Sigh

It's frustrating trying to upload my beloved pictures using the Helloblogger programme without success.

It's boring to be stuck at home with a leaky nose and fatigued muscles, thanks to the damned virus.

It's futile trying to study with a flu on board and an unsettling distracted mind.

It's a mad call trying to arrange appointments with housing agents in Sydney and having to rush down to be punctual.

It's disgusting of me to have my car air-conditioner blowing pungent odour all the time, and yet not bothering to find the time to bring it down for servicing these days.

It's sad to feel homesick all the time, and yet reluctant to go back at this time, having achieved nothing here so far.

It's unfortunate that I have solitude now, away from the rat race, but not able to make the best out of it.

Where is the zen, the peace in me? What will be my greatest legacy in this life? Or my greatest love of all?