TIME KILLS ALL ... it seems
Last week, my hubby borrowed a car from a very generous ninang so that we can go around town collecting boxes for hundreds of library books that we were hauling into our Center. Since B was unfamiliar with the car, the car went dead on him three times while we were in the middle of the road when he tried to shift gears. The last three months has been unbelievable and I was left catching my breath even at this time into the fourth month. I wanted to go to neutral but it seems that if I shift gears, my motor will stop running. So here I am chasing time but I feel like I'm running without ever getting to the finish line, wondering if there is even a finish line. There is just no time to kill, and so time is killing me.. and now I'm wondering how I got here. Procrastination, one of my most dominant character has gotten me in trouble yet again. With the risk of sounding defensive (none of your business since this is me ranting in my blog, hehe), the procrastination h...