I don't wanna get myself in a fight, but that's exactly what I impulsively do. I like challenges, threats, blackmails, fight words, etc. Especially when I'm the one doing all those things. Really.

I dunno why, but maybe I just want excitement in my life. It's kind of a pity, actually. I sorta got that fighting spirit from my parents. My mom's always been someone who wants justice and fairness. Once, she got in a fight with a gay man who took our table at Jollibee. It caused a slight commotion, but since there were too many people and obviously it was noisy, it made me relieved that not everyone got to see the backslashing. It's reaaaallly embarrassing, to tell you the truth. On the other side, my dad's kinda hard-core. He would always spit out "putangina"'s here, there, everywhere whenever something or worse, someone, went wrong and got in his way. My mom blamed him when I shouted the p-word at my sister. Unfortunately, I was the one who got the nasty slap in the face. My first one, for your information. From that day forward, I kept my bad mouth shut whenever I'm around her. But of course, I still slip a little "shit"'s and "fuck"'s here and then. I'm not exactly innocent, you know.

So that's my history of trash talking and violence. (Though I don't physically harm people. Well, except for my siblings. LOL)