Ninuninuni.
I am the poster girl for escapism. I am to recite in Nego in a few hours and my horoscope says an authority figure will give me hard time (just to see what I’m made of) and instead of studying I post a message. As I write this Mario steps inside the computer room to make me chismis. He was with me minutes ago telling me to stop surfing and start studying but did I listen. Noooo. Now he’s telling me what to tell a girl so she can get, um, what she wants, um, from a boy. Teehee. 
Sounds like a very good plan.
So in my last minutes I’d just like to say we all have different ways of dealing with what must be done. Yes we all get around to doing it, but before we do, we paint our nails red (I had mine done yesterday, yummy), reshape our eyebrows, watch DVDs, eat, drink, plot, and the list goes on and on…Is there anything wrong about this? I personally work best in the final hour.
Last na to, tama na raw says Mario. Mag-aral na raw ako. I officially want to declare that I love Nego and Tax. So there.
