So another Christmas season has finished. Hope you had a great christmas opposed to mine which was so-so and quite sad. Thanks to "teh boyfriend" and his quite puzzling, scratchy call with the words"Meri krismas I lab yuuuu. *cut*"

Good news! I wore a dress last Christmas day, a first. I looked pretty good despite wearing an attire fit for clubbing. I threw in my mom's black cardigan for a little decency. Since I was so full of myself, I forgot to take vanity pictures. I guess that's for the better. I liked the attention and the sneering glances, but at soon as we got home after the mass, I became Pauline the ugly snobby princess again. AHA! Irony! We held a little family photoshoot for the season but the grands weren't so keen with fake poses. We came up with a decent amount of pictures to be proud of.

Christmas day is also my Tito Ton's birthday, so it's normal we don't have noche buenas 12mn. Instead, we hold this big handaan where my tito cooks all these scrumptious, full of carbs, fattening food. As a relative of the host, we get to eat the handa earlier than the guests. My sister and I pigged out on 4 slices of turkey breast, 3 pieces of chicken cordon bleu, a very very generous amount of rice, a slice of my lola's buko pandan ala fruit salad and a can of coke while watching Emma Roberts' Wild Child. Best Christmas? Not really. But it was good.