World within me

No amount of coaxing can come from the dearest people in my life that could egg me into travelling.

My romantic idea of a vacation is a quiet retreat in a five-star hotel room, wrapped up in cloudy soft white sheets, having mental conversations with what I am reading and then falling asleep watching TV.

This means I could not care less about stories or conversations about "travelling", which makes me an unchallenging (read: boring) sparring partner in discussions of said topic.

I am willing to concede I will enjoy meeting people of cultures different from mine, or witnessing picture-perfect views of beaches or mountains. Also the notion that travelling "changes" you.

Choices and non-choices

I concur it is definitely more satisfying to be a bitch.
Trust me I know, I have a lifetime experience in it.

There will be times when we will have no control of whatever going on inside, it happens to everyone, even to the best of people.
There can't be rainbows and unicorns in there all the time.

Or nyan cat and rainbows

However, I believe we have a choice in what we project.

Open door, shut door

It should be about time I start dating again, I think.
But oh how boring dating has become!

It always starts with mutual attraction, then maybe a first date (which is rarely ever impressive -- but in keeping with my principle of giving everything a chance and following through, will usually be followed up with other dates I plan), and then they will be nice for a while, jerks for a while, wrapped up with an expected "ghosting".

I believe 2016 is when we should progress further than dinner-and-movie dates.
Unless dinner happens at a baba restaurant with mind-blowing nyonya laksa and cendol, followed up with going to open movie screenings like the Movies under the Stars at Frisky Rooftop Bar.

I do more interesting things by myself or with my girlfriends.