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Im Evee and I'm candid. Random things are my thing. I like lovely posts and I am extremely expressive. I am very deep but that can be said in a more than shallow way. I love all things talented. I say what I feel and I mean what I say. The most important moral for me is honesty. I have no time for haters and although you may hate the things I write, I swear, I mean no harm to you. I may be afraid of things but I'm definitely not afraid of you.





Thursday, December 16, 2010 4:30 PM
On the fifth day of Christmas.

Christmas ABUSE.

It's sad. People don't carol because they love Christmas. Some people only. Why do I see this? Because once people go to a house that gives money, they wait a little while and then they come back. Again. And again. Until the people realize they have the same faces and decide that it's not the heart that's sincere. It's the pocket.




Actually, Frances and all of us actually DID want to go to a small village and carol to people with cool songs, guitars and blending. Songs like "Silent Night Na Naman" with all the blending. The difference would be, we would really do it from the bottom of our hearts. I'd really love that, actually.