I know one man pretty well.

Well, although he knows me way better.

He shows up all the time.

Or I should say, he¡¦s just there all the time.  Since the day I was born.

For me or against me, he¡¦s just there.

I never know whether he¡¦s on my side.

Yet he¡¦s the one who teaches me all the lessons, I mean, most painful but useful ones.

He used to beat me hard, but I know, it¡¦s for my good.

I don¡¦t always acknowledge him.

However, in my good times, I always do.

He¡¦s just there.

In fact, he's always in disguise.  Maybe that's why I always forget about him, well, I guess.

However, in my tough times, I can always feel him.

Sometimes, I just can¡¦t help blaming him for the bad things in my life.

Yet he¡¦s just¡Kyou know, he¡¦s just there.

I believe he¡¦d never let go on me.

No matter I am good or bad¡K

Here his is, just there, my Fa¡K

t¡K

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14 Mar. 2006