Because of her poor judgment, Hazy is currently a confused medical student, but also an amateur artist and writer based in Mindanao, Philippines. However, she prefers the job titles “idea generator” and “storyteller”.
She will have a fairly successful career in the arts, writing and health sciences. She will remain content with living simply, and live in a nice bungalow with a large vegetable and flower garden.
She will get married but will eventually divorce her husband just because there isn’t enough room on their bed for paintbrushes, books, Moleskines, and him. (All their kids will choose to stay with her, but only because he can’t cook as good as she can.)
She will remain relatively content in her life until her untimely and rather painful death due to colon cancer at the age of 47. She will be buried in an unmarked grave over which someone (probably her ex-husband) will have planted some pretty flowers and a willow tree.
She will be succeeded by her three children: One a neurotic physician with obsessive-compulsive disorder, another a starving artist who will be imprisoned twice for substance abuse, and another a high school dropout who, for some reason or another, will win the Nobel Prize.