Margaret Alexandria Yoong
|Occupation||Frustrated medical student...|
|Introduction||A twenty-something-year-old girl waiting for the world to call her bluff. Realised that not all walking bipeds are in possession of a functioning cerebrum and that even less are in communication with their conscience. Cusses like a sailor. In her spare time, desperately coaxes her orchids into flowering; feeds shoes and flower pots to her less-than-intelligent mutt; and is considering imprisoning two clownfish, an anemone, a royal tang, and a starfish after her goldfish died from a filter malfunction. Believes that impulse shopping is the answer to everything. Worships the podium that Karajan used to stand on and would give (nearly) anything to play like Lang Lang. Thinks that Beethoven is a genius, that Mozart is over-rated, and that all surviving copies of the "Well-Tempered Clavier" should be destroyed. When unable to find anything good to read, would rather resort to reading the print that's found at the back of her shampoo bottles, than open her medical books. Secretly hopes that one day, some people would just do us all a favour and spontaneously combust off the face of this planet.|
|Interests||Reading, writing, playing the piano, winding out over a good (and I mean GOOD) jazz or bossa nova album, and mulling and musing over whimsical fancies...|
|Favorite Movies||'Gone With the Wind' - very rarely will you get to find a silver screen adaptation that lives up to its literary masterpiece...|
|Favorite Music||Music by Madonna, a lil' bit of jazz, a sprinkling of bossa nova, a dash of swing, ocassionally a pop tune here and there *cringe*...|
|Favorite Books||'Gone With the Wind' by Margaret Mitchell - After all, tomorrow is another day...|
When your science teacher smashed a frozen rose with a hammer, did you warm the petals to bring them back to life?
Sorry, nope. It would have been pointless, and the rose petals would've given me a frost bite.