I am terrified of the cold. Occasionally (when I'm feeling very very warm), I enjoy it. Otherwise, no thanks. I catch colds easily. Plus, cold weather dries out my skin and lips. It's a lose-lose situation so I don't see any reason for me to enjoy temperatures below 26°C. When I feel cold, my hands will turn icy! Well at least to me it feels icy. Then I'll disturb others by holding on to them with my icy cold hands, but they will just be like "... what are you touching me for" because they don't find it cold at all. Ok, fine.
I am a total sucker for romance. If I was reading a novel and it didn't have any trace of romance in it, I would get bored and put it away. That's exactly what happened to me while reading the Hunger Games. I didn't even get past a chapter because there was no couple of interest. I'm slightly more forgiving when it comes to shows/movies, but that's provided the plot has got me totally hooked.
I get bored out by repetitive motions. If you ask me to do the same thing over and over again, your ears will bleed from listening to me complain and whine. Me quitting work: point proven. This is different from getting bored easily, because I could stone forever and not get bored at all. (In fact, I love to do nothing at all. I think bestie hates this fact about me cause she's the complete opposite but I will always be a relaxed dugong.) Things that bore me out are like running, swimming (frolicking is different!) and perhaps rowing a boat.
I have a love-hate relationship with plane rides. I really love the feeling of taking off, catching up on all the movies you never got the chance to watch, the endless flow of orange juice and landing. Meals on planes (same applies to hospitals and camps) always taste better. However, guess who mostly flies on budget airlines? Surprise surprise, me. Budget airlines is short for: no complimentary food/drinks, no blankets or pillows, no leg room, no inflight entertainment, spoilt recliners and no fresh air. The worst trip I ever had via a budget airline was to Guangzhou. That four hour flight felt like forever! I could barely move because it was so fucking cram so I sat in the same position throughout. Everyone was so closely packed and I felt like I didn't have any personal space. I was so tired but I couldn't sleep because the seat couldn't recline and I didn't feel at ease at all. And one last bit, the air in the plane is recycled so it's always greasy and bad for my skin. HATE!
My last fact shall be: I am easily bothered by noise. I don't like it when a person talks too loudly or when my dad turns up the stereo to watch his action movies. I don't like construction noises. I don't like dog noises (barking and long nails scratching against the floor). I don't like the sound of nails scratching against holograms.
This is the end of my self-centered post.
