First and foremost, I would like to say thank you to Joyce ‘cos I have something decent to blog tonight–since I’m still in comforting myself from reading The Book Thief’s ending. So hey, beautiful lady, thank you!

1. Favorite candle scent?

I love Lavender’s scent too! Actually, the only scent we use.

2. Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?

I am a forever coffee drinker, though I love tea and hot choco, I still find coffee the best as ever. My relationship with it is infinite.

3. What’s the best fall memory you have?

Sadly, I only experience Fall in my imaginations. Haha. But yes, I love the sweater weather thingy when ber months come. The best? Always been the times when I get to read books and drink coffee even at noon. 

4. Which makeup trend do you prefer: dark lips or winged eyeliner?

Winged eyeliner, I guess. I tried it before, and it’s cute! Plus, dark lips don’t suit with my skin complexion. 

5. Best fragrance for fall?

Smell of coffee.

6. Favorite Thanksgiving food?

Honestly, it’s these things that I want to live in Western countries–the Thanksgiving and its food. I want to try the best turkey!

7. What is autumn weather like where you live?

Like what I’ve said, more likely, we just feel Autumn/Fall but not really in the Philippines. I think, you just got to feel it and you will. Haha. So it depends on what I feel.

8. Most worn sweater?

When out of the house, the purple one. But when I’m at home, just that faded navy blue thick sweater I wear on rainy days. 

9. Must-have nail polish this fall?

Ohhh, I want to try the pastel colors, too!

10. Football games or jumping in leaf piles?

Gah, how I want to jump and roll in piles of leaves! A dream moment.

11. Skinny jeans or leggings?

I used both, but I prefer skinny jeans.

12. Combat boots or Uggs?

Can it be both? They were incredibly fashionable footwear! 

13. Is pumpkin spice worth the hype?

Definitely, I love pumpkins!

14. Favorite fall TV show?

The Walking Dead, ugh. Unfortunately, it will come back on winter.

15. What song really gets you into the fall spirit?

More on soft and mellow music, or kind of Jason Mraz and Michael Buble’s songs.

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Writing Prompt | Cinderella

Cinderella, Cinderella; a princess who went from rags to riches. A princess who embodied everything Lexi longed for as a child; someone who was caring, nurturing, compassionate, determined, and lastly, turned her life around no matter what hardships she faced. As a young girl, she would flip through the illustrated pages, tracing the words and images as if they would come to life and sweep her up and away from her house, taking her to a world where her Mommy and Daddy didn’t fight. “You ungrateful son of a bitch!” Lexi closed her eyes, blocking out her mother’s shouting. Soon, the front door would slam - it was almost routine now. Mommy got too mad, Daddy left for a couple hours, and came back a different person. A meaner person. To Lexi, when her father got like this, she envisioned him as one of the evil step-sisters. However, the morning after these fights, her dad would be back to normal - a loving father to her. 

As if on cue, the front door slammed. Lexi sighed and counted to ten. A soft knock on the door interrupted her, “come in,” she said, a small quiver in her voice. Her mom poked her head in, the tears on her face have dried, her eyes bloodshot red, and her mouth was puffy. “Hey there, baby girl.” She would close the door softly behind her, and sit on Lexi’s bed, waiting for Lexi to curl up beside her. They would read Cinderella for hours on end, her mother often times changing things around, never making the story quite the same. When she began to read along, she would notice her mother changing things around, but didn’t say anything. She figured that her mom changed things around because she too saw a fantasy world she would rather escape to. 

Lexi would often times fall asleep clutching the book in her hands. When she was eight, her father had accidentally sold it at a garage sale. He replaced the book with three different illustrated ones, but nothing beat the original that she had. She was convinced it was lost forever. When she was fifteen, she found it at a used book store in Arcadia. A woman snatched it up before her, and Lexi offered to pay triple just to buy it off her. It worked. She remembered the urge to run home to show her parents, but things had drastically changed - her father was no longer apart of the picture, and her mother always tried to bring different men home to play step-Daddy for her. Instead, she kept it hidden under her bed in a box, taking it out when she felt the need to escape into a fantasy world. To this day, when things get overwhelming, she resorts to reading the book, and her troubles wash away temporarily.