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Create on 19^th August 2009, Wednesday.

I did admit my blogging is not what it should be. I follow a lot of Blogs where something gets written almost everyday and here I am barely making it once a week or maybe three days once.

However, I do have a good excuse. I got a lot of work to do even I’m off duty on that moment. I was started busying with a freak Monday night all with my documentary method that I needed to deal with. Nothing that I can blame on, this is what my life should be. My colleagues did calling me as a workaholic because I did handle my job with full of passionate and I did work with a lot of hardship every single day.

I did working from day to night nowadays, some of my friends were thinking I’m shortage of finance supporting, but they are not exactly get the idea of it. Nowadays, Zach is only a normal guy but he had a very pack schedule from day to day. I got to study, working and listening to my doctor advised … Rest more.

As what I experienced before I facing some problem whereby my mother will totally get crazy if it really happen in the future. I had some symptoms about the problems but I tried to change my bad habit from step to step. What I had done is for my own good and for the persons that I care and someone that really important to me in my life.

Few days ago, bb was thinking about what will go to do after bb was gone someday. I saw bb moody face when was thinking about this. So I just avoid from the conversation about this topic and I tried to change another topic by tickle bb but I failed. Bb was questioning me about this method as well… but I answering bb in other way out. I was wondering, this question shouldn’t popping out from bb mind but me.

I had asking myself about the moment when I was gone… but I told myself, “Zach, you will be here forever.” I do cherish on the moment that I mess with my friends, my family and my bb as well. That why I choose to be at home rather than hanging out there even it was bored to me but it’s worthy. I am doing it for someone that I love.

It’s you… ~

Please do not ask me again and again, am I love you?

My answer would never change until the moment that you decided to leave me alone.