the trendy town of Sri Hartamas. We spent most of our time in this speciality upscale grocery store called Lotte Mart where about 80% of their goods are imported from Japan or Korea. I couldn't resist taking the picture below. Rina stood guard while I took the pic on the sly like some fugitive:

Despite my frequent brushes with spam of the E-kind, I have never tasted an honest-to-goodness real one before!

Although we were enthralled with the exotic goodies in store, all we got was some white Kit Kats, Nestle Crispy and a packet of Instant Yee Mee (the most exotic purchase we made). Yes, Rina and I are quite adventurous when it comes to food, but we are not keen on spending money on expensive food items that might not even be palatable to us. So no, I didn't get the spam, unfortunately.

After that, we made our way to Soda Club under the drizzle. For a RM35 cover charge, we got a choice of beer or soft drinks. We chose soft drinks and went inside the club. It was a swanky place. Check out the lights.

The thing I didn't know was that a member of the Fame production was the dance instructor for this bunch of aspiring dancers/models. And what a dancer he was, too. Every move he made was pure poetry. Very intense, very fluid. Once he came on stage, you find your eyes stuck to him like glue. The UHU kind.

Aiseyman, I could have kicked myself for not recharging my camera's battery. I didn't realise it was running on low. That's one of the very few bad points with my Ixus 40 camera - it doesn't give you any indication of the battery life status, until it's too late to do anything about it.


So I had to reserve some battery juice for Kuan when he makes his appearance (which I couldn't get any good shots of!). And thus have none left for Mr. Fame (for the life of me, despite his cool moves, I can't recall his name!).

Anyway, the theme of the night was Charlie's Angels. At every interval, the irritatingly gratingly loud ringing tone would sound and the mysterious Charlie would announce that the fashion show would commence. I learned from Kuan that he practiced the dance steps for 4 days and that may explain why some of the dancers were a bit stiff.

But OMG, Kuan looked so electrifying that night. Honest to goodness. That short pudgy kid with crew cut hair whom I knew has transformed to an Adonis-like figure with his cool spiked hair and high collared black shirt. When he was up there strutting his stuff, we cheered like some crazy giddy school girls. And he flashed us his ultra charming smile. Mama mia.

Too bad no pics of that moment though. Blame it on my camera's battery indicator. Sigh.

We even got to see belly dancing for the first time. But the dancer barely shook her belly, so we were rather disappointed.

The Turkish-looking belly dancer

All in all, it was a decent show and I managed to wake up on time and be early for work today. But it'll be some time before I stay out late at night again.

Yawn

It is undeniable. My bezzie is a sweet, pretty young thing and is always busy managing attention (both wanted and unwanted) from guys.

And we all know how important the opinion of a best friend is. See, if a girl's best friend doesn't like the looks of the guy or if she has even a hint of uneasiness about her bezzie's boyfriend, the relationship will most probably be heading towards a rocky journey. I mean, family aside, who else would know the girl's innermost heart, personality and character? Most importantly, who else can put in a good word to vouch for the boy's character when the girl has doubts about the relationship?

As what the movie Hitch highlighted, if you want to win a woman's heart, you'll have to butter up her bezzie, too.

Ok, so to those of you who are thinking of getting to know my bezzie better, here are a few tips in winning her heart... and my full seal of approval:

1. Be generous - whenever we go out, whatever you pay or get for her, you get for me, too. This applies to compliments as well. I also accept blank cheques.


2. Beware the lamp post syndrome - while I do not expect you to exhibit the same PDA (Public Displays of Affection) to me, I would appreciate it if you don't make me feel like a lamp post. Talk to me, get to know me better. After all, the more you know me, the more you will know my bezzie. Birds of a feather stick together mar.


3. Cook a meal - to me, cooking skills or at least the willingness to cook is a very basic requirement. It shows that you are able to whip out a decent meal for my bezzie if she is feeling unwell and needs some TLC. As such, I would expect to be treated to a home-cooked meal or two. Or maybe three .


4. Fun times - my bezzie only deserves the very best and she needs someone who knows how to enjoy the simple things in life. Someone who is not serious and dour most of the time. So to all you candidates, please be prepared to shower both my bezzie and I with activities that we deem as fun. It can be anything - picnics, boat rides, pooling sessions, plays, star gazing - we are not THAT fussy and quite easy to please actually.


5. And most important of all, Be yourself - if you are uncomfortable around me, I would feel uncomfortable as well. And that will ensure a massive drop in your ratings. Massive. So, be yourself, hang loose and just enjoy hanging out with my bezzie and me lar. I promise I won't bite.

All applications will be treated with the strictest confidence and short-listed applicants will be put through three rounds of interview.

Oh, and here's a note to my other bezzie, Flo:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEETIE!

May God's sweetest blessings fall upon you this very special day. I'm so blessed to have you in my life. *Hugs*

"Is your sister coming home for dinner tonight?" mom asked bro the other day.

"Nope, I think she's got an appointment with her mahjong kakis," he replied.

My mom's eyes became as wide as saucers.

"My little girl (yes, she still calls me that!) has started playing mahjong? Oh my..."

Of course my brother assured her that my mahjong kakis were actually referring to my stage buddies. None of us really know how to play mahjong wan.

Mahjongs (a game comprising of ivory-like tiles with pictures and symbols on them) are normally associated with gossipy aunties and such ala The Joy Luck Club. Although I do know of peers who have played mahjong at a very young age.

But I can imagine what must have gone through my mom's mind. That I hardly seemed like the type to be a mahjong auntie. And that if I were indeed a mahjong auntie, then she would be the mother of a mahjong auntie. If there's anything worse than being a mahjong auntie, it's being the mother of one. Yikes.

But my mom should have nothing to worry about. For Flo and I have made a pact to not look like those aunties who sit around with curlers in their hair, play mahjong and gossip all day long. If we must be aunties, then we shall do it with dignity and flair.

So if any of you catch ever me sliding into the mahjong auntie state, print out this blog entry thwack it on my curler-riddled hair. I might even thank you for it.

I may look like a dishevelled auntie but I shall resist curlers till the very end!

A remark from DC upon looking at our pic made me think of this question:

If you had the choice, would you rather look old or fat?

He preferred looking old. While I preferred looking fat.

Reason being, it is easier to lose fat than reverse the process of aging. Plus, guys don't mind looking older than they really are.

Matured face = more stability = wife magnet.

But girls do mind looking older than they really are. A lot.

So tell me, am I right in assuming that?