My brother would often tease me that ever since University of the Philippines happened to my life, I became stubborn, and argumentative, and the worst kind of choleric. Of course I would disagree, and I would start arguing with him about why I thought he was wrong. Then again, that very act of disagreement would only make my brother laugh and say to my face, “See what you’re doing? Exactly what I’m talking about.”

But you know what — SO WHAT? Yes, I’m stubborn. Yes, I fight for what I know is right. Yes, I fight when I know I’m right. Yes, I fight. Period. And maybe U.P. did this to me, but seriously, I’m starting to be thankful for this person that U.P. made me to be. In U.P., I learned not only to feel, but to know what’s just and right, and to fight for it.

I hate to be dragging my alma mater to this very sudden outburst, and it sucks, I know right, because I made a vow to myself not to post anything typed out of the abundance of the heart because it would involve either (1) a lot of mush, or (2) issues with people that I’m not supposed to be talking about in public.

But I am sooo going to hit publish on this one and I’m not going to stop myself. And I sure hope that you would drop by this blog (because you’ve been stalking me anyway) and know that this one impulsive post is for you.

What I’m really trying to say is, I’m  first to admit fault when I know I’m wrong. But when I know that I’m being pushed to the wall and being treated unfairly, I shall fight back. You bet I will fight back.