Sometimes, I feel like I should just freaking stop being mean to teh gay, James. Because it's all being too naive. eh. Besides, I might look kinda looking dumb already. Andd, tomorrow, I shall start. Say g'bye to the meanie Yael Hero, duder, and welcome the freaking friendly one. eh.
Let us all hope I'll be able to resist. Bahaha. >:)

Anyway, he was reporting (again) yesterday. Guess what? He so good-lookin'. *swoon~~~~*

Why the hell I am always talk about boys, don't ask me.

On Thursday, we will have a debate in English. Debates are awesome, duder. I was rejoicing and doing the \:D/ smiley all the time - UNTIL. Teh gay was suddenly in our group. Boo.

He began assigning his friends for the major people in the group and assigned himself as a team captain, too. It is good that he knows, though, that one of his Twilight-loving-suicide-obsessed friends can't replace Bet - on any account. I wanted to tell him: "Why can't you stop assigning us and do it yourself?" when he was like: "Oh, ikaw, dito ka, blah blah diddy blah..."

However, it should go well. For I won't have to burden myself with work for this debate that will only shove humiliation into my face, I get my butt working or not. All I have to do is to cooperate.

And compromise with the people I despise. Right.

Speakers should be intimidating, tough, and should know how to kick-ass fight off.
I COULD DO THAT. If, I will be arguing with teh gay and his friends. It will be so awesomeeeeeee.

Kyla. Dude. You could get us three from our group and let them eat dog crap on Thursday, if you would want.

BUT. Tomorrow, I should be kind to them all. And pick up some stories to gossip.